Imagines For Me & You

Fighter: Dr Jonathan Crane - DC (Non-specific)

A/N: I'm probably not going to be updating next week (probably not the week after that either). So, enjoy and expect nothing more from me for a bit.
CW: Bruises, mentions of abuse, self-deprecation.

Y/N groaned, rubbing their neck. Every part of them was sore, making them absolutely miserable. They walked into school, glaring at everyone around them. They leaned against a locker next to their friend. Jonathan continued pulling out his books, tucking one under his arm.

"Sherry, again?" They asked.

He slammed his locker closed.

"Yep. Thought so," they said. "You gotta let her stop getting to you. She ain't worth it."

Jonathan sighed, staring at the ground. "I know. I know. But, she's so, so beautiful! I swear, it's almost like she purposefully flirts with me just to mess with me."

"She's a girl, Jonathan, duh. You can't let some bitch, with a boyfriend, mind you, run your life. You're better than that and one day you'll be like a doctor or something and leave all this boring country shit behind." They kicked off from the lockers and wrapped an arm around him, guiding him along. "You'll be fuckin' fantastic and get tons of girls or whatever you like later on," they said. They stopped, turning towards him. "Right now, you focus on your academics and show everyone here how awesome you are."

Jonathan chuckled and smiled. "Yeah, you're right."

"Ain't I always!" they said, cheerily.

Jonathan suddenly stopped them, pulling them in back. "Wait. What happened to your face?"

A large bruise covered the left side of their face, their bottom lip was split and scabbing, their right eye was blackened and the actual eye was bloodshot, their nose looked like it had been bleeding. But their face wasn't nearly as bad as their body, littered in bruises, scarps, and cut and stab marks.

"Don't worry about it. Just got into another fight," they said. Y/N shrugged it off like they had slipped and fell and broke their nose or something equally stupid.

Jonathan glared at them. "What happened?"

"Bo and a few of his friends," they began to explain. "They were starting to bad mouth you again. Couldn't let 'em do that, so I taught 'em a lesson. They learned it. For now."

He sighed, a sense of disappointment. "You can't keep doing that. You're going to get yourself killed. Aren't you always telling me that they don't matter?"

"They don't. Not to you. But, I'm allowed to be the stupid one who gets hurt. I ain't smart enough to be anything more than a grunt anyway."

"Bullshit!"

Y/N recoiled in surprise.

It was rare for Jonathan to swear, his great grandmother had made sure of that. At the moment, he didn't particularly care about her teachings or what she would do if she found out.

He pulled them into an empty hallway and exploded.

"You're smart, straight A's and a stellar record. If you didn't get into so many fights, you'd probably be a teacher's pet!" He shouted. "And these stupid fights are going to get you killed one of these days! Do you know how that'll make me feel? Like shit! You get into most of these fights because of me and I hate seeing you hurt!"

Y/N took a breath, trying to stay calm. "What am I supposed to do? Let them bad-mouth you? Let them hurt you? No, Jonny. I can't. Not now, not ever. You're better than I am and don't deserve their hate. I'll fight until I'm dead to prove that. And if you hate seeing me hurt, then stop looking."

"You're my best friend, Y/N. You keep me sane and make life better... " He practically whispered it, rubbing his arm. "I don't want to lose you."

Y/N sighed, chuckling. "You won't, Jon. I'm a better fighter than you give me credit for."

Jonathan gave a small smile.

"I'm going to hug you now," Y/N said, wrapping their arms around Jon with a giant smile and hugging him tightly.

"Oh," Jonathan said, shocked by the sudden contact, his arms going into the air. "Okay. I guess this is something that is happening." He slowly lowered his arms and hugged back, rather awkwardly.

They used all their strength to pick him up and twirl him around because they're extra like that. Jonathan squeaked in surprise. Y/N set him down, smiling like a kid. Jonathan shook his head and smiled himself, chuckling at the childishness of his fighter of a friend.

"Have you eaten today?"

"Oh, no. We are not doing this again."

"Jonny, you need to eat!"

"No!"