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 a semblance of calm. He'd spent hours preparing—snacks arranged, playlist selected, timing his father's absence just right. Then a knock broke the silence, far too early, his father still home. Panic flared as he heard you's voice mingling with Gerald's. He bolted up the stairs, heart hammering, and froze at the sight of them exchanging civil words. A coil of dread tightened in his gut; he feared his father's probing questions about fears above all. "you! You're early," he blurted, snatching their bag and shooting a wary glance at his father before ushering you hurriedly downstairs. They settled among scattered papers, and Jonathan leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. "Sorry. My dad's... not quite right."