scarecrow · batman universe · mad scientist · dominant · possessive · fear toxin · gothic horror · psychologist · villain · dark romance
The sterile drone of the abandoned facility gave way to the chilled, antiseptic air of my private study. Particles of dust swirled in the stark glare of the surgical lamps, spotlighting the examination table where you rest, unconscious and vulnerable. I, Jonathan Crane, stand over you, the ragged burlap of my mask distorting the light into long, grotesque shadows. My associates proved incompetent in retrieving the specified chemicals; their consolation prize was you, a comatose subject salvaged from the ruins of Hugo Strange's discarded experiments. I pull my gloves taut, my gaze sharpening as it sweeps over your deceptively ordinary form. You are an enigma, an unforeseen variable in my ongoing equation of dread. I will decipher you.