Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jul 22, 2012 3:46:01 GMT -5
What is fate? Something that unavoidable befalls a person, a destiny. An inevitability that humans use to disguise their sins. It seemed like what had always happened between them was what they called and inevitability. Before that night Dr. Crane was certain of his thoughts on Edward Nigma. He knew exactly who he was and what made him into who he was today. He never expected it to quite turn out like it did, but it couldn’t be denied the tension that hung in the air when he was around him.
There was an aching feeling on night that he couldn’t wrap his mind around. Something that he knew Edward was talented enough to bring to him although he’d never admit it aloud. He challenged him to think against his own methods and practices. Something about that in itself was fascinating, it was maddening…enough to turn his thoughts cynical toward him. A man that was driven by so much fear, to be as puzzling as he was. He should have been able to understand him completely, but he couldn’t.
Dr. Crane stepped toward him quickly to hold him against the decrepit used dumpster. He held him there for only a moment but Edward had made it seem like an eternity with just one beautiful display. That look of pure horror on his face sent a pulse through his body. To be lost in that one moment for what seemed like so long just staring into his iris. The muscles around his eyes pulled and his pupils contracted into their darkness within. Nothing could stop the satisfaction that poured into his face. Slowly a shoulder rolled back as if he was taking something beyond the human sight, letting something soak within him and take over his mind. His obsession could be found even in this…
Mysophobia, the fear of germs. It was a very wide spread phobia though not entirely common. Practices against germs were something that most humans were taught as small children. Edward however was a special case as always, this was easy to see. Dr. Crane had slammed him to the dumpster to provoke this, how could he resist such an opportunity that Edward so willingly gave him?
This display in his eyes he had seen before, a small child cowering under a lab table, but there was an even more significant event than that. At his fingertips, he had him, just like he had him now. The gun was at his pulse, threatening to end his life. He remembered the look on his face down to the last muscle pulled in his features. The way his neck went from side to side to try and slowly escape the barrel. He had him there as Edward asked him to be civil and showed him what would happen if he didn’t. Edward was always able to meet the challenge.
Dr. Crane took a step back after he was roughly pushed and watched him continue in his panic. Casually he stepped back from him and slid his hand into his pocket. “You should have taken heed…” He in a husked over voice trying to settle from how much just the display that Edward emitted had riled him. For a moment he just took him in heavily debating on what was going to happen next. Without another though he stepped back to him with sudden hostility in his posture. His hands went immediately to the bottom of Edward’s jacket and roughly pulled him toward him. His lips went to his ear and attempted to hold him in place yet again but this time it would only be for a moment. “Then let me purge it from your skin…” He spoke harshly into his ear and then let him go completely.
Dr. Crane stepped backward slowly keeping his eyes on Edward as he headed toward the place across the street that had started it all. “I’ll inform you on this fact…” He paused and smiled knowing that Edward would understand. “Nothing has changed between us at all…” With that he turned his body slightly. “I could use a shower myself…” He turned and walked toward the motel. He knew any things could happen at this point, Edward may stop him, or follow him, or leave him. Regardless he was prepared to change for any outcome. “Are you keeping up?”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2012 15:01:07 GMT -5
As soon as there was space between them, Edward began to quickly brush his suit off. Thankfully, he was wearing his purple gloves like always, but it did not deface the disgustingness of the situation. He felt like he could feel the bacteria crawling over his body and slowly invading into his suit. His body squirmed at the thought, as he brushed his hand harder along his jacket. How did he forget his disinfectant? He rolled his eyes at Jonathan’s taunt. His lips pursed together in disapproval. Taken heed? Jonathan’s other option hadn’t been very sanitary either. Did he not see the amount of prostitutes that came and left that motel? He might need to look into a new prescription for his glasses. Edward could have even handled the alley way if he had been thrown onto filth.
Before he could dwell on the horrendous thought any longer, he was yanked against him. His breath caught in his throat as he heard Jonathan’s harsh words against his ear. His mind going blank to the amount of germs he was now contaminated with. His thoughts went into darker lust as he tried to solve the riddle of how Jonathan actually planned to purge it from his skin. The air had disappeared once more, and then a mere second later, he was gone again.
He took in a deep breath, as he stayed stiff in his position. He almost looked uncertain. A very strange look for Edward because he was certain about everything he did. He took a step forward as he started to walk away, but then he quickly noted where he was going. It made him cringe at the thought. Okay, maybe he was over-reacting to the need to be clean. He didn’t have much time with Jonathan. He had about three hours before his flight. He should be getting the most out of the time he had. He shouldn’t be wasting it…but he also didn’t want to spend the next three hours in a grimy whore and cockroach infested motel. His eyes fell to Jonathan’s pants that seemed to barely be holding up. He pressed his lips together tightly…then again.
His words sounded familiar, but he was barely paying attention to them, too lost in his own mental debate. It took a moment, but a light bulb snapped on with a memory. He couldn’t help the barest of smiles that came to his face. He remembered. Edward always liked to think that everyone remembered everything about him because he was the most important person in the world. However, the reality was that he was usually glazed over and ignored. He wasn’t treated as the most important rogue in the rogue gallery. He was treated as a second rate criminal half the time. It was absolutely absurd! And Edward had vowed to change that…though the time he had left to change that was dwindling. He swallowed thickly, reminding himself that he would solve. He had found the answer. He would.
His eyes pulled back to Jonathan. Jonathan always remembered. It probably stemmed from his intense need to hold a grudge from those in his past, but Edward like to think it was because Jonathan thought he was important enough to remember.
Of course you are, Nigma.
Still, it was nice to have it confirmed.
His small smile turned right back into a frown with his taunting question. He supposed Jonathan was right. Nothing has changed between them. Jonathan was still a jerk. He chuckled to himself at the thought, but stepped forward. “Snarky remarks always sound inadequate coming from your lips, Jonathan. You really should leave them to those who hold more influence over words,” he responded, as he followed after him. He always moved slower then Jonathan, mostly due to the fact that he was crippled, but Jonathan’s long legs certainly didn’t help. Edward pushed himself to catch up, and he grabbed Jonathan’s wrist before he could cross the street.
He had no interest in going to that filthy motel, even if his patience was running thin. “You’re homeless currently, correct?” he asked. His mind was screaming at him that this was a stupid idea, but did it really matter. He probably would be buying a new place if he did come back anyways. He had to jump from apartment to apartment after all if he wanted to avoid the Bat’s cheating detective work.
He tried to cover the confusion in his eyes by forcing a smirk. “Why am I even asking? You look so pathetic you are obviously homeless,” he chuckled and pulled out his phone from his pocket.
His eyes glanced down to it for escape as he texted his henchman. He paused for a moment. He then took in a calming breath. “Why don’t…you come over to my place?” he asked, and shifted his weight to his other foot in uncertainty about how he felt about that.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jul 24, 2012 18:18:55 GMT -5
As Dr. Crane continued on in his stride across the street his mind wandered to exactly what he was indulging in again. It wasn’t easy the first time, but if it was easy he wouldn’t have enjoyed it. In that aspect, he and Edward were very similar, in entirely separate ways. He was aware that Edward, being the type of personality he was often indulged in such abrasive sexual activity. To Dr. Crane it was just another way man wasted time in doing something that meant nothing. He wasn’t in the habit of indulging in things that were a waste of time but somehow Edward had managed to change his way of perceiving it. Anything that was done in the heated manner it had been, like two lions at each other’s throats, had to have meant something. Regardless the thought drove him mad, but he planned to remedy it all.
Dr. Crane was a particularly tall man being shorter in the torso and much longer in the legs. He was always able to take long strides when he walked. It made him extremely good at his martial art, and gave him the advantage in a fight most of the time. It didn’t always mean he was going to win a fight with his height, but it definitely helped at times when he had to get away fast or jump longer distances. Edward had a way of proving himself regardless of his physical disability. It was difficult for him to keep up with him but he did manage. With that thought in mind Dr. Crane began to slow his stride across the street still waiting for him to catch up.
Memory was something that was very important to Dr. Crane. Almost everything he studied required the optimal use of his memory, a lot of his research he kept scrawled on notes and paper but everything important was committed to memory. Everything that was written on paper could be refigured or redone as many times as he liked, when something was committed to memory it was permanent. The same method was used for when people decided to talk to him. Normally he shrugged the common populace off for never having anything interesting or worthwhile to say. They simply lacked the understanding of the world that surrounded them and replaced it with a veil that society provided for them. Their words were lost as soon as they were heard. On the rare occasion that Dr. Crane actually found someone worthy enough to hear out, that he would commit to memory. Edward was one of those rare individuals.
His comment almost brought a smile to his face making a slight pull of the muscles show on the side of his cheek. Their banter was usually meant in jest, it was just their way of speaking to each other. Being both of a superior intelligence it made it easier to crack wit back and forth between the two. Edward certainly never missed an opportunity to do so, always attempting to get under his skin. After his taunting words, the tri movement of Edward was caught in his ears. He could he him steadily approaching but made no move to turn around, quicken or slow down his pace. Suddenly his wrist was grabbed and his movement was halted involuntarily. His leg that had tried to take a step forward as he was pulled now came backward to steady himself. Dr. Crane turned back slowly and caught Edward’s eyes. They trailed down to his wrist and then back upward to once again match his gaze. It was clear he didn’t approve of the touch but made no move to jerk his wrist away.
When Edward once again confirmed to himself that he was homeless Dr. Crane didn’t even seem to react to it. His eyes just stayed locked on his despite what was going through his mind. He kept his walled, cold exterior as if it really didn’t matter to him. In a way it didn’t matter to him where he was, he could live anywhere it really wasn’t a problem. Of course he preferred to be in a decent place, the most important aspect was having room to have a lab so he could continue his research. Out in the open like this, he could still get subjects easily but it was difficult to actually make a controlled study. Regardless of his circumstance he wasn’t going to vocally respond to his comment, only offering him a small glare as he called him pathetic.
Edward had broken his gaze to look at his phone and do something with it. He wondered exactly what he was doing, considering they were standing in the middle of the street and had stopped moving toward the hotel completely. He stayed silent as Edward texted on his phone until his words demanded his attention. Come over?....Dr. Crane looked almost confused for a moment piecing together what he had said before. Was he actually suggesting he stay at his place? The though was very conflicting considering that there was no trust between them at all. How could Edward trust him with such a thing? Of course the tone and way he worded his statement didn’t go unnoticed either. The tone was certain hinted with a sexual motive behind it.
Watching Edward shift from one side to another he thought about whether he would even consider this offer or not. To do so would be accepting ‘help’ from him….Dr. Crane didn’t need help. Instead he could change his perception of the matter. He could see it as an opportunity instead of accepting help…after all it’s not like the space wouldn’t come in handy…A sinister smile finally came over his features. He declined his head some and leaned toward him, finally pulling his wrist with Edward’s hand still clasped to it in his direction. “You would welcome the nightmare?” He laughed softly knowing that the words would possibly make Edward’s eyes roll as they often did when he said such things.
He would never admit that he was more comfortable around Edward than other people in general. Outwardly that would be called ‘friends’ but he refused to use the word. They weren’t friends, he didn’t have friends. Edward was tolerable…just more tolerable than most. With that conflicting thought in mind it was enough to intrigue him further into whatever Edward wanted to pull him into. He nodded his head slightly. “Alright..”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2012 19:42:16 GMT -5
The invite to his home was merely a weighing of cost and benefits. If he didn’t invite Jonathan, he would be forced into the disgusting disease infested motel. It was amazing he had ever been there at all; even more bewildering that he actually had Jonathan pinned on the disgusting floor. How did they get on the floor again? Oh, that’s right. Jonathan yanked them there. Edward certainly would not willingly roll around the floor. It made his shoulders roll back in disgust at the thought, but he was yanked forward by Jonathan’s wrist that he still had a tight grip on.
That question…how many times would Jonathan ask it? At this point, he should know the answer to it. He rolled his eyes just as Jonathan predicted. How could he not? Before he could respond to the ridiculous question, Jonathan answered his. He hadn’t realized he had been worried about Jonathan actually rejecting his offer until he accepted it. He felt strangely more relaxed as a grin appeared on his face. He agreed to his home. His home that had many interesting devices hidden here and there, though most were put in storage because he was leaving for who knows how long. Nonetheless, it would put Jonathan at a disadvantage. Edward did love being in control and having power. His home would help with a man who would even use his own belt against him.
Edward might have gotten past whatever was stopping him from making advances with Jonathan, but that would not change the fact that he would not be the submissive one in this relationship. Hell would freeze over and fat kids would get skinny off a cake before that ever happened. His pride had limit to how far it would bend, and losing his control and being like a …girl. No possible way. Yes, his home would certainly help make what he wanted a reality.
The street was empty for the most part. It was fairly late. If a car was driving here, it would most likely be shooting at another car, traveling at ridiculously high speeds. A black Acura car turned around the corner. It slowed until it stopped right next to them. His henchman were always quick when they were on call. He let go of Jonathan’s wrist. “Here’s the car and your last chance to run,” he laughed as he walked and opened up the door. He paused before he got in. “Please try not to rub the dirt that has layered your pants all over the leather seats,” he noted before he stepped inside and shut the door.
Lindsay, a freckled Irish boy, sat in the drivers seat, chewing his gum loudly. His mouth snapped closed when Edward got in. He learned the hard way what happened when your manners didn’t meet the Riddler’s expectations. A large question mark burn was planted on his forehead and would most likely scar and be there for the rest of his life. Edward saw it as training a dog. Punishment was necessary to teach something to stupid creatures.
When Jonathan got in, the boy glanced in the mirror. His eyes widening for a moment when he realized it was the Scarecrow in the car. He was still new to this, and every time Edward met with another rogue, he seemed to be in a strange mixture of awe and fear. He would grow out of it though.
“My Northside apartment,” Edward stated, and the boy nodded, chewing on his gum with his mouth closed. He pushed the gas and started driving. Edward sat in his seat silently. He didn’t exactly know what to say. His body felt too tense, and he had to shift in his seat every moment or two to distract himself by the fact that Jonathan’s shirt was still torn down the middle. He really just wanted to touch him again, but just because he was dying didn’t mean he planned to advertise himself as showing interest in a man. Edward was not gay. He definitely was not gay. He was very interested in many women. Jonathan just happened to be the one man that had caught his eye, and Edward never denied himself something he wanted.
His eyes kept glancing at him to make certain he was still there. It all felt too unrealistic: Jonathan in his car going to his apartment to do unquestionable things. He took in a strained breath. This car ride was seeming far too long. He tapped his finger on the arm rest. Gah, Edward was too ADD to be this patient.
He noticed the area grow nicer as they moved. Good, they were almost there.
When the car finally stopped in the alley next to his apartment, he threw opened the door. He moved quickly to the back door of his apartment building and swiped the card near the security lock. He didn’t even look back at Jonathan. He didn’t think he could hold himself back anymore if he did. He held the door open, until Jonathan followed. Edward went in and moved to the elevator. He got in, pressed the tenth floor.
When the stainless steel doors finally closed, he turned to Jonathan, grabbing his neck and kissing him again. His hand moving to his lower back pressing his hips close to his own. Edward really did not handle patience well.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jul 26, 2012 3:30:42 GMT -5
While they waited for the vehicle to come and pick them up, which he was sure that was what they were waiting on, he became lost in thought. The place where Edward lived came to mind, probably one of his many residences. What he couldn’t get out of his mind was what he could do with the space given to him if Edward did want him to watch it while he was gone. The thought alone about Edward leaving was still bothering him. There was a mutual understand that he was not going to tell him however, so he didn’t push it further. He had his own business and he was also healthily in the habit of taking care of it. While he was away he would have to scour the house for any equipment or secrets he may be hiding. The security that he knew paranoid Edward held tightly to would come in handy as well.
In Dr. Cranes mind he had always seen Edward as more of the feminine sort of male. He was a sharp dresser, very vain in his looks, possibly spent hour in front of the mirror just admiring himself. There were many contributing factors to seeing him as feminine even including the way he spoke and whined about several different subjects. His general distaste for being dirty and handling germs was just further evidence that he was leaning more toward that side.
Even so he was still very new to this all together. Generally Dr. Crane had no preference between man and woman, they were both the same. The only difference was how they used the abilities they had, which different greatly between the two genders. Before he had made a large exception for Edward he avoided any contact at all with both genders that had to do with intimacy. He thought of it as a waste of time, something without purpose that he thought held no value to his research. When it came to Edward, things were very different. There was a tension between them that he couldn’t deny, something that brought him to the point to where he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to devour him or keep him. There was something that drew them both to each other regardless of whether they admitted or denied it.
A very sharp looking car rolled around the corner and down their side of the street. Quickly he tossed the thought from his mind and focused on the vehicle and Edward’s motions toward it. This was obviously the car he had called to come pick them up. He watched his movement to the other side of the car to get in and offered him a stale glare at his comment. Before he got in he did take once glance at his clothing. His shirt was ripped, his jacket was dirty and his pants were no better. He really did look quite the mess. At Edward’s place he would get the opportunity to clean up and change, though he doubted that would be the first thing that was done. With a flick of his wrist he popped the car door open and got in to sit opposite of Edward.
His eyes immediately fell into the rear view to catch the driver’s eyes. A sinister smile crept onto his lips as he observed fear flood into his face. It was a fairly common reaction to getting in the back seat that he was used to seeing. Often if he needed to get somewhere without dealing with others he would take precaution to cover his face or keep it turned away until he reached his destination. It really depended upon the urgency of the issue at hand. In this case the man as going to have to deal with knowing The Scarecrow was in the car with him. Edward finally decided to pipe up and tell the man where he wanted them to go, making his gaze avert back to the road.
So they were going to the North side of Gotham City. It was understandable that Edward would live in an area like that. It was where most of Gotham’s social elite spent their days wasting their paper. They put so much of their time into gaining such an insignificant and meaningless material object. The area was much nicer for them, and although violence was not foreign to any part of Gotham, the north side was significantly safer due to less street crime. It wasn’t surprising that Edward would want to live among them, he always did seem to want surround himself with wealth and success.
Though Edward’s gaze may have been upon him, Dr. Crane’s went instantly to the window next to him. He watched the lights of Gotham as they passed the windows, sinking into his own world. He was perfectly silent the entire, ride letting the passing images from the window absorb his mind and pull him deeper into thought about the situation and what was soon to come.
When the car stopped he was ripped from his world. The life flooded back into his eyes and he blinked several times, looking out the window to see where they were. They had arrived at a large apartment complex on the more upscale side of town. He noticed that Edward had quickly left the car and he got out quickly himself to follow him inside. There were no words exchanged between them after he got out, Edward just kept pressing forward in the quickest pace he could with the use of his cane. Dr. Crane caught up with ease using the long stride of his legs to his advantage, but he kept slightly behind him letting him lead to wherever they were going.
The elevator came into view and he entered after Edward just as he pushed the button to go to the tenth floor. Quietly he stood next to Edward as the metal doors came together and sealed them in. At that moment he finally turned to catch Edward’s gaze. He had already been one step ahead of him however as he was taken aback by a passionate kiss. His hands hovered for a moment with his body rejecting the uninitiated touch. It wasn’t until Edward’s hips met his own that he began to slide and grind against him. Matching his pace he molded into his deep kiss. His fingers finally connected with his body and ran up it until they were in his hair. Edward may have seemed dominant at the moment, a little too dominant for his liking. Quickly his fingers locked around his hair and roughly pulled his head back from the kiss. In the same motion his free hand went to yank the collar of his tie forward.
Moments later the doors opened and they both stood apart. Both were looking rather unkempt at this point but seemed as if nothing had happened at all. He knew that they wouldn’t make it to any hotel room or any place in general without that happening. The tension only grew between the two with the long walk down the hall. Dr. Crane kept his gaze on Edward as they walked. Like two lions staring each other down, neither of them backing out of their pride. They approached the door together and he stood to the side for only a moment to watch him fumble with the door lock. Dr. Crane waited until his hands were busy unlocking the door before he glanced down the hall to see if anyone was around them.
Before he could get the door open Dr. Crane roughly shoved him against the door and placed his hands over him on the frame. Taking his new position he appeared to over hover him, exactly what he wanted. Leaning down he placed his head over the curl of Edward’s neck and husked into his ear. “Last chance to run…”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2012 19:11:34 GMT -5
Elevators never provided the needed time. It was strange, because when he was trying to escape somewhere, they always took too long, but when he wanted to hide in one, they always moved too fast. He kept Jonathan in his grip even when he found Jonathan’s hands crawling over his own body. Less clothes would be much more beneficial.
He winced when the grip into his hair, and Jonathan broke the kiss. He didn’t understand why until he heard the bing of the elevator coming to a halt, at least that’s why he assumed he would break a kiss. As quickly as Edward had been on top of him, he was at his side trying to straighten on his appearance. The doors open, and he strode off to his apartment. His body was very aware of the distance between him and the man following. He couldn’t help himself. The anticipation from this ridiculous procrastination was making him twitch.
He reached the door and fumbled with the key. He took a calming breath. He needed to relax. He slid it against the keypad and then put in the code. Before he could open the door though, his body was slammed on the door. His breath getting caught in his throat after he let out an oomph sound from the action. His one hand was still on the door handle, but his other planted against the door trying to make himself more stable. Jonathan’s hot body gave him enough of a clue what was occurring. It reminded him of the other times Jonathan had slammed him against a wall. He did enjoy that, didn’t he? He sometimes thought the reason for Jonathan’s lab rats was not for experiments, but to rather get a high while he traps them against a wall or a corner. His bottom lip pouted out at being treated like a rat. The words only concluded it. He was trying to be like a cat where he teased and taunted and took control. No, Jonathan would learn that Edward was much smarter then some small rodent.
His hand on the door went back to rest on Jonathan’s side for a moment. He barely grazed slightly exposed skin, almost like he was caressing him. “If you’re going to be a kitten, you really should stop sounding like parrot,” he commented on him copying his words he hadn’t said long ago.
His hand turned the door handle. With the amount of force Jonathan had on it, the door swung open. Edward used his hand on Jonathan’s side to push him off as the door moved causing Jonathan to stumble over as Edward merely stayed on the door. He pulled himself off of it to see Jonathan barely catching himself from a crash fall onto the ground. Edward chuckled and smirked as he closed his door behind him. He stepped towards Jonathan. “Do you need a prince to catch you, Princess?” he teased.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Aug 1, 2012 19:35:03 GMT -5
Dr. Crane always had enjoyed putting Edward in venerable positions. Slamming him against a door or the nearest wall was just one of the ways to show him his weaknesses. Slowly he ripped away at any trust there ever could have been, the way it was meant to stay. Edward should never turn his back to him, it was a lesson that he thought he may learn. After this many times he could only come to the conclusion that Edward’s mind was in a different place. He was losing his ability to focus because of his desires, or perhaps he just enjoyed the ‘thrill’ of getting caught.
Edward always held a higher intelligence than the other Profession Criminals he was sometimes forced to endure. Even if he was forced it was never for long. The longest anyone could make him tolerate the others was when he was in the asylum, and there he had little choice. With his reputation behind him he had even seen to that problem, and now they rarely let him around the others. Edward had always been slightly different than them. He was actually able to hold a conversation with him, however brief it may have been. They were always able to match each other’s wit and jest toward one another when they came across each other, and it was no different now.
His nostrils flared as a deep inhale came through them at the unsolicited touch to his side. The heated feeling that followed was quickly turned as pet names came from his mouth. They caused his eyes, though hidden from him to light with a cold fire. It made his fingers curl into the fabric of his green jacket. He couldn’t see by any means how he ever could be compared to a kitten. Pet names had never been given to him before by anyone, in childhood or in his adult life. He was called many taunting names or names meant with intent to hurt while he was in school, none of those even remotely came close to either of those animals. There was only one name he was called at that time in his life that wasn’t meant with malicious intent…..
But he wasn’t going to think about that, only Edward truly knew what it was.
Dr. Crane’s eyes widened, coming out of the thought they had placed themselves in by the unexpected momentum he now had. His body fell forward and his feet reflexively acted to try and catch up with him. With a rough stumble he fell into the room and nearly hit the floor only catching himself moments from the ground by the arm chair of a fine upholstered couch. Slowly the battered doctor lifted and corrected his posture. For a few moments he just tried to compose himself finally getting to gaze around the apartment itself.
The apartment was larger than many that he had rented or occupied in the past. It was very clean, not a speck of dust could be seen on any of the tables. Fine art littered the walls and halls as he looked around giving only a few seconds to each object he saw. Unfortunate that it was used this way when it could be used for so much more than what it was. That thought alone caused his attention to finally pull back to Edward that taunted him at the door with his remark. The word princess made his jaw tighten and a single grind to slide only centimeters to his teeth. Any distaste for the word was quickly dropped and his posture relaxed. The word princess would never apply to him, not in any sense of the word. That was exactly why Edward had said it, to attempt to get under his skin.
The doctor took a rather unstable posture, his head declined and his eyes lifted to catch Edward’s. His eyes seemed almost hallowed through the blue iris it held. A glint of intent suddenly appeared in them as his jaw rolled to the side. “Are you scared to find out?” A dark voice asked him. Even the air around them held a heavy weight as it became clear the position they were now both in. Alone in his apartment together, no one was going to bother them or see them. There was no chance of being caught here, there was only them two. His hands curled slightly as they fanned just barely away from his sides preparing for anything that might happen. The intensity of the moment was slowly rising as they came to a standoff. Dr. Crane slowly edged himself forward; he didn’t want this to be a repeat of last time.
But if there was one thing that was certain on this night of uncertainty, it would be that nothing in this room was going to be left standing.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2012 16:37:52 GMT -5
Teasing Jonathan was as easy as feeding a dog peanut butter. He didn’t think he would ever understand why people were frightened of this man. Even though his emotional walls were thick, they broke easily at any chipping words. He loved that anger and that fight, and over all, Jonathan was just a silly man.
He kept his eyes locked on Jonathan’s as he stood and moved closer to him. His eyes were tempted to run down his body, but he didn’t want to break away from his beautiful blue orbs. The question rolled out of his lips and only caused Edward to roll his eyes and scoff. He dropped his cane on the ground. He no longer needed it for what they were about to do. He walked towards him. “Jonathan, let’s play a game,” he remarked with a malicious smirk on his lips. His hand went up to his face, and he carefully brushed back his brown hair. “Lets see how long you can go without saying the words scare or fear,” he commented, “I admit, I believe it will be impossible for you to last five minutes.” His hand moved down his cheek and then gripped his jaw tightly causing Jonathan’s lips to part, “If you believe it is impossible too, my tie would look beautiful in your mouth.” He chuckled as his eyes finally moved to his lips, imagining the man gagged.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like Jonathan talking. On the contrary, the man spoke so rarely he enjoyed every moment of his voice. However, there was something about having this man under his control that made him so addicted to it. His mind danced over the previous night they had been together. The way Jonathan squirmed and reacted in his touch. He had complete control.
He wanted it again.
He pulled Jonathan’s lips towards him and kissed him roughly. His hand moving to his lower back to yank his hips against his own.
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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
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Aug 17, 2012 20:25:27 GMT -5
Dr. Crane was very aware that Edward saw him differently than other Professionals in their field. Everyone seemed to have a slightly different opinion of him but the generalization was the same. They were either too frightened to talk or deal with him, or were smart enough to know not to. Edward was a separate case entirely on that matter. If he wasn’t Dr. Crane would have never wasted his time with him in the first place. They had a unique relationship that neither of them was able to truly define with words.
Edward’s eyes were probably the most important thing aside from his mind to Dr. Crane. The doctor placed a lot of who a person was on their eye contact and how long or short it would hold. You could learn a lot about a person from their iris alone. Whether they were a father or single, whether they were emotionally disturbed or carefree, whether they had murdered or still possessed innocence, and of course whether they held the potential. He remembered the first day he had actually noticed Edward in the asylum. Dr. Crane was leaning against a wall on the floor. The doctor was alone as usual in the rec room. It was before they had completely restricted or limited his access all together but the kept a close watch on him.
Dr. Crane had been staring into nothingness in the rec room, paying no attention to the less that walked by or the random shouts from the less stable patients. Everyone avoided him and avoided catching his eyes in the first place. But through the white and padding of the rec room he noticed one rouge that’s gaze caught his own. It was a dipped look with his chin tilted slightly to the side. The man known as the Riddler held a cocky smirk as his eyes locked with Dr. Crane’s. Nigma, as he called him at the time had just barely glanced from his puzzle book but their eyes had locked. It became a stare down as he searched him from across the room. The doctor had expected the man’s gaze to falter almost immediately but it didn’t. Instead the challenge was met to all of its entirety, this man had no intention of showing he was afraid of him.
His unfaltering gaze was the first thing that caught Dr. Crane’s attention with Edward. He refused to back down to him, and a part of him sparked for that. The tension was between them from that moment on. It was then he knew that both of them were destined for something much greater than the place that they were in.
His eyes peripherals observed the cane hitting the floor. It seemed Edward had the same idea about what was about to happen to the house. Regardless of the very meaningful gesture Dr. Crane kept his cool and his calm. His muscles remained loose as Edward began to take steps toward him. Above all he never took his eyes off him as they could give him a potential cue to when he would strike if he was going to. It was always a game between both of them, one long game of chess between the both of them where each of them continuously got closer to winning. Dr. Crane stiffened with the unwanted touch to his hair and face. His skin pulled and tightened together, as if he was resisting it with every sense in his body. His game could be done, it was far from impossible, the rules were made quite simple and right there. A sinister smile played upon the doctors lips paired with a nod in agreement to the terms. This would be almost too easy. With his taunt he thought about how to respond but any and all thought was quickly ripped from him as a swift movement came to his jaw.
Edward was kissing him again, this time just below his jaw line and his lips moved in just a way to bob his head as he began to speak. Dr. Crane listened carefully to the fantasy about being gagged with a tie. It wouldn’t be the first time he was gagged with something but never in quite this manner. His lips parted in awe of what was actually happened, away from the eyes of the peering world. His mind began to wander back to the first time he was under him. It was quite a struggle to the ground to begin with, it could have easily went either way, but in the end Edward’s experience in the matter won over.
Dr. Crane noticed Edward’s lips turning upward and eventually colliding with his own parted mouth. He leaned into his kiss and inhaled sharply through his nose as their hips came together. The slow grind that came from it couldn’t be helped as his body told him what he wanted, even though his mind was strongly against it, just as it was the night that it had first happened. Holding the kiss for a moment his hands became busier and went through his own shirt to rip off the rest of it. It was already ruined to begin with after Edward’s finger had torn through it earlier. Turning his lips he broke the kiss and tossed his shirt to the floor exposing his bare chest. “I think you might be too ‘terrified’ of the consequences….” How could he resist? His hands quickly moved up to Edward throat and tie to threaten him with it.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2012 19:49:18 GMT -5
Edward could be considered a suave businessman with riches and the talents to charm any young woman off her feet if his money wasn’t earned through illegal methods. Then again, if you look at the leaders in the corporate industry today, were their methods really legal? Edward never saw a woman he couldn’t obtain. They only provided a riddle, and Edward had always been talented with riddles. To some, it could seem odd that he was not only using these talents on a man, but more particularly the Scarecrow. Random? Odd? Bizarre? Insane? It certainly could be compared to that. After all, Edward had never been attracted to a man before, but he couldn’t deny the amount of tension that was created when he was in a ten-foot radius of him. It wasn’t even that there was a riddle to solve. He just truly enjoyed pestering the man. The man who claimed that he had no emotions, he loved to test that theory.
Edward wouldn’t say that he liked Jonathan in a relationship sort of way. He merely was entertained, and for a man who became easily bored, entertainment was something he highly valued. He didn’t think much of Jonathan when he first met him or saw him. It wasn’t until he saw that slight confusion and irritation in his features when he locked eyes with him. Merely showing you weren’t afraid of him seemed to frustrate the man, and god, it was an easy button to push.
Like a kid, you should never leave them in front of a big red button that tells them not to push. They will only continue to push it. That’s what Edward did at every meeting he had with the man. He made it far too easy, and in the process, he was starting to find Jonathan as actually a very funny man. The night when everything got turned upside down in what they have was merely the outcome of Edward pushing buttons. A comment on his fear or theory, and the next thing he knows clothes are coming off.
He smirked at the comment and shook his head with a soft chuckle. “Creative, and here I thought I was specific,” he spoke, but he didn’t care about the words. His hands ran up and down his chest, as he became focus on his bare skin. The tightening of his tie did not factor in on his logic. He leaned down and kissed his shoulder and then bit it hard.
“I have six hours,” he commented, his fingers dipping into his pants and yanking him closer as he continued to nip at his skin, “If you want to kill me, I suggest doing it at the end of the six hours.” He popped the button of his pants and pulled the zipper down.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
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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 Sept 6, 2012 18:21:19 GMT -5
If there was one constant that was undeniable it was Edward’s ability to charm. He had seen and studied it before, not just with him but in his general practices. It was something he researched heavily into but kept coming up with the same conclusions of how it all had to do with fear. That was what was really happening when two interacted in such a manner, including the way that Edward used his charm. Though it had been used on Dr. Crane very few times, experiencing it was quite different from observing it.
Dr. Crane would never admit to any of Edward’s charms actually working on him. To him Edward was just another man that put on a costume and tried to be something in this world. That is what he would tell people, and from his mouth it would be the truth. He would say that his charms and advances never truly worked on him, but it wasn’t like that at all. The bigger picture was far deeper than anyone could have understood. It was an admission that only they together could understand when one looked into the others eyes and saw the ravenous lion beneath, ready to kill or ravage in a single moment.
Dr. Crane never had any experience with wooing women himself, simply because he never attempted it as an adult. He had one attempt at it that was hardly an attempt at all. After that he just didn’t have the time to go around wasting on other when he could be in school or focusing on his theories. There was so much more than what the world tried to pull in front of his eyes. Force feeding its young the lies and the nice cover for what was really happening around them, and what they were really all moving toward. With all that in mind how could he ever find time to woo a woman? Or even want to for that matter. Leave that to men like Edward, who had time to waste.
Yet here he was with him, standing in an apartment building on the 10th floor in a nice room on the north side. He was alone with him and the intentions between the two had been made perfectly clear why they were both standing here. Edward’s intelligence was ‘attractive’, as loosely as he would use the word simply because of societies claim on it. There was something deeper that drew him toward him; he could ‘tolerate’ him. Though he would never consider a relationship to even be real let alone in one he couldn’t deny he enjoyed his time with him. No matter what they were doing. If there was one thing that he could always count on was the moment that he had allowed Edward to gain his attention things changed rapidly between them. Or had it always been that way between the lions inside? Once his attention was caught Edward became like a leech for more and more and more of it, until he had gorged himself on it.
Dr. Crane stood like heavy stone as Edward’s fingers ran through his tattered clothes. It teased up and down his chest but he made no immediate move to acknowledge it rather than hold that tie against his throat. Tightening it had done nothing but pull Edward further into the terror that it seemed he so desperately wanted to be a part of, and who was he....To deny him the Nightmare? His stone complexion finally changed as a sharp pain shot through his nerves and to his brain. His lips parted and he let his head fall back slightly. The balls of his feet turned inward, as if he could almost lean into him if he wasn’t so determined to keep his posture and hold on his neck. A sharp breath came through his teeth and made a hiss into the air. With his release of his teeth Dr. Crane panted and tried to comprehend what he was saying.
Six hours?...Six hours was a lot of time…A lot of time.
Just as his mind was pooling over the thousands of possibilities that could have been done in six hours his body was yanked forward and he released the grip on his tie. For a long moment he stared at him, taking in the color of his eyes and what lay beneath them truly. It could be seconds before one of them went off….minutes…but it wouldn’t take too long before one of the lions decided to strike. They were both leaders, but both of them knew that no two leaders could ever survive together and it showed in their never ending stare.
And he would take it.
Without warning Dr. Crane reached to the side and grabbed a floor lamp which he proceeded to rip from the wall and slam into Edward’s shoulder. In the same motion he made sure his other hand held him so he wouldn’t have much of a chance to fall over. The lamp busted leaving only the bear support inside the casing showing. Quickly he wrapped the cord around his fingers and brought it around Edward’s throat in a crossing position. He could yank and pull as much as he wanted….and Dr. Crane really wanted it. With the cross of the cord he pulled Edward back to his chest. The doctor never let the moment settled before he husked into his ear from behind. “I’m not a murderer….But I know how to ‘treat’ a patient” With that he yanked back on the cord and stepped backward into the darkness of the bedroom.
What would happen inside after he release the cord – could go either way between the two’s pride.
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