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...
A/N: She's alive! She's aliiive! And she asks for forgiveness for such a tardy update! When I tell you last year was one of the worsts yet bests years so far. I lost a job and then got some new ones right away, and now I'm sort of in the process of finally moving out. After that well deserved break, I expect myself to post a bit more regularly... But then again, we can never be too sure. Just to make up for it, please enjoy these two new parts (with this one being the longest part I've ever written, I think) that conclude the 'Teasing' chapter.
Warning: Strong language and quite the extensive and explicit sexual content.
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Jonathan walks around the car to open the door for me like a perfect gentleman, then hands the keys to the valet parking man; he mutters something to him and hands him some money before joining me and offering his arm for me to hold onto.
"Shall we go, Miss Straussman?"
"By all means, Mr. Crane" I nod and we proceed to enter to The Iceberg Lounge.
The place is dimly lit but has some purple neon signs and lights that make it easier to see. There are cushioned booths, a bar area with lots of colourful bottles on the shelves, chandeliers and umbrellas are hanging from the ceiling, there's a big window where you can catch a breathtaking view of Gotham City, and of course, the main attraction, right in the middle of the room there's a huge ice chunk that gives off a natural iceberg look. It is said it was a gift from Mr. Victor Fries, or how most people know him, Mr. Freeze, that's why it never melts.
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We approach a hostess and Jonathan tells her his name, then she immediately guides us to a reserved booth. As we pass groups of fancy and eccentric people, I manage to catch a glimpse of none other than Oswald Cobblepot himself. He's standing next to one of his henchmen, Butch Gilzean, while holding a drink and inspecting everything around him. We lock eyes for a moment but I break the link and continue.
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"Here you go" the hostess points towards the booth and we take our seats. "Can I get you something to drink? Maybe an appetizer?"
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