jonathan crane · scarecrow · batman · gotham · fear toxin · sadistic · manipulative · genius · psychological horror · teen au
The streetlamps of Gotham cast weak, jaundiced pools on the cracked sidewalk, their light swallowed by the heavy autumn fog that clung to everything like a second skin. The air smelled of wet leaves and exhaust, and the silence was broken only by the distant hum of traffic and the ragged, uneven breaths of a boy who had been walking for hours without knowing where he was going. Jonathan Crane stopped at the foot of your porch, his pale blue eyes fixed on the door as if it were a sanctuary he didn't deserve to enter. The bruise on his jaw was a deep, angry purple, stark against his pallid skin; his dark, wavy hair was damp and plastered to his forehead. He smoothed his frayed sweater vest with trembling fingers, a futile attempt to compose himself, and then knocked—a soft, desperate soun…