Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Sept 9, 2012 15:49:22 GMT -5
As he said before, nothing was ever this simple when it came to Edward Nigma, and anything he did. The Riddle that had been left for Gotham had a deeper meaning and a deeper connection to everything, this much was clear to him. That part specifically wasn’t what he was interested in, as he already had the answer he wanted from it, now he wanted something entirely different. This time he needed something from him, but it was much more personal.
Trust was something that Dr. Crane didn’t give anyone the luxury of having, either way. The word trust itself was built upon nothing but lies. Everyone was always out to protect their own devices in one form or another. In this world he had to be self reliant, from childhood he had to be self reliant. Those that trusted others found out quickly how wrong they had been to do so. Trust was merely a way to cover the truth of insecurity. In this special case, Dr. Crane had to make an exception. If he was ever going to be thrown into a situation where he had to trust someone – and in this case he did – Edward Nigma he would trust above anyone.
The task was really involved with getting the man’s attention. In all this time he still thought that he would never say that and yet here he was. The Scarecrow stood over the first phase of his plan. It had taken him forever to lay it out perfectly down each street and over every wall he needed. It would lead the police in circles but the person he was trying to attract would see deeper into it. The possibility of the Batman was always there as well, but at the safe house he had prepared for such desperate attempts for the Dark Knight to hunt him.
The Scarecrow lent down and made sure that the chemical had formed and rose off the street in the correct way. The gel has hardened and bonded with the chemicals on the street. If anyone was going to try and clean this up it was going to take them a while, the message would be spread across Gotham and it would get to where he wanted it to go. After he was satisfied he took the match book out of his nice slacks, too nice for someone like the Scarecrow to be wearing. With one strike he lit the match on the bottom of his shoe and dropped it into the gel.
The Gel went up in flames immediately and spread out like lightning. The bright color flooded down the street and turned the corner. He waited for just a moment to see if the fire would go down on it as it was supposed to. The large image that lay at his feet and spread across the empty intersection became clear. A large Scarecrow face began to appear as the flames died down and began to glow in a bright yellow hue. In the middle of its mouth was a green tinted Question Mark. The question marks didn’t stop there though as there was another and another and another leading away from it and down the street. Once he saw the flames falling down on each of them, and keeping their glow, he left and took a shortcut to his destination.
The trail had led all the way to the courthouse . Some of the question marks were big and some of them were smaller trailing up the ways and back onto the street, but they all glowed with a bright yellow-green hue. At the courthouse the trail seemed to go cold. The last question mark was oddly placed and pointed at a direction in and around to the next alley way. In the alley on the right side of the way was a decent sized geometric glowing puzzle. There were three separate equations on the wall when turned and solved in the correct manner they would point further down the alley and across the street toward a safe house door.
Dr. Crane had taken a short cut to get where he needed to go when all of this had started. It had been quite some time since then. For a while he remained still in the dimly lit room just leaning against the wall near the door. About an hour later he began to pace the room, lost in his darkened thoughts. Why was he entrusting Edward with something so important. Did he really have no other choice at the moment?....No, Of course he had other options, but this was the safest one at the moment and that was all that mattered. He wasn’t afraid that’s this could happen- he was certain it would. The fact that he had chosen Edward however, Did it have something to do with that night? With a heavy sigh the Dr. Leaned against the wall in the darkness again. Edward’s former suit was now stitched in several places and replaced with bits of straw poking out of the shoulders and pockets.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2012 21:21:25 GMT -5
A man in green sat at a large desk. His hands jumping to one point to the next as he circled and linked parts on building plans. Scraps of computers sat on the desk that had been twiddled and reworked to create what he wanted. For the most part, he stayed silent. The only sound being heard was the faint scratch of his pen on paper, and the distance of the soft volume television that stayed on the 24 hour new cycle. Every now and then a short giggle would escape his lips, as if he was impressed by himself and his conclusions.
Allen wandered the small warehouse aimlessly, keeping a good distance between him and his boss. They had gone through three other henchmen in the pass week. It made Allen feel strangely on edge. He had never been afraid of his Boss before, but something about him recently certainly made the large man cautious.
The evening carried on just as that. The Riddler lost in his world, and his henchman scurrying about like a rat. It could almost be consider boring, and if they were in a television show or comic, it certainly would have been skipped for a more entertaining part in the future, or only given a fifteen second cameo. It was the necessary part of the job, but the most boring to the observer.
It would have continued like that for days to come if news had been turned off.
It appears that the blaze in the act of two notorious Gotham Rogues. The Scarecrow and the Riddler.
Edward stiffened at his name, the pen scrapping harder in the paper. He did not lift his head at first. He listened carefully as his name was possibly slandered.
That’s right Jack, the flame encompasses a large part of Gotham, but based the aerial visual, the flames seem to form a picture of the Scarecrow, and the Riddle’s question mark MO. We can only assume that this act was done together.
The Riddler’s jaw locked with the statement, and his eyes finally turned to the television. The camera zoomed over the image of a Scarecrow eating the question mark. His eyes widened, as his hand clenched into a fist holding his pen. He stood and picked up his cane. He slammed it into the center of the glass. The television sparked and hizzed as the image cracked away. His breathing was rough, as he stood there for a moment, holding the cane. It was one thing to dismiss him as partner, but another thing all together to belittle him in such a way. Dr. Crane had stepped too far.
The Riddler turned to the shocked henchman. “Let’s go,” he stated coldly before pulling out his cane, causing the TV to tip over and crash to the ground.
It took them fifteen minutes to reach the destination and for the Riddler to solve the puzzle. He stood in front of a door. His anger still roared inside like a monster, but on the outside he wore a smug full grin. He knocked on the door with his cane, and waited, as Allen sat in the car outside.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Sept 11, 2012 21:08:32 GMT -5
The doctor had found a lone chair in the deserted room and pulled it over under the one dim spotlight that hung from the ceiling. The rest of the room seemed to be covered in a blanket of darkness around all sides. It wasn’t clear to him what the previous point of this room had been, but he had seen and used many like it before. Now that he had found a chair and drug it into its proper place he decided to use it. As the doctor sat and waited he let his mind mull over recent events.
The events that had transpired in the last few hours he saw Edward were difficult to ignore. On the outside he could act as if they weren’t there and simply let them go as if they never happened, as he did with many things. Inside his mind however, his thoughts kept jumping from one side of the war with himself to the other. In truth it was an event that should have never occurred the first time, let alone a second, but the tension couldn’t be denied between them. The life began to leave his eyes and the doctor stared into the nothingness that became the door several feet away from him. The grips of his hands…What had transpired beyond the door…How could he make sense of this? His theories covered it simply, but for some reason his mind was having difficulty coming to an agreement with itself.
A knock came to the door and his eyes jumped back into the world. His pupils had dilated once more and he took in what was going on in front of him. It had taken no time at all for Edward to find the place, as he had imagined it wouldn’t. The man was always too smart for his own good, in this case, completely so. Dr. Crane got up from the chair and walked to the door slowly. His fingers traced over the knob but he made no immediate move to open it. Instead he leaned his body against the door frame and ran the image over in his head.
It only took a moment for his thought to analyze the situation that could occur. It would have been simple for him to open the door for Edward as he had so many times before. A small opening at first just to see who it was. A very short fused Edward could have very well made it met with a barrel to his forehead. A rash decision by him of course, but he wouldn’t put it passed him to try it after what he had done. Edward couldn’t have been pleased with what he did and the manner he did it in. It would have been quite an intense scene…a beautiful one if it could be called so. Edward advancing inward and pressing his oblivion to his forehead, only to be reminded that he couldn’t even if he tried. It wouldn’t have mattered, it would have come paired with a roll of the eyes and a click to show his seriousness. His mind ran over the several things that Edward would have said in that situation as he would be obviously backing him up and interrogating him, but that wasn’t what was happening.
His fingers turned the knob slowly. His body began to shift off of the frame as he pulled it back just to let a sliver of the outside in. When he let go the door began to creek due to its old, poorly maintenance hinges, and the doctor was gone. Instead of greeting Edward at the door he had opened it just enough to let him come in on his own and had slipped into the darkness away from the spotlight. Taking soft and slow steps he began to pace the wide room so he wouldn’t be stationary as Edward welcomed himself inside. As the image of what he thought to be Edward step through the door he paused in his movement just to get a better look at him.
He looked very different from the last time they had…spoken. It was certainly Edward Nigma but there was a certain air he carried that was not the same as before he left. Despite his unstable demeanor and the glint in his eyes that was a bit more maniacal than before his figure had changed dramatically. He held himself different than before. The doctor’s eyes wandered over his posture and observed his shoulder’s down to his cane. Something was definitely off or in this case, correct. Something else caught his eye as the light came over his body but he simply shook it out of his thoughts, thinking he had been silent too long. “I’d say you were looking well…but you never cared for liars” Dr. Crane spoke out to him from the darkness of the room.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2012 9:10:51 GMT -5
The door creaked open, and he waited for Jonathan to come to the door with some snarky remark, but instead he was welcomed with the sound of petter patter on the floor. His grin stayed forced on his face as he pushed open the door. He stepped into the room and saw the lonely light hanging in the center fighting off the darkness of the walls. He knew Jonathan was hiding. For a man so obsessed with claiming power over fear, he certainly hid quite often.
He heard the remark, and his eyes shot over to the sound. He didn’t respond at first. He merely turned around partially and shut the door, enclosing himself with the man who wanted to degrade his reputation.”Have you become a mouse whose only hope of outwitting the cat is through making jibes from the rat hole? Hiding is very unbecoming,….Dr. Crane,” he smirked at the name as he said it. He had never called Jonathan that name, but he was making a point. They weren’t friends. They weren’t allies. And whatever happened those two nights was not going to happen again. He had more important things to handle then dealing with….whatever that was. He stepped forward. His eyes gracing the darkness, trying to catch movement as he attempted to hear Jonathan. He knew Jonathan knew exactly where he was. It gave advantage to him, and with the light, it made it difficult to see in the darkness.
“You’re little…display…was quite…interesting,” he commented as he moved towards the light. “Was it an affectionate display?” he asked with a chuckle as he lifted his cane up. He then swung his cane like a baseball bat hitting the light. The glass shattered and the room went into darkness. “I do say, I think you have fallen in love with me, Dr. Crane,” he giggled almost manically at the idea, even though for a moment his chest felt a bit lighter with that conclusion. “Is it because you have been using my money and home like a common whore? You were quite a good fuck, so I suppose the financial reimbursement was justified.” He spoke as his eyes finally adjusted to the darkness.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Oct 25, 2012 17:56:22 GMT -5
Using the darkness was not something new to Dr. Crane’s nature. Never to be known by Edward completely, he had used it even as a small child as safety. In the dark he could hide from those who wished to hurt him and in time it had become a reliable source that he could always count on. Even after the fateful night in the sewers the darkness had only become more and more close to him over time. The dark arms of the night had become his welcoming home and he used it to his advantage whenever possible. The only one that might have been as close to knowing this as Edward was the doctors at the asylum that often saw him sitting in the darkness of his cell, once again having figured out how to put the light out.
Of course Edward had meant this in jest as he often did. His jibes were dismissed for the moment and instead his focus remained on Edward’s anatomy. He had continued to walk through the darkness of the sides of the room and found the table that was pressed to the side of the wall. A top the small table he felt over the rope that was attached to his mask and the needled glove that had been placed near it earlier. For the moment he didn’t put any of it on, but kept it in his possession. Right now all he wanted to do was watch Edward, as his movement was fascinating his dark mind.
The model outside where he had used a specific gel and set the city on fire had been to get Edward’s attention; obviously he had gotten Edward’s attention perfectly. He knew that there would be no way the man could resist the opportunity to put him in his place, especially after an open statement like that. The reality was that Jonathan had not meant it in the way he had received it, but whatever way got his attention more worked for him. It was a very manipulative motion on his emotions to get what he wanted, but in this particular case it was far too important to let slide. Dr. Crane had something important to do with Edward here tonight, and it was something that he knew needed to happen. How well it would be received….was a mystery to him.
The world around Edward seemed to slow as he lifted his cane and took that first perfect step. There was a pull in his muscles that Dr. Crane had never seen in him before. His body had worked perfectly in unison with his muscles as the glass shattered and sprayed across the room. It was a perfect swing, one that could have only been done if the body was working correctly. The last time he had seen Edward, not only was he in a state of deliria but his leg had certainly not been fixed. His leg was either healed or there was a fantastic brace on it. The brace was doubtful is Dr. Crane’s mind, as even then there would have been a shift in his movement, a strain in the body to indicate an injury. But there was none….The Edward that had left come back a new man.
The split second that he had seen Edward take the swing has seemed like an eternity to scan over the form of his body but it was not so. The darkness had filled the room and wrapped around him. It seemed he really wanted to play. It was only when the word love was mentioned that Dr. Crane’s fingers curled around the ropes of his mask. Love?....The cold stare of the doctor pierced through the darkness toward the spot where Edward had been standing, he knew he had not moved. Fallen…in love? His mind ran over the concept several times. The subject should have never caused him to pause in his thoughts like this. It was meant as a jest…nothing more. His forced thoughts on that were confirmed when he had followed it with such a blow. He had been given the home at Edward resided in previously but now he was being called a whore for it?
The sexual night that had pertained to him getting the home in the first place was shook off a brushed from his thoughts. Edward wasn’t acting stable, there was something different about him from the last moment they had breathed their goodbyes to each other. A rare state that only he had only ever been able to see, and he would make sure it remained that way…forever. For whatever it was between them was not meant to be, it was impossible..It wasn’t real..It couldn’t be..Again the doctor shook his head trying to focus in the darkness.
To remind himself of who he was and to carry out what he must the mask was placed over his head. He slipped on the needled invention and clicked it over his arm. The yellow from the liquid inside the needles began to glow as it shook within them and caused a faint resonance to where he was. The tint of the eyewear in his mask was even more of an indication but the face of the scarecrow was intimidating none the less. He didn’t pop on the distortion, having little need to in this moment and he wanted Edward to understand him very soundly, and very clearly. This was going to be an extremely important moment.
Slowly he began to walk, keeping his focus on the spot in the middle. His needled finger began to drag against the wall of the small room leaving a high pitched squeal as they scraped along. He moved it in the form of a question mark before he stopped to speak. “If I were one of your common whores….I would have taken you for much more than that considering the opportunity I was given.” He laughed softly within the dark and pushed away from the wall. His fingers were swaying in the dark, glowing yellow as he approached Edward, or the form that he knew was there before. “I have something for you…” He whispered…and reached his non gloved hand out to him slowly which held an object in it that was meant only for Edward. Dr. Crane was trusting him with this, a rare moment that would possibly never be seen again…
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Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2012 23:09:16 GMT -5
The events that occurred in that underground cave in Northern Africa had certainly made him into a new man. He had concluded one new location. The previous locations he had looked at had been abandoned or a rumor all together. Chasing after the League of Assassins was similar to trying to prove a legend true. There were breaths of moments that seemed so close to evidence, but they were flushed away with one scratch of inaccuracy. When he rode off into the desert on the camel and saw the sun slowly set, he had been certain it would be the last time he would ever see such an image. His body was weak, and the headaches had only grown more intense with each passing minute. He had packed only a days worth a water, knowing if he didn’t find what he was looking for he wouldn’t make it pass the day anyways.
He had reached the location, he expected something to be, but there was nothing. Nothing at all. Tears started to form in his eyes as a sense of failure and the end encompassed him like a somber blanket. He was going to die.
And just as the realization of that truth settled in him, the sun reached the edge of the horizon, and a shadow shot across the wasteland. His eyes jumped to it, and quickly followed before the sun disappeared altogether. There in the center of the dessert was a plateau. Relief. It was something he hadn’t expected to feel, but as soon as he saw the geographical point, he knew his life would continue.
From there, it wasn’t difficult to determine the ancient codes and secret doors that finally led him down a stairwell. He tripped, he coughed, he was falling apart. Each step felt like it might be his last, but he pushed through. His head was pounding to the point that his vision was blurring. When he reached the bottom, all he could see was an aura of green. He reached out to it like a lifeline and stepped forward only to trip. He landed on his face, coughing in the dirt of the room. It reminded him of the time in the hospital after the accident. Every time he stepped out of bed he had fallen. Doctors and Nurses telling him he will never walk again, he needed to rest. He shouldn’t be doing it. He ignored them all and pushed himself back up. He did that again and again and again until he proved all those idiots wrong. Edward was a mastermind genius. He did not succumb to anything. He did not fall to anyone. He dug his hands into the floor, and pulled himself forward, ignoring the screaming pain in his leg and mind. He felt the dirt under his nails, threatening to rip them off with each tug, but he continued. He would not die today, not when he had figured it out, not when he was so close. He reached the edge. His breathing heavy. His suit a mess. His body sweating. Edward Nigma didn’t fall. Edward Nigma was a god! The pit splashed as his body rolled deep into it.
Before death it is said you see your life flash before your eyes. And maybe Edward was dying…moments….moments from his past floated to the forefront of his mind as his body was surrounded by the mystical liquid. His father, the belt, his mother, the closet, the tears, the lies, the blood, the dead face, the money, the women, the humiliation, the car, the doctor, the pain, the pain, so much pain, the bat, the traps, the riddles, and finally blue eyes. Blue. He never particularly cared for the color, but something about it made him feel warm before everything went black.
His arms were pushing forward until he caught gripped. He yanked himself out of the substance, a gasp of air escaping his mouth as the green liquid splashed around him. His eyes opened wide as everything seemed to hit him like an avalanche of thoughts. It would be hard for Edward to describe his mind at that moment. It was like every thought was a single bee in a hive, and his mind held hundreds of hives, yet somehow, he was able to read every single thought as clearly as the last at the exact same moment. It was overwhelming. Every answer….his mind had it. He had never thought so clearly and chaotically in his life. It was almost maddening, but enlightening. It all made sense. All of it, but how? And as the question popped up an answer followed a moment after.
No pain.
He felt no pain at all. It had been almost a decade sense he had ever felt such a sensation. No pain. He didn’t have to focus so much energy on handling the pain. There was no pain.
Edward collapsed on his knees, his hands running through his wet hair. His mind was so overwhelmed, he didn’t even realize he was laughing until his voice went horse. “It all makes sense. How did I not see it?! It all makes sense!” he repeated over and over again.
Yes, you could say Edward Nigma had died that day and the man here now was his rebirth, but those who knew him well would know that he still was the same Edward, only slightly more manic.
As soon as the last word left his lips, Edward moved away from the spot. No one knew his leg was no longer crippled. They would assume to listen to the cane for movement, but being able to walk without, made his slow steps silent. He kept away from the walls, knowing Jonathan would stay near them, and waited for a sign of his movements.
If on queue, yellow lit up in the air. He smirked as his eyes followed the glove. Was Jonathan doing this frighten him or to show him where he was? Either way, it was stupid decision. He took a step forward only to be haltered by that horrible sound. His jaw locked in annoyance. It was degrading really. Did Jonathan really think this act was scary? First of all, Edward had been under the influence of toxin, unpleasant but certainly not life threatening. Second, he knew Jonathan wouldn’t hurt him. Third, it just looked ridiculous.
He continued his movements when the sound stopped, following silently behind him as he spoke. He smirked at his justification. Jonathan might have considered them jibes, but there was some truth in every word he uttered. Edward didn’t lie. He could have disproven Jonathan, and he planned too in a mere moment.
He lifted up his cane again. His lips opened up to utter a single question. What is a diamond no woman wants? But just as sound almost left and his muscle moved to swing, Edward froze.
He shouldn’t have let the natural emotional response take over. Intelligence meant emotions were unnecessary. Emotions are irrational and can be proven by any intellectual thought, yet he had paused, his cane in mid swing.
He had something for him? What was it? Toxin? His apartment keys? His mind started running through hundreds of answers. He wanted to reach out and take it, and part of him thought that would be all right. It couldn’t be dangerous, could it?
He couldn’t help himself. He reached around Jonathan from behind and plucked the object from his hand. “Giving gifts now,” he chuckled and pressed his lips towards the back of his ear on the mask, “You are obsessed with me.” He pulled away from him with the object. “I suppose I can’t blame you. I’m obsessed with me too,” he smirked and looked down at the object.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Nov 5, 2012 23:39:28 GMT -5
If only he would have known Edward had gone to the League of Shadows, he would have stopped him. There was nothing for him there that would be worth dealing with them. For him…For Dr. Crane however nothing could have been more worth it. It would have been impossible to explain the full reason behind why The Scarecrow had submitted himself to their control in the first place, but to him it was incredibly clear. There was no price that he wouldn’t have paid to accomplish what he was supposed to, to fulfill his purpose on this earth.
Even after everything that Edward had done with the Penguin, as far as he was hinted, there was one chain that he would never be able to pull from his neck. It didn’t matter what he tried to do, no matter how hard Edward tried to tug or torch, he would never break the chain that was around his neck. The hold that Ra’s had on him was far too powerful and Dr. Crane had no intention of breaking the link either. No, he didn’t enjoy the fact that he was tied down or bound to a source in general, but to do what he had to he had to bend to Ra’s will. However….Dr. Crane had been steadily working on a way of his own to release himself from the chain of Ra’s.
He had to do the man’s will for now, and it was as simple as that. But the extent of what Edward had done was expose him to the Penguin and then leave on this mysterious journey…that he came back healed from or at least better off physically than he was. His punishment for what he had done to expose him to the Penguin would come eventually. Edward would damn himself in that aspect, but for now Dr. Crane had more important things in mind. Everything had a way of working out to his favor, even if the plans had changed slightly.
Dr. Crane knew that Edward could see the glow from his glove, he had wanted him to see it. The doctor didn’t fear Edward and nothing that he could do could make him change his mind from what was going to happen next. He had already proven that he knew how to get Edward’s attention from his display outside and now he was going to prove to him that he knew how to keep it and keep it…and keep it. He had no intention of sticking him with toxin tonight. Dr. Crane has already seen his darkest fears. He had been so close to them he could touch them, in fact he had touched them. The way that Edward had fought his fears later in the night fascinated him. There were very few that were ever able to stand up to the hallucinations of the serum.
The doctor didn’t know that Edward was behind him until he plucked the vile from his hands. He could have attempted to kill him at that moment. It would have been a perfect opportunity for him to try but he knew better. The Scarecrow couldn’t die, he wasn’t a mere man, he was a God and he should have seen that first hand already, whether he believed it or not. His breath came to his ear and husked to it, spreading his fascination. Dr. Crane’s shoulder raised slightly to it, though he dropped it quickly afterward. A smile almost came to his face from underneath the mask. Edward was still able to invoke something in him that he didn’t understand. When Edward exhibited the same fascination in the object he held his lanky body turned slowly to face him within the darkness.
Perhaps it was true; he was obsessed with the man that invoked so much emotion that he was never supposed to have in him. Perhaps it was something else entirely that he hadn’t been able to study. The night before he left flashed into his mind with their mutual confessions to each other and the passion that followed. It was certainly something…Something that had occurred that they both had difficulty now denying. Even with Edward’s knew demeanor he still husked and remained close to him, missing the opportunity to knock him out.
The vile that he held in his hands sloshed a dark and murky yellow around in the tube. It wasn’t fear or Brave toxin but it was one of his greatest accomplishments since, if not his greatest that had ever been made. It was the perfect personification of fear itself, bringing out what was really inside of him. It was the perfected formula, or at least as perfect as he had been able to get it for now. “It’s the Scarebeast.” He confessed. Dr. Crane knew that Edward didn’t know too much about it, no one did, but the signs and rumors spread around Gotham very quickly. The plan to “trust” Edward with the formula and the last sample that exsisted outside of his own veins had been in his mind for some time now, but now it was in his hands.
Dr. Crane stepped up to him, closing the gap and grabbed his fingers over Edward’s and the vile. “It’s yours…” He husked back to him while sliding one foot to his previously injured one. He moved it slowly to try and spread his legs further apart, paying special attention for any nerves twitching in his hands.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2013 16:23:21 GMT -5
Edward rolled the vile in his hand, studying it in the dark carefully. His anger that had taken over him when he first came here had disappeared to his curiosity. He had never consciously become aware of it, but Jonathan had a talent for manipulating his emotions from one extreme to another. It could almost make Edward to appear bipolar in how drastic and quick his emotions could snap to one to another. He rolled it in his hands, finally glancing up at Jonathan as he turned to face him. His eyes adjusted to the dark easily, and he took in the mask staring back at him. In some ways the mask that instilled so much fear into others was the object that hid Jonathan’s fear from the world, yet Edward could see through it.
He could see Jonathan’s anxiety. His need to be closer to him, his fear of rejection, his nervousness of something new. Edward could see it all through the mask. His fingers were wrapped around his, and a spark from another life seemed to dance on his skin.
Edward didn’t respond at first. His mind jumped through each explanation trying to find a decent conclusion. He was holding Jonathan’s most precious work in his hand. He knew the effects. He had the FBI reports and saw the after effect on Jonathan in the asylum. Did Edward have any use for it? No, he didn’t particularly need or want to change into a monster instilling fear, but it wasn’t the object itself that Edward was so intrigued with. It was the mere fact that Jonathan had decided to give it to him. Jonathan trusted him.
He smirked.
How foolish…
Though not completely, he noted as Jonathan started to try to move his legs. Clever, Jonathan, very clever. He didn’t give him much time for his little experiment. He stepped forward and then another until he had his Jonathan’s body pressed between his and the wall. His free hand traveled up his side and then towards his mask. He slowly pulled the sack off of his face, keeping his eyes locked on his.
His hand dropped the mask on the ground uncaringly. Edward still hadn’t said a word about the situation. He was too busy observing, catching Jonathan’s reactions. He brought his lips towards his, not touching, only soft breaths. His free hand played with his shirt almost teasingly, as he kept staring into that deep blue.
His condescending smirk appeared on his face as he whispered against his lips, “Just because I took your virginity doesn’t mean you have to give me gifts.”
His hand opened against Jonathan’s, and he dropped the vile. Glass shattered as it hit the ground.
Edward stepped away from him, brushing himself off, as if he had dirtied himself by being near him. “Whatever fantasy you have in your mind about us, please end it. I have important work to do, and I don’t have time for you to be interfering in my business,” he said calmly as he picked up his cane. “Do you understand? Or must I further my explanation for your simple mind?”
Yes, things were different now. Edward Nigma had died and The Riddler had been reborn.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Mar 1, 2013 21:24:40 GMT -5
The Scarecrow wore the mask for many reasons, but only one was known to the world. Edward had always had an uncanny ability to stare into his eyes and challenge him; the mask put some distance between that. Instead of his blue abyss it was replaced by the orange hue of his hood around his eyes. But returning Edward’s puzzling stare was never a challenge he couldn’t live up to and as his eyes turned to him in the dark they were surely locked upon.
Trust was an empty word to him. By giving this to Edward he could call it by another name, exactly which he didn’t have to mention but The Scarecrow didn’t believe in trust. The fact that they had become closer had been present; he couldn’t deny it as the facts lied there before him. He had seen Edward more than he had seen or collaborated with any Professional that he would admit to. That he would admit to…
The Scarecrow’s legs faltered as he was pushed against the wall. There was no reason to fight against him, especially as he held something so precious in his hands. It was something so precious that only he would be smart enough to realize its true value. What he would do with it would be his choice and his consequence to bear. A sharp breath came into his chest as his fingers trailed up his sides, the only place on his skin that wasn’t littered with scars, but Edward had known that. Still he kept his composure against the wall and when his mask was removed, small strands of hair fell in front of his eyes. He didn’t mind the mask being pulled off at that moment but the invasion of his space to his lips did make him stiffen. His eyes stayed glued to the man as he seemed to move about him like a witted snake out to get its way. Dr. Crane could see through him just as easily and if he wanted to he could blind him with the truth in moments. Did he really desire to go down that road again?
Though his experiment with his leg had been broken he couldn’t fool him. He was a doctor and the way that Edward simply carried himself had changed completely. His attitude had changed in more subtle ways. But one thing was certain, he was not standing the way a cripple man stood. Something had changed and he was not wearing a brace of any kind that he had felt. Perhaps that was what was so important in Africa. Despite his questions on the matter he kept them to himself as his lips traced against his own. That smirk appeared…and what happened next caused a reaction that not even Dr. Crane had been able to predict.
The jest hadn’t even had time to register as his eyes widened to focus to the dark yellow falling from his fingers. He watched his digits open and drop the only remaining vile left. The doctor pushed him roughly just as quickly as he had tried to step away. “NO” He bellowed and fell to his knees. His ungloved hand and needled met on the ground and the glowing substance soaked to his fingers and the fabric that held them in the other. It was almost if his body thought he could save it somehow if his fingers touched it, if he could just hold it again. His head hung low as he watched his life’s work spill across the cracks of the warehouse floor, being tainted with Edward’s ignorance, calling him a failure from the point upon his knees.
The corpse on the his knees had fallen silent after Edward’s next carelessly put words. “haha….Hahaahahaahahaha…” A dark laughter began to rise from within his chest. The doctors hands shook as the glowing liquid dripped from his fingers. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.” Another barrel of dark laughter left the obviously now unstable doctor and one of his knees lifted to bring him to a kneeled position. His head rose with a sinister smile on his lips. As it died he looked to his shaken fingers and began to pain the liquid glow to his lips and just barely graze along his tongue. He looked upon it as lovingly as a mother to her child, if only he were capable of such it was in this moment.
His needled hand which dripped with its left over drops pushed into the air and turned as if he held an invisible force which gave his strength to speak. “Us…” He spoke the word with conviction into the darkened atmosphere around them. “The ignorance of society that you place your self above, do you really wish to delve yourself in it? The only part of that chain that you’ve overcame, night embraced now falls to your childish quim and a false pride.” He stood and turned his palm again as if another force yet again helped him up. His eyes were turned to the darkness, through Edward, deeply into him, as if he could peer into his soul. The philosopher continued to stand and came back to his side, pulled his needled hand to grace across his cheek.
“My dear sweet prince of Marks..”
The words fell from him in a whisper, for him to decide whether it was genuine or jest. 'What us?', the darkness seemed to call, but he didn't need to say it for it to be living there. “Your fantasy…” His fingers came up from the other side of his cheek and pulled to his face. “Your fantasy. When you called for it and it came to you. Yet you feared but so callously embraced. End what fantasy that you speak of so subordinately? It seems you are the one that can’t let the corpse rest in peace….”His convicting, condemning dramatics and cryptics came to an end with that as he stared into his eyes. Dr. Crane had not called for Edward each time before now, Edward had come to the dark….He had opened the door.
Edward walked in.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2013 0:03:50 GMT -5
Edward smirked as Jonathan collapsed on the ground like a broken man. Who could be afraid of such a simple man? He covered his insecure frighten little boy by mounting up a large wall around himself. The sound of laughter started softly and then louder. As it grew even louder, Edward wanted to start laughing himself. The laughter was just another of so many walls he built. It was like watching a million little Russian men hammer and ground at stone hiding the little boy behind his protection.
He couldn’t help himself, he started to giggle himself as Jonathan played with makeup wiping it on his lips. Opps he meant his precious formula. To be honest, Edward thought it held more use as lipstick.
Jonathan started to talk, and for a man who stays unbelievably silent, he certainly knew how to rattle a story off like a grandfather to his children. When he was finished, he shifted his weight from one leg to another, tapping his finger on his chin as if he were actually considering Jonathan’s words. Tasting them and chewing them for all thoughts. “Now, Dr. Crane,” he said his professional name tauntingly as he pointed his cane at him, “is there any need for these dramatics?” He chuckled, “It makes you look undesirably desperate.”
He shifted his wrist, his cane moving with the action and leaning against his own shoulder as he walked, no paced, around the darkened room. He knew Jonathan had already caught onto his new movement. There was no point in hiding a riddle already solved. “But let me answer your concerns and thoughts about the situation you seem to relate me to. Fantasy? No. I would not consider what we have engaged in a fantasy. Curiosity, would be the better term. I was curious how long it takes to reveal that little boy I saw cowering against the wall from the birds those years ago, and it certainly did not take long,” he smirked and glanced at him. He placed his cane back onto the ground. “As for your last statement, I did not seek out this meeting. You wanted me here. As far as I am concern, the corpse can decompose in a coffin beneath the ground. It does not affect me.”
“Rest in peace, Dr. Crane,” he gave a soft laugh and walked to the door. He whistled three blind mice, one of the first nonsense rhymes Jonathan had said to him. He opened the door and walked out.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 941
~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jul 1, 2013 20:29:18 GMT -5
Dr. Crane stayed there on his knees as Edward paced around him. His eyes were fixated on him and his hands were dripping the sweet substance. He could feel it coursing within him. Edward had been such a fool to give up something so precious but even in his effort to destroy it he had accomplished nothing but setting back himself. Dr. Crane had thought better of him but it seemed that whatever had taken over his body had also taken over his mind.
The darkened liquid ran down his face and got into the tips of his lids, but it wouldn’t affect him, from a distance it would have almost seemed as if he was weeping for it. There was much to lose here….But there was even more to gain. He had made his choice and whatever had affected him had influenced him to make it. His glacial eyes watched him turn and walk out the door. Dr. Crane’s head twitched slightly as he heard the melody that left his lips so long ago.
He felt his chest pick up and his hands shake. What?....What was happening? Suddenly Dr. Crane had fallen forward and purged the innards of his stomach onto the ground, which wasn’t much to begin with. Just as he thought he was going to be able to lift himself up another force came and did the same to him. His eyes were changing color but he wasn’t aware of it, only that he felt different. He had felt all of this before. His heart picked up in its pace and he began to panic on the floor.
This wasn’t right. None of this was making sense. Edward was supposed to come here and meet him and he was supposed to be able to get what he wanted and leave. He had gotten that……and…then some.. But not this. The broken man’s hand that dripped with the darkened yellow substance went into his hair as he shook on his knees. His entire body was convulsing and he couldn’t seem to prevent it. Could Edward have caused such a reaction? The more he became fascinated with the subject he had created for himself the more he was losing his grip on reality. It wasn’t the end…he would make Edward see what he had lost in the game.
A loud crack echoed within the building and his eyes glazed over with a bright yellow. The last thing that could be heard from the building was an ear shattering roar.
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