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...
"Warden, you better keep your fucking promise" I mutter to myself as I drive by the gates of Arkham Asylum. I've been coming to this place for a bit more than a year now and it still gives me the creeps.
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The radio is playing Alleyways by The Neighbourhood, and the digital clock on it marks 11:59 p.m.
I park near a back entrance, following Warden Reed's instructions, and turn off the engine, killing the music. I look at the passenger's seat where the briefcase lays ready for me to take it; I sigh.
"He better keeps his fucking promise" I put on my leather jacket to guard me from November's chilly night air, grab the briefcase and get out of the car.
I walk towards the back door while making sure no one's paying attention to me and knock two times, then pause, one time, pause again, and finally two more times. I'm greeted by one of the guards who helps Warden with his dirty deeds.
"Straussman?" He asks.
"Yes" he looks behind me to make sure no one's around and nods.
"Follow me."
He closes the door behind us and walks me down a few empty halls, illuminated by fluorescent lights, until we finally reach Warden Reed's office. The guard knocks twice and opens the door.
"Sir? The girl is here."
"Yes, thank you" I recognise Warden's monotone and bored-like voice immediately.
The guard lets me into the office, closing the door behind. I walk over to Warden's desk and place the briefcase on top of some papers.
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"Is that it?" He gives the brown leather briefcase an intriguing look.
"Yes, ten thousand, just like you asked" I start tapping my foot on the floor; I don't wanna waste any more time.
