Jonathan Crane a.k.a The Scarecrow, is one of my favourite DC characters of all time; his backstory is so intriguing, and dare I say, I find him quite alluring, so I took upon the chance of writing a bunch of imagines in different scenarios with him...
6:30am reads the clock on the nightstand. My biological clock kicks right in and I'm thankful that I'll be able turn off the alarm before it even has the chance to wake my darling Ravenna. She's tangled up between my arms, sound asleep. I don't expect her to wake up for hours now, not after the way I worn her out last night.
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I carefully get out of bed, making sure to tuck her in properly before I start my daily routine. Another fucking day in this fucked up city.
Stretching. Shaving. Showering. Hair combing. Teeth brushing. Prep the coffee maker. All in perfect order, as usual.
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As I'm putting on one of my suits, I notice something uncommon yet not unpleasant. The white shirt I've grabbed is smothered in her sweet, intoxicating scent. So this is the one she used, huh? I smile to myself as yesterday's memories flood my brain.
I lean on the doorframe of the walk-in closet, fixing up my tie and staring back at the bed where my beautiful Ravenna lies asleep still. All in perfect order, as usual.
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Well... Maybe not all.
I had always been a quite strict and calculating man. I thought I had everything planned and in total control, until she came into my life. I never would've imagined that I, Doctor Jonathan Crane, the frightening Scarecrow, the Master of Fear, would allow myself to develop the infamous feelings for someone as reckless as her.
But perhaps that's what drew me in. How fearless she is. She's like riding on a rollercoaster, like being chased by the Batman, like a beautiful fucking hurricane; she's a full shot of adrenaline and confusingly enough, it scares me how much I'm obsessed with her. My muse, my motive, my passion. It's odd, quite amusing, really. She drives me fucking insane. Turns me into a complete mad man, if I say so myself.
I walk over to the bed, standing over her and analysing every bit of her. From the way her chest softly moves up and down when she breathes, to the faint sound of her heartbeat in the quietness of the dawn.
I'll be damned... She truly is my one and only weakness.
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I place a soft kiss on her forehead, again, cautions as to not wake her up. "Sleep well, my darling... I love you" I whisper while gently tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and caressing her temple.
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I stop for a moment at the bedroom door, to look at her once more, feeling like a hopeless fool. But to quote one of her favourite characters, I think to myself: Look at her – I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.
