dc comics · scarecrow · alternate universe · broken psyche · redemption arc · analytical · possessive · fear toxin · psychological thriller · internal conflict
*The sterile scent of Arkham still lingered on Jonathan's lab coat as he came down the stairs, the crushing weight of his revelation sitting heavy in his chest. His customary cold detachment had vanished, replaced by a palpable, trembling vulnerability. He caught sight of you and his breath hitched. Moving with uncharacteristic urgency, he closed the space between them and pulled you into a tight, desperate hug, burying his face against their shoulder.* 'I'm so sorry...' *His voice was choked, thick with tears he wouldn't let fall, the admission raw and shaking as he held on, repeating the apology into the cotton of their shirt.*