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 21, 2011 21:26:41 GMT -5
Edward Nigma claimed everyone knew their first time. He might as well have just painted a giant question mark on his chest and forehead. He then looked over at Natalie. She paid no attention to his comments, which was completely unlikely. She was very uncomfortable, and had to sense that something was wrong. None the less she was in trouble if Nigma tried something. On a flip side to that, Cranes efforts may have backfired on him. Either he was positive now of Cranes identity, or was even more lost. He knew not to underestimate the genius minds of some madmen.
As he was about to find a reason for himself and Natalie to leave, and from there make his plot on Edward. By dragging Natalie out of her class, he had declared war on Crane. He could have easily turned it into a hostage situation, and got whatever he wanted from Crane.
Right when he was about to stand, a young man claiming to be his student approached him. He got a weird vibe from him. Even before he spoke, just making eye contact with him told him that there was more to this young man than meets the eye. He got a similar feeling from Dick Grayson, and Barbara Gordon. The young man amended him on a great lecture. Crane had never seen the boy before, and Crane was a man who paid attention to his students and tried to learn their names. He also smelled of chocolate.
"I appreciate your compliment, and trust you'll be in my classroom in the next hour for my other lecture correct? I have photographic memory, and hope to see you there. As for you Dr. Nashton, Natalie and I must be leaving, we have business to attend to."
He held Natalie's arm, and awaited her to stand. He began to escort her out, walking past the young student telling him of his enlightening words. Before he opened the door, he shouted to Dr. Nashton
"By the way... That suit would look MUCH better in green...."
This was Cranes way of telling him he knew who he was. He opened the door for Natalie and himself, and darted out with her.
"I dont suppose you figured out who that was... Did you...?"
He said to her in a slightly irritated voice, still walking with her quickly.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2011 23:37:31 GMT -5
Edward wasn’t a cruel man, society argued differently, but Edward had great respect for people who had some sign of mental intelligence (intelligence below himself of course, but intelligence none the less). They were rare, as rare as blue diamonds, but he had come across a few. Strangely, most of these few tended to be involved in the same late night activities frowned upon by the general public. For that reason, he rarely had problems with other rogues. Not entirely true, there were a few incidences, it happened when you manipulated people. He also never trusted any of them as far as he could throw them, but overall he could have interesting discussions over a few drinks at the Ice Berg Lounge or more often, discussions when bounded to a chair at Arkham during group sessions.
He had thought Jonathan Crane could join that group he called….frie…acquaintances. A man obsessed with fears and the way the mind works would provide a very interesting conversation that could limit Edward boredom for….a few minutes at least, yet Crane appeared to disagree with this sentiment. Edward had hoped in hinting that he knew Crane’s identity and realized Crane knew his, Crane would be opened to a bargain of sorts. He was wrong.
Edward was never wrong.
He cringed at the very idea. It insulted him to his core, and he had to change the fact immediately. Now admittedly, he had first thought the reason for Crane’s strange actions were based on his own ability not to trust Edward. It was an intelligent decision. Edward was a known criminal and it would only be logical to assume the worst of him. Crane also appeared to be overly protective of the girl. It appeared his first clues of their relation were true, not just Natalie’s obsession with her Professor, but Crane’s infatuation with his student. He inwardly scoffed. For a supposedly smart man he was allowing a huge weakness and was visibly showing that weakness to everyone. Edward would never allow such a weakness to affect himself…he stopped the thought.
Not the time to be distracted, Nigma.
Again though, Edward felt almost proud that the man that claimed to be in control of fear was running away from him like a bunny from a shotgun…even when Edward provided no significant threat. Yes, he had felt proud…slightly annoyed that he would have to contact him again to convince him to release some of the information on his toxins. He needed the hallucinogen to force Catwoman to reveal Batman’s identity. It was part of his overall plan. It was of course, the part of the plan he believed to be the simplest that would become the most difficult.
He had wanted to call out to the man, but he was already at the door before he could get a word in. If he had the ability of his leg, he would have ran after him.
No, no he wouldn’t have. He doesn’t chase after others. They come to him.
Then the last comment left his mouth.
That suit would look MUCH better in green.
Edward’s jaw tightened as his hand turned into a fist. The man had the gull to taunt him, and his identity in such a way (in a public place none the less). Insulting. This newbie actually believed he had the right to speak to him like that. The comment destroyed his previous notion of fright. He realized the man was not running away, but rather retreating to prepare for a challenge. He was going challenge the Riddler. Ha. Intelligences outweigh fear in all aspects of life. Fear can be conquered. Intelligence was something either a person had or did not. It could never be achieved. If the Scarecrow thought Edward was frightened, he was far from it.
He was angry. Even the Riddler wasn’t stupid enough to take on the Joker when he first started his riddles!
“Ich werde nicht von einem Mann für erschrecken Krähen bekannt abgebaut,” he mumbled out in German.
When Crane left out the door, he finally allowed himself to focus on the unusual student who had interrupted their conversation. He had been suspicious of him before, and his strange time to intervene in their conversation made him question the boy more. He studied him, and he appeared average…too average. Except
For his eyes. They seemed older then a young twenty something. They also had wisdom and focus to detail but also not fully there. He was once again reminded of Nina. He remembered the way her eyes glossed over when she wasn’t focusing on the bare surface, but rather what was beneath. Yes, it was a similar look. Another meta-human…possibly. Why would a meta-human choose that moment to interrupt them? Was he really a student of Crane’s? It seemed strange that Crane didn’t greet the boy by name. However, that could just be because he didn’t care for anyone else besides Natalie. He smirked, “You’re professor is interesting to say the least,” he commented as he grabbed his cane to stand. He didn’t trust the boy, but he wouldn’t be rude either. However, he had to determine a riddle for the Scarecrow. It was the only option for a person who was challenging him, and while the Scarecrow was trapped in his riddle he would get his toxin. He needed to plan again and didn't have time for a strange kid. He looked into the boys eyes one more time when he stood up. That look….it seemed familiar and the professional straight posture stance almost to straight for a normal human….it all seemed very familiar.
“Do I know you?” he asked the puzzle aloud. He could never leave before a puzzle was solved.
(Translate: I will not be degraded by a man known for scaring crows.)
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Post by nmartin on Mar 22, 2011 1:58:18 GMT -5
The first thing that caught Natalie's attention was the other 'student' that wandered up to Crane and offered his opinion of a particular lecture. The girl's eyes narrowed considerably at him, and she gave him a half irritated sort of look. "Dr. Crane is busy at the moment, if you don't mind." She said quietly, but very matter-of-factly. As if he should be ashamed of even thinking about bothering him at the moment. Really! Couldn't he see that he was in the middle of a conversation? It bugged her more than it probably should.
Dr. Crane taking her arm caught her mildly by surprise, and she gathered up her things with her free hand, standing up just a few seconds afterward. She hurried along as quickly as she could, but he had been walking a bit too quick at first, resulting in a little stumble on her part. Nothing too ungraceful, just enough for her to grumble something to herself and head out the door with her arms close to her side, holding the coffee that was already nearly up a little bit so that none of the contents would accidentally spill out.
His comment about Nashton's suit looking better in green only confirmed what half-hearted suspicions she had about the man actually being the Riddler that'd only formed within the past few minutes, and she waited for him to walk out of the cafe before she frowned, and reached into her bag to get her keys.
"Not at first, I didn't." She said, her tone quiet like usual. In fact, it probably seemed like she was incapable to speak very loudly at all, ever. "He said he wanted to ask me a few questions so you could be considered for an award, and he looked professional enough.."
Thinking more on it, the whole situation seemed like a dumb mistake on her part, and it was pretty frustrating. Natalie felt like she should apologize for putting his research at risk; even though she knew not to give too much away, but there was still the fact that he had dropped hints about his own 'secret' alter-ego too, which made conversation a bit more awkward than she cared for.
Following her own pattern, Natalie kept quiet again.
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Post by 2741953 on Mar 22, 2011 11:52:30 GMT -5
The Martian Manhunter had no expectation for the reactions of the three parties to his interference; to do so would have been an error, biasing his judgment of what did happen. In place of such speculations, he had only a sense of readiness, a preparation for whatever might happen. He needn't have worried. The only reactions were looks of suspicion, chastisement regarding manners, and a rapid exodus of Crane and the girl from the scene.
The last two were normal, ordinary, or at least innocent. The first far more interesting. The reactions of must people to interruptions was shock, or perhaps distaste, but suspicion came with one of two precipitating factors. The first was authority. The second guilt. Crane might have either; but there was no reason the other man should have the first. The girl seemed merely neutral, which was a point in her favor. Whatever occurrences were happening behind the scenes here, it seemed unlikely she was a part of it. But the other two... telepathy was not necessary to know they regarded each other with distrust at the very least.
Interesting.
As Crane departed, his final comment about a suit looking better in green momentarily caught the martian off guard, the verdant hue of his native form strong in his mind. But it was stronger still in the mind of the other man; anger rose up in him like a flooding river, potent, powerful. A German phrase flew from his mouth, one the Martian understood immediately.
Scarecrow. It was a fitting name for a man who dealt in fear. It meant two things. First, he had found his target; second, this other man was far from an ordinary scientist, or the thought would not have entered his mind. Which made the inherent connection of suspicion to guilt all the more interesting.
Which meant he had two of the men who fed off Gotham's suffering before him. Two who were dragging the city down for their own benefit. Or at least what earthly law would have called reasonable cause. But as of yet he had no proof, nothing that would stand up in court- and without that, making a move would have been worse than detrimental; it might have decimated any chance of bringing either of these men to answer for their crimes. No, for now he had only targets, people to follow and to watch, and when the time was right, he would end their careers of injustice.
He watched Crane leave out of the corner of his eye, ears catching the professor's last words. So Crane knew the identity of this man. Something to take into consideration. Crane might make the first move. His first instinct was to follow, perhaps invisibly, but the other man now rose and studied J'onn, asking if they knew each other.
J'onn smiled coyly, mouth forming words in the language the man had used only moments before. “Falls vorhanden Wege fortfahren, können Sie mich besser kennen.”
Two could play at this game. It was a warning, a solemn vow that the Martian Manhunter would not rest until whatever evil these men hoped to accomplish was dead and buried.
[In English: “If present paths continue, you may get to know me better.”]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2011 20:48:23 GMT -5
(OOC: I decided to post since we're all separated anyways lol)
While the boy’s natural tongue of German caught him off guard, it was more the statement that caused realization to hit. He frowned immediately. The boy wasn’t a member of the GCPD. The boy knew his identity, and he was too intelligent and calm in speech to be boy blunder, which left one possibility…
Justice League.
He wanted to spend time thinking about how it was even remotely possible for two criminals and a member of the Justice League to be in the same café at the exact same moment, but he currently didn’t have that time. He had to figure out which member it was. He couldn’t even analysis why a Justice League member would be getting into the Bat family territory. Was Batman not handling up to par standards? No, no time. He mentally went over every member of the Justice League similar to how a computer streams through data. He had been collecting news articles, listening to criminal rumors, gathering intel on each member to be prepared if such a situation would ever occur. He had unfortunately had contact with members like Green Arrow and Arsenal before, and he knew the way to handle anyone of these meta beings was to know their weaknesses. The boy was obviously a member, but who? The boy was too young to be an actual member meaning…this wasn’t his real body. Who out of the Justice League could change their form?
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Damn it.
His frowned deepened even more. Martian Manhunter? He was beginning to believe fate was against him. What made the entire thought process worse was his last thought.
Martian Manhunter can read minds.
His grip tightened on his cane. He had one thing to benefit from. It appeared that Martian Manhunter wasn’t making a move to take him in. He was obviously not the prime target, which meant Crane was. Still, it didn’t necessarily mean he was in the clear. He couldn’t just walk out of here. He would probably follow him, and it wasn’t a risk he was willing to take. (In something to note that this entire thought process took a matter of seconds). And of course it was that moment his phone vibrated with a message. He reached into his pocket quickly and pulled out his blackberry. He clicked on the center button revealing the text.
Scarface just seen entering her apartment, Boss.
Most would call having Robby following Nina coming close to stocking, but Edward considered adequate protection.
“Selbst Götter fiel von Olympus für die Verführerin der Frauen,” he growled, annoyed with himself for the negative emotion flooded him. He never believed in fate or a religious god, that would require believing someone held a higher position then himself, but once again, he swore fate was out to get him.
He had to get out of here, but he couldn’t create a plan without this Martian knowing it. He finally turned his eyes back at the ‘man.’ What a riddle he was in…what a challenging difficult riddle? How do you escape from a man who knows your every thought?
You cloud your thoughts.
He smirked. This could be fun. “Something has come up. I can't say I find it inconvenient because I never enjoyed the false proclamation of justice getting into my business, especially without a riddle,” he stated with a nod and false smile, and it would be the last coherent thought he had in the coffee shop.
Coffee. Hot Coffee. Girl. Dress. Hair. Coffee. Hand. Nina. Scarface. Coffee. Door. Exit. Enemy. Goal. Coffee. Get Out. Green. Very nice green. Coffee. More Green. Plant. Cigarettes. Cigarettes! Green. Nina. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Are you picking you’re nose, this a public place! More stupid. Coffee. Scarface. Dead. Very dead. Smell of brownies. Cigarettes. Yes, cigarettes. Green. Bad outfit. It is hard for you to get dress in the morning? You’re going to lose.
He walked away from the Martian causally as he headed towards the exit. Napkins. Questions. Riddles. Everything is filled with Riddles. Car. I need my car. Coffee. Window. Keep jumping thoughts. Don’t focus on one thing. Jump. Thoughts have to jump. Who created the coffee holder? How much money do they get? Napkins. Hair. Napkins and Hair. As he walked passed one of the girls at the table closest to the door he smiled politely at her. “Do you have a light?” he asked bending down just slightly.
Keep thoughts jumping. Nina. Nina, why didn’t you listen? Coffee. Girl chews her nails…gross. Obviously stressed. Napkins. Table. Chair. Hair. Door. Riddle. The girl looks surprise, possibly because he’s older and smoking is less common in his age group. “Sure,” she answers with a small smile. She must find him attractive. I am attractive. Very attractive. Her hand reached into her purse. Chewed nails. Stress. Coffee. Exit. “Here you go,” she said stupidly handing him the lighter in his outreached hand that had his cane. She should know he doesn't smoke. Stupid. Stupid people.
Napkins. Cigarettes. Weaknesses. Coffee. Never challenge me. He reached down in a hurry and grabbed a large clump of napkins. Then with a quick flick of the finger lit the bundle of napkins on fire. The paper lit fast, and right before he tossed it onto the girl’s hair he turned to the boy he knew was Martian Manhunter and said, “Riddle me this, what create and destroys life all with a spark?” The girl’s hair caught flame quickly even with her throwing her panic limbs trying to protect her. It was followed by screams and frozen shocked faces.
The Riddler smirked. The Justice League member wouldn’t be able to follow him if he was helping the girl…better yet it was fire. He remembered from his data that fire was a sort of weakness to the Martian being. The Martian wouldn’t be able to physically help her, but he couldn’t leave the girl in flames either. He couldn’t allow the fire to reach her skin and kill her. No hero would allow that.
“Good day to you all,” he said dropping the lighter onto the table and heading towards the door. Now to deal with Scarface, who had foolishly decided to mess with what was his and put him in this horrible mood. Bad day. Very bad day.
(Translate: Even gods feel from Olympus for the temptress of women)
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
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~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Mar 23, 2011 23:04:00 GMT -5
Professor Crane held Natalie by the wrist as they stormed out of the cafe. He wanted to yell at her, but he knew deep down he couldn't hold her responsible. The Riddler was a convincing man, and had Crane not read an article about him literally 1 minute before seeing him, then he wouldn't have known it was him either. The odds were way too slim for everything to have happened the way it did. From behind him, he could hear screams coming from the cafe.
"It was the Riddler..."
Of course by this point Natalie had already realized this. She was now in danger. He could've took her anywhere and used her against him. His research was in danger as well. All sorts of measures would have to be taken to keep everything to himself, and to keep Natalie out of trouble.
"We need to go back to my lab.. I've made a huge breakthrough.."
While he was walking he remembered that he took the bus. He was pretty sure Natalie had a car.
"Eh.. You did come in your car didn't you?"
He asked to her raising an eye brow
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Post by nmartin on Mar 23, 2011 23:36:26 GMT -5
Yelling at Natalie would do Professor Crane no good, so it was probably for the best that he'd decided to follow his better judgement and just leave it at a few short words about who the man was. Keeping her eyes on the pavement, she nodded slowly and muttered an apology under her breath that he probably couldn't hear anyway, all the while not fighting against his grip on her wrist. It wasn't like he was hurting her, but even if he was, she did put his research in danger. In a way she almost felt like she deserved it.
"I knew I recognized the name 'Nashton' somewhere before, but I couldn't think of it right away. And he mentioned an award, I'm sorry." Tossing the rest of the practically empty cup of coffee into a garbage can, she glanced up at Dr. Crane at the mention of a breakthrough, and finally grinned again.
"You did?" She asked, but then the other clues of his own costumed identity revealed themselves again, and she hesitated, but spoke up. "Something to create a reaction?" She asked quietly and vaguely, just in case someone walking by happened to pick up on their conversation and know what they were talking about. Paranoia on her part, but after being so careless, she felt she should be too careful.
With her keys in her hand, she nodded at his other question, and gave a tug of her wrist to signal that her car was in a different direction. Parked on the street and with only a few minutes remaining. Using the remote on her keychain, she unlocked the doors from a distance. Back to Dr. Crane's lab it was.
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