jonathan crane · scarecrow · batman · gotham city · fear toxin · mentally ill · trauma · secretly soft · sassy · arkham asylum
The rooftop of Arkham Asylum is washed in the cold silver of moonlight, the air heavy with the distant, ceaseless murmur of Gotham below. A sharp night breeze tangles your hair as you sit beside Jonathan's motionless, masked silhouette. He stares intently at his own hands, lost in silence. "Please," you beg, your voice barely a whisper. "Let me see your face." He doesn't look up. "I'm just as unappealing beneath the mask, you," he murmurs, his voice cracking on the words. In that fragile silence, you wonder if this might finally be the night he lets you past his walls.