In the Bleak Midwinter (Various Cillian Murphy Characters One Shots)

Not My Problem (Jonathan Crane x Doctor! Reader)

I did not know how to end this so you get this weird perfect ending! This chapter was inspired by the events of when Rachel zaps Crane. It's a hard scene to watch as a Jonathan Crane fangirl.

Warnings: Cheesy....I think

The horse at my door was breathing fire, exhaling puffs of smoke, making me cough from it. I didn't even know how it got up the stairs of the apartment, let alone how it was breathing fire. Something happened in the city that caused the water mains and piping to burst. I blamed my landlord for not keeping up to date with anything. I paid him a lot for that. Now smoke that induced nightmares filled my house, I could probably sue him.

What really had my attention was the masked man convulsing on the floor. I guess the horse brought him up to me. I didn't notice him prior to that, I was busy hallucinating the horse and its flames. The man lying on the ground looked like a dying scarecrow. There was a crackling and a soft smell of fabric being burnt. It smelled like human skin too. I realized something was being zapped like a bug to a light.

It wasn't my problem and I didn't want to deal with it. I knew who it was, I worked for him in Arkham in his medical ward. I rushed over and tore off the electrical wires from whatever tape gun tased Jonathan Crane. It zapped me too, causing me to yelp, and I quickly tossed it to the side, ripping Crane's mask off his face. He was gasping for air. I delicately turned his face to look at me. His face wasn't scared. His skin was steaming, not a great sign.

"What the heck happened out there," I snapped rudely, pulling him by the arm. Jonathan groaned. Now that he was on his feet, I could see his attire, a worn and torn straightjacket that acted like a coat and his work blazer he always wore. His leather boots were scuffed, a rare sight for me. "Actually, what happened to you?" I asked.

"Just help me," he coughed out. I sighed, rolling my eyes. He managed to utter those words weakly in a hoarse voice that I could barely understand what he was saying. I dragged Jonathan inside of my apartment. He groaned, his head falling limp.

"Can you walk?" I asked. The trip to the couch wasn't that long but dragging Jonathan just made it harder.

"(Name), I've been electrified, what do you think?" he retorted. I scoffed. Boy, he was rude.

"So you had enough strength to tell me that but you don't have enough to walk? Tsk, disappointing," I teased. "C'mon, let's get you fixed up, you big baby." I grunted, carrying Crane all the way to the couch where I put him down. He was heavy. I almost started sweating. As I laid him down on the couch, Jonathan groaned, squeezing his eyes shut in pain. His breathing was heavy. I had to be gentle. "Are you okay?" I whispered. I delicately touched where his wounds were. He flinched.

"Ow, be gentle!" Jonathan exclaimed. His eyes showed actual concern. I hadn't seen that before. All I saw were cold blue eyes that loved it when someone was in pain.

"I'll try to be," I muttered. I stuffed pillows behind his head to prop him up. I was a professional medical doctor, I knew what I was doing. We'd have to run water under his burns and there was no way I was keeping him under the sink. "I'll be back," I said. I grabbed a pot. Right, no water. I sighed, grabbing a flower vase and taking the dead plant out. I poured the little water I had against his face. Jonathan winced.

"I asked you to be gentle!" he replied angrily. I huffed.

"Do you want to look handsome or have scars for the rest of your life, huh?" I spat. I frowned. "Not saying you'd be horrible to look at with scars, you'd still be handsome, but they might bother you for the rest of your life. So let me work my magic, Jonathan." I watched his cheeks become a rosy shade of pink as he went silent. I'd have to run his burns under water for twenty minutes but with the pipes broken, the flower water would have to do.

Luckily, I had gauze bandages used for treating wounds somewhere in the house. Some were even sterile. "Stay here, okay," I replied, getting up. Jonathan grabbed my hand. I stopped. "What do you need now?"

"It's not that bad, I can handle myself for now," he replied. "I don't have major burns."

"But you have minor wounds, that still counts for something."

"I said I can handle it!" Crane tried sitting up. He winced, flinching as he fell back down onto the pillows. I huffed.

"I'll be back."

I did come back as promised. I had the bandages and wrapped up Jonathan's face, making it snug to cover up his burns. He never flinched once while I did. He stayed calm, but I knew he was wanting to flinch and wince. I chuckled. "Do you want a lollipop for being such a calm patient," I softly asked.

"No, I'm not a child, (Name)," he replied. He looked down, his gaze softening. "But I could use something sweet. Tonight has been.....strange." I chuckled.

"Yeah, first the pipes burst, I started seeing stuff, a horse that breathed fire approached me, and I helped you," I replied, putting the supplies away. I sat down on the couch. Jonathan sat up straight.

"I might have been the root of that problem."

"I figured, you're always doing suspicious things in the basement at Arkham. I just didn't think you'd be getting zapped and nearly getting fried." Jonathan's cheeks blushed. I noticed this. He was going off and on with turning red.

"Are you sick as well?" I asked. I pressed the back of my hand against Jonathan's cheeks. They started to heat up more. I pulled back. I scoffed, realizing he wasn't sick. Those wide blue eyes were telling another story. "Don't you dare tell me you feel something towards me or else I'm throwing you back out into the streets while everyone runs around screaming," I threatened.

"Then I won't say anything. Are you always this violent outside of work?" He chuckled, the corners of his lips curling into a cocky smile.

"No."

"Then only towards me, I assume?"

"Maybe."

"Only towards you," I teased. "Now rest up, you can stay on the couch tonight. It's really not my problem on how you got tased and I shouldn't be so nice, but I am and don't abuse it. Or I will call the cops and tell them you're here." Crane frowned, pleading with big eyes.

"Please, (Name), don't let them find me," he begged sarcastically. "I don't know what I'd do without you if they took me." I smiled, leaning in.

"I wouldn't let them take you, unless you deserve it." Jonathan pouted and he took my hands. He curled his lower lip. He looked kinda cute like that. I blushed.

"Would you let them take me?" he asked.

"No, I wouldn't." Jonathan sat up and wrapped his arms around me. I let him. I would've fought it, but I let him, and I leaned against him. His hand brushed back my hair. He leaned in close to my ear and I could feel his warm breath tickle my skin.

"Would you like to see my mask?" he whispered.