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: I know this is a short one but I'll try to compensate it on its second (and maybe third) part. Hope you enjoy it, though.
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"I'm almost done, sweetheart, I promise" Jonathan says before he gives me an apologetic look.
"I already told you it's fine. I don't mind waiting for you, Johnnie" I give him a reassuring smile and kiss him on the temple before walking around the desk and back to the couch.
Today's our anniversary and we had our whole afternoon planned, but Jonathan got a load of work all of a sudden, so I decided to keep him company at his office while he works.
"I just hope we don't lose our reservation" he sighs heavily. I know he hates it when things do go as planned, given his methodic and quite perfectionist personality.
"Jonathan, we could be having McDonalds for dinner and I'd still be happy just being with you..." I chuckle and there's a moment of silence. "We're not having McDonalds for dinner though, right?" This time Jonathan chuckles.
"No, darling, we're not" I sigh in relief and he shakes his head.
"Good" I say and we're back again with a few minutes of silence.
I fidget slightly with my necklace (which was a gift from Jonathan, by the way) as I try to come up with a way to entertain myself.
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I take out a pocket book of poetry from my purse and lose myself in the verses of Lord Byron.
"So we'll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright." (So we'll go no more a roving)
This is one of Jonathan's favourites. Sometimes when he's had a rough day, late at night, we lay in bed together and I read poetry to him till he falls asleep. It's my favourite way to console him; well, it might be neck-to-neck with sex.
My eyes begin to wander around Jonathan's office; I've been here multiple times and it's always so neat and organized, a clear reflection of his personality.
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