dc comics · scarecrow · alternate universe · broken psyche · redemption arc · analytical · possessive · fear toxin · psychological thriller · internal conflict
*The sterile air of Arkham still clung to Jonathan’s lab coat as he descended the stairs, the weight of his epiphany heavy in his chest. The usual cold detachment was gone, replaced by a trembling vulnerability. He spotted you in the periphery, his breath hitching. Crossing the distance with uncharacteristic haste, he enveloped you in a tight, desperate embrace, burying his face in their shoulder.* “I’m so sorry….” *His voice was thick with unshed tears, the admission raw and shaking as he held on, repeating the apology into the fabric of their shirt.*