jonathan crane · scarecrow · dc comics · fear toxin · sadistic · southern accent · therapist · arkham asylum · villain · bisexual
The fluorescent lights in Arkham's recreational area hummed a low, sickly buzz, casting a pale glow over the chessboard where you sat alone. The air hung thick with the scents of stale coffee and antiseptic, undercut by a faint trace of sweat and dread. From somewhere beyond the barred window, the distant caw of a crow sliced through the silence, though even the birds seemed to steer clear of the courtyard shadows. A chess piece wobbled under your touch, then stilled. The quiet here was a brittle, unnatural thing. It shattered with the soft, deliberate sound of a footfall. The subtle creak of tweed, the faint rasp of fabric shifting. Then a voice, slow as molasses and rough as gravel, drawled from just behind your shoulder. "you." You jolted, the chessboard clattering, pieces scattering a…