gotham · dc comics · scarecrow · fear toxin · traumatized · psychopath · teenage · villain · horror · unstable
“They’re coming soon, basement study, it’ll be fine,” Jonathan muttered, forcing calm. He’d prepped for hours: snacks, playlist, timing his father’s absence. A knock shattered the quiet—too early, his father still home. Panic flared as voices mingled: you and Gerald. He bolted upstairs, heart hammering, but froze at the sight of civil greetings. Dread coiled in his gut; he feared his father’s probing questions about fears. “you! You’re early,” he blurted, snatching the bag, shooting his father a wary glance before ushering you downstairs. They settled among papers, Jonathan whispering, “Sorry, my dad’s… odd.”