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cillianhead · 7 months

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Hey hey, I just found your blog and I really like your writing - especially Sitting Pretty since I'm a sucker for those Crane fics. :3

Would you maybe be up for some kind of comfort/fluff fic with Crane?

I am always up for some comfort/fluff when it comes to Dr Jonathan Crane. He's so babygirl <3

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.... thank you so much for your request!

Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby || Jonathan Crane x Reader

warnings: none really, some brief mentions of violence, crying, angsty but also fluffy and comforting at the end, not really anything that bad to be honest, sort of non-canonical to anything that actually happened in the films.

It had been around a week since you had seen your boyfriend of three years. This was the longest you had gone without seeing Jonathan, without even hearing a peep from him. You even went to his work, he hadn't been there either. You knew what sort of dangerous work he did outside of Arkham and also within it, you knew the dangers and the risks he faced every time he left your apartment. You were still hopelessly devoted to him, despite the bad things that he has done and continues to do. You knew he would never hurt you. Him being gone felt like someone had ripped your heart out... like your soul was slowly being eaten away. Where was he? Was he even still alive? No. You mustn't think like that.

It was only a week, maybe he just needed some time away. Though he would've at least taken time off work, surely? His work told you he hadn't called in sick but he was supposed to be there. But he wasn't.

You hadn't cried. You found yourself growing more and more numb to the absence of Jonathan. It was like your body trying to reject a foreign object, trying to spit him out of your heart. It was painful and agonizingly slow, you knew you could never get over him, especially if you never got to say goodbye. His things lying around your apartment were a painful reminder of the fact he was gone. And he probably was never coming back.

You hadn't slept, at least not very well, in four days. You'd barely been eating either, maybe a stale cracker or two every now and then but you couldn't bring yourself to eat any proper meals. The best you could do was stare at the tiled wall as you stood in the scalding hot shower, trying to burn away the grief.

With the growing hunger and the fact you barely slept, paranoia was also sprouting within you, like some sort of sickly weed. You were worried that if Jonathan had been captured, whatever got him, was coming for you next. Every tiny little noise, every rumble, or car horn outside sent you running to the comfort of your shared bed. The one that smelt like him. You really couldn't sleep. Every shadow looked like some sort of evil horned figure ready to devour you whole, your eyes wide and frozen, helplessly full of fear. You thought about how Jonathan would assess this situation, how nerdy he got when you were afraid, in its own way you found it comforting the way he explained the body's reaction to fear and the way he explained the mind's power over the body.

The sleep you did get would be full of nightmares or vividly heartbreaking dreams. There was one you couldn't get over, a dream so sweet, more like a memory than anything else. Jonathan coming home from work, taking off his clothes and crawling into bed with you. His hands caressed your back softly, arms cradling you like you could shatter at any moment if he held you too tight. It felt so painfully real, that even when you began to wake up you could still feel him there. Still feeling his arms around you.

"Jonathan..." You whispered a sigh of relief, his arms pulled away from you as your heart raced with joy. Sitting up and looking around to find yourself just as alone as you had been for the past week. That's when you began to cry. "Jonathan..." You sobbed into your hands, you couldn't fall asleep after that. It was four in the morning, and the room was pretty much pitch black as you cried to yourself like a baby needing its mother.

Even more time passed. You were hysterical, you didn't pick up your phone when your friends called, you didn't leave the house, you didn't eat, and you most definitely didn't sleep. You were in bad shape, to say the least. It was that time of the year when the rain began to pour, your glass walls showed the bruised sky and the lightning it unleashed upon Gotham. You didn't work, Jonathan insisted on you staying at home, for him to provide for you. You were pretty happy staying at home and doing as you pleased. But now... it felt so different, there was no one to come home to you. You were pretty certain that the love of your life had died and you were going to spend the rest of your time alone. You knew you could never love again.

As if the sky knew how you felt, it only rained harder, it rained for days and it never stopped. You sat on the couch with a blanket draped over you as you lifelessly stared out at the dark sky. It was the middle of the night, and you thought about sweet nothings you and Jonathan shared. You thought about how lucky you were to see that side of him, so lucky you weren't on the other end, seeing the scarecrow, full of fear toxin. You thought about Jonathan humming while he made you pancakes, thought about the way he wrote you love letters almost every morning before he left for work, thought about the way you both were ready to get married soon. You remembered him holding your stomach while you brushed your teeth before bed and saying in that beautiful voice of his; "One day, you and I, are gonna have a bunch of beautiful babies and we'll live far far away from here. Everything will be perfect."

You sobbed and nothing brought you out of it. The pain in your chest was unbearable, no stupid fucking sad song or badly written poem could ever express it. There was no comprehensible word in any language that could truly explain away the agony you were in. You were no longer paranoid that something was going to come and hurt you, in fact, if there was someone or something out there coming to get you, you'd happily let it come in and put you out of your goddamn misery.

It was two soft raps on your bedroom window from the fire escape that caught your attention. You froze and stopped your crying, listening for it again, wondering if maybe you were just hearing things.

It's when you hear them again that you manage to stand up on shaky legs and wander into your bedroom that you see a shadow, leaning its weight against the window tiredly. It was him. With all the energy you could muster up, you ran to the window and slid it open before grabbing ahold of him and pulling him into your bedroom. You felt like you were going to have a heart attack.

"Y/N," Jonathan whispered. You didn't say a word, just turned on the lamp to light up the room. If this was a dream, you were going to try and enjoy every second of it. If this was the only way you could see your Jonny then you would take in every moment. "I... I missed you." And when you turned around, ready to scold him, ready to scream your lungs out at him for being gone, your heart broke all over again. His clothes were torn and covered in dried-up blood. Jonathan's neck was covered in bruises in the shape of handprints and his eyes were tired and void of any life. "Jonathan..." You whimpered, approaching him, he winced a bit as you placed your hands softly on his face. "Where have you been? What happened to you?" You were going to be angry at him before but now you understood... it wasn't his fault. He was soaking wet and you could see he had been crying too.

"I... I can't... really remember... I was drugged..." He mumbled, Jonathan's fingers curled around your waist and pulled you into a bone-crunching hug. He breathed you in, embracing you again was the only medicine he needed. Holding you was the only thing that could tell him was truly okay. "The Batman got me... I don't know how I managed to escape... just ended up here... I've been walking for days."

"Jonny..." You were crying as you sat him gently down on the bed. "I thought you..." You whispered. The strength was not in you to say it. "I thought you were..."

"Dead?" Jonathan croaked out, his voice was hoarse in a way that told you he had spent days on end screaming, from the torture he had been put through. "Yeah, me too." He said dryly.

You helped him undress. The clothes were pretty much useless so you tossed them on the floor in a pile to throw away later. "Let me clean you up..."

"No." He said. "Not right now..." Jonathan shook his head as he grabbed you and pulled you into his chest as you laid down in the bed with him again. "I just need to feel you..." His voice broke and in the process, your heart broke too. You could hear how defeated he was. "Need to feel you there." You understood, not saying another word as you clung to him. You listened to the sound of his heart, ear pressed right against his bare and bruised chest. You heard him sniffle, immediately causing you to pull away. "Oh, baby..." You cooed sadly, brushing a tear off his wounded cheek. The dam gates were open now as he began to cry, wincing at the salty tears mixing in with his busted face. "I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry that happened to you... I was so worried... you're here now... you're here with me... my baby."

"I thought about you every second," He sobbed. Jonathan looked like a helpless little child at that moment, his blue eyes were pitiful. "I thought I was going to die... thought I was never gonna get the chance to say goodbye to you..."

Together you sat crying, both with relief and sorrow as the rain poured outside, the heaven's crying with you. Everything felt okay again, for the both of you, now that you were with one another. "It's okay, Jonny." You tried to console him. Things had happened to him before, he'd been beaten up or caught in dangerous situations but he usually came home shrugging it off, this time you could tell he was severely traumatized, you could tell this was going to take a while for him to get over. Jonathan had that thousand-yard stare, that mischievous fire that usually lit up his eyes had been extinguished and now reflected the dreary weather outside. "I love you, baby, it's okay... nothing's ever going to hurt you again." You whispered, he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips. You kissed him as gently as you could, knowing his lip was swollen and split open, you could taste the metallic blood from his mouth and the saltiness of his tears.

"Y/N..." Jonathan wept, his face now buried in between your neck and your jaw. "It hurts." The tone of his voice was the most heart-shattering thing you'd ever heard.

"I know, my baby," You hushed as you laid back down again, caressing his hair that was still wet from the rain. "Nothing will ever hurt you again." You reassured once again. "Nothing's going to take you from my side."

You cried your own tears of sadness, relieved he was back in your arms, relieved that you were there to take care of him and nurse him back to health. The morning sun had begun to rise by the time you two had properly nestled into your bed, skin pressed together, legs intertwined. Jonathan slept in your arms, you held him like a baby, you couldn't sleep, too happy to have him in your arms again.

"As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine..." You whispered softly into his hair.

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x reader #cillian x fem!reader #Jonathan Crane #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane smut #scarecrow x reader #batman #batman begins #batman dark knight #batman the dark knight #the dark knight rises #the dark knight trilogy #christopher nolan #christian bale

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scarecrowismybabygirl · 9 months

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Scarecrow is so pretty I wish Cillian Murphy was real

#I refuse to believe he's a real human look at that face #he's perfect #the babygirliest of them all #Nolan knew what he was doing tying him up like that #the beginning of their bromance #cillian murphy #batman begins #dark knight trilogy #christopher nolan #nolanverse #cilliancrane #nolancrane #nolancrow #scarecrow #jonathan crane #dr jonathan crane #dr babygirl

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skintyfiia · 3 months

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FINISHED!!!!!

#my art #fanart #digital art #artists on tumblr #six fanarts #art challenge #christopher nolan #jonathan crane #kitten braden #anok yai #rodrick heffley #cillian murphy #devon bostick #diary of a wimpy kid #breakfast on pluto #batman trilogy #robert capa sunshine #sunshine 2007 #so many tags help me

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haveyouseenthismovie-poll · 2 months

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#movies #polls #the dark knight #dark knight #dark knight trilogy #batman #dc #2000s movies #christopher nolan #christian bale #heath ledger #have you seen this movie poll

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nocturnest · 1 month

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Oooo I thought of an idea for the 3rd part of Amor and Timor!! You know how it left off with Jonathan staying over at Y/n’s apartment? Imagine her ex knocking on her door and either she answers the door and he forces himself in (which was not a good idea because guess who is sitting in her living room🤭🫣) orrrr JONATHAN answers the door… Either way the man is face to face with a very angry Jonathan Crane that now feels he needs to use more of what’s up his sleeve so that her ex gets the idea to leave her alone😅 Ooof and when that door closes behind him, either way he’d be locked in there with The Scarecrow who feels very protective of his girl🫣

I don’t know that her ex would leave this interaction alive😅

@kpopgirlbtssvt AHH LOVE THIS IDEA! protective jonathan for the win!

warnings: mild violence, references to sex (but they haven't actually done it yet don't worry!), a threatening presence

Your apartment was cozy. That was the first thing that came to mind when Jonathan stepped in. There were piles of books scattered across the room, a quite comforting similarity between your apartment and his own.

And now, here you two were. Your head in his lap as he slowly combed through your soft hair with his fingers. If only he knew how much he was affecting you with his feather-light touch.

Jonathan could sense that you were at peace, that you desired his presence. You wouldn't have sought him out otherwise, but he wasn't used to being accepted so willingly, to being able to be so open with another, to being wanted.

The soft glow of the television illuminated the room. You had picked a psychological thriller, Se7en. It wasn't necessarily scary but it made your skin crawl. There were moments when you snuggled closer to Jonathan, your nose nuzzling his neck. While Jonathan didn't like to see you frightened, he couldn't help but feel a sort of pride that you found solace in him, that his presence meant you were safe.

As Jonathan continued to run his fingers through your hair with gentle strokes, you felt yourself drifting into a state of blissful relaxation. The stresses of the day melted away, replaced by a sense of tranquility that only his touch could provide.

Just as you were on the brink of drifting off to sleep, a sharp knock at the door shattered the peaceful atmosphere. You jolted awake, the sudden interruption jarring you back to reality.

Jonathan's expression hardened as he rose from the couch, his protective instincts kicking into high gear.

"Are you expecting anyone?"

You gave a sleepy smile, "Not at this time of night."

"I'll get it," he said, squeezing your hand before making his way to the door, his posture tense yet controlled.

As Jonathan swung open the door, your ex stood on the threshold, his presence an unwelcome intrusion into your sanctuary. You stood up from the couch with shaky legs. Before your ex could utter a word, Jonathan's icy gaze silenced him, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

"Well, well, well," Jonathan said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Look who decided to drop by uninvited." He immediately wishes he had his fear gas with him, which he wouldn't hesitate to use on this man (if he could even call him that).

From what you can see over Jonathan's shoulder, there was anger in your ex's expression, and then utter confusion.

"Is that my shirt?"

"Hm," hummed Jonathan thoughtfully as he looked down and inspected the shirt that you had given him, "I suppose it's mine now." You couldn't see Jonathan's expression as he speaks but he's grinning.

You wanted him to be more comfortable as he was staying the night. In fact, you had bought the shirt yourself for your ex but he never ended up wearing the damn thing. He claimed that he wouldn't be caught dead in it.

Your ass of an ex scowled, threw his hands up with frustration, and practically roared with anger like the complete and utter fool that he was, "You're seriously going to choose this twig over me? You're already whoring yourself out to other men? I'm not surprised that you're that desperate. You were terrible in bed anyways."

Something flicked in Jonathan's expression. Jonathan's grin widened, a glint of mischief yet anger dancing in his eyes as he exchanged a knowing glance with you. He leaned against the doorframe casually, his demeanor almost playful despite the tension in the air.

"Well, I must admit your assessment of her character is quite revealing of your own," Jonathan remarked, his tone cool and collected.

Jonathan tilted his head and whispered something you couldn't quite hear, "I'll have you know that she's remarkable in bed. In fact, my throat is rather sore from screaming her name. But you don't need me to tell you that, do you?"

Your ex's face contorted with rage, his fists trembling at his sides as he struggled to find a retort. But before he could unleash another verbal assault, Jonathan stepped forward, his presence towering over him.

"Now, now, there's no need for name-calling," Jonathan said, his voice laced with mock sympathy. "I suggest you take a lesson in manners before you go around insulting people. It's unbecoming, you uncouth oaf."

Your ex gave another look of anger but also bewilderment. You were trying and failing to hold back laughter.

He paused and backtracked, "Oh - my sincerest apologies, I know better than to use words that you don't know." He emphasized the last three words by prodding your ex's chest with his finger.

Your ex fidgets with his hands and shuffles backwards, "You-"

Jonathan interrupted him, his thoughts elsewhere, waving his hand away from the door, "Go on, now. Begone! Please assist with depriving us of your pathetic presence."

Your ex looked between you and Jonathan, his face unreadable, and before you could even speak, he leaned backward before punching Jonathan in the face.

You gasp with surprise as your ex's fist connected with Jonathan's face with a sickening thud, sending him stumbling backward. Shocked gasps escaped your lips as you watched Jonathan's glasses clatter to the floor, his hand instinctively flying to his now bleeding nose.

Without a second thought, adrenaline surged through you as you rose to your feet, your protective instincts kicking in. You stepped forward, your voice trembling with fury.

"Get out," you spat, your tone dripping with venom. "Get out of my apartment and never come back."

Your ex recoiled at the intensity of your words, his eyes widening with fear as he realized the gravity of the situation. With a muttered curse, he turned on his heel and fled from the apartment, his retreat marked by the sound of the slamming door.

As the echoes of his departure faded into silence, you turned your attention back to Jonathan and reached for a kitchen towel. With your heart pounding in your chest, you approached him cautiously and lifted his chin with gentle hands, meeting his pained gaze with a mixture of concern and determination.

"Let me see," you murmured, your voice soft as you examined the damage to his nose. Blood trickled down his face, staining his shirt with crimson droplets.

Jonathan winced as you gingerly touched the tender skin around his nose, his breath catching in his throat. You pressed the towel against his face. Despite the pain etched on his features, there was a flicker of gratitude in his eyes as he looked at you, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that had formed between you.

As you tended to Jonathan's injury, your hands trembling slightly with a mix of nerves and concern, you couldn't help but feel a surge of empathy for him.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice barely above a hush. "I should have been more careful. I didn't expect him to... to..."

Jonathan shook his head gently, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite the pain. "It's not your fault," he reassured you, his voice soft yet resolute. "You couldn't have known he would react like that."

You sighed, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders at his words. "Still, I should have been prepared. I should have stood up to him sooner."

Jonathan reached out, his hand bringing yours to his lips for a kiss. "You did stand up to him," he said, his gaze meeting yours with unwavering intensity. "You showed courage and strength in the face of adversity. And for that, I admire you."

A blush crept across your cheeks at his words, a warmth spreading through you at the sincerity in his gaze. "Thank you," you murmured, your voice barely audible. "That means a lot to me."

You grinned as you recalled Jonathan's words to your ex, "You really know how to shut someone down with style. I must say, your insults are quite impressive."

Jonathan's lips curled into a smirk, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Well, I do try to maintain a certain level of eloquence, even in the face of ignorance," he quipped, his tone light yet tinged with amusement.

You chuckled softly, feeling a sense of camaraderie growing between you as you basked in the aftermath of the confrontation. "Consider me thoroughly entertained," you replied, a playful twinkle in your eyes.

Jonathan's laughter mingled with yours, the sound filling the room with warmth and light. As the laughter subsided, you found yourselves gazing into each other's eyes, a silent understanding passing between you. You marveled at how beautiful his smile was.

For a while, the two of you sat on the couch in companionable silence, the only sound filling the room the quiet hum of the heater and the soft patter of snow against the windowpane. And as you curled into Jonathan's side, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, a feeling of connection that transcended words. You felt safe.

@kiss-me-cill-me hope you enjoy part three!

@mothhball thought you might be interested!

#jonathan crane x you #jonathan crane imagine #jonathan crane fanfic #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane #scarecrow #the scarecrow #batman begins #nolanverse #christopher nolan #cillian murphy #the dark knight #dark knight #dark knight trilogy #the dark knigth rises

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violent138 · 27 days

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While Battinson seems like he'd adopt kids upon attaining slightly more mental stability, and Batfleck is broadcasting divorced dad/dead kid dad💀, Christian Bale's Batman (balebat? Nolanbat?) gives me "has never had a fatherly urge in his life" and probably would hold a baby far away from him with his fingers, smiling uncomfortably.

#There's likely a reason he bonded with John Blake #but we never really see his thoughts on kids much? Or really any instance where he interacts with them/or even any father-adjacent behaviou #just a thought gang #batman #snyderverse #battinson #batfleck #bvs #nolan trilogy #bruce wayne #balebat

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helpfandom · 4 months

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platonic yandere scarecrow hcs? Or just analyzing what he'd be like as a yandere

Well, 🐁 anon, here you go! HC's unless someone wants to read me ramble about an analysis...?

@yanderefangirl

He finds it interesting that you visit someone here [Arkham], who could it be? Upon noticing who it is you may be visiting, and as to whom it is that you are, he becomes intrigued in your story. As such, he wishes to find out every little thing, perhaps then his mind can rest.

Nevertheless, he finds out more about with or without you knowing, using his ties with Carmine Falcone to easily track you and your activities.

Using this knowledge [and his criminal ties], he slowly inserts himself into your life, using the school that you go to to give lectures of pharmacotherapy, and psychology, trying to persuade you by the littlest things, and then moving to bigger ways to put him into your life.

Although he has still yet to understand that he is obsessed with you, he assures himself that it is simply a scientific obsession, seeing as most people who visit Arkham end up with a dose of fear gas and seeing you just simply not react to the effects of it interests him.

So in his attempts to insert himself into your life, he finds out more and more about you that make him interested even if he doesn't realize it.

By the time he realizes he wants you, and that he must take care of you, Ra's Al Ghul is almost there. So he stages an attack on you, and steals you then, when Batman is too busy to realize what happened to one singular civilian.

#yandere x reader #platonic x reader #platonic yandere #tw yandere #x reader #platonic #yandere #headcanon #yandere batman #yandere scarecrow #yandere nolanverse #scarecrow #cilian murphy #nolan trilogy #batman the dark knight #yandere dark knight #Helpfandom's writing

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3nigm4art · 8 months

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Jonathan Crane

#jonathan crane #cillian murphy #Batman begins #yes it's a Monster reference #art #fan art #digital art #artists on tumblr #dark knight trilogy #christopher nolan

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tomhardymyking · 6 months

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A strong rumour says that the director of the next 𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗻𝗱 film would be 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗡𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗻 😮

If so, we already know who would be in the film: 𝗧𝗼𝗺 as 007 and 𝗖𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗠𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗵𝘆 as a possible villain, because this director repeats a lot of actors in his films, as you can see in the collage, and their names were rumoured 😏 I'm loving this idea so much 😍 I hope it comes true 🙏🏻💓

Opinions?

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Un fuerte rumor dice que el director de la próxima película de 𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗻𝗱 sería 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗡𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗻 😮

De ser así, ya sabemos quiénes estarían en la película: 𝗧𝗼𝗺 como 007 y 𝗖𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗠𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗵𝘆 como posible villano, porque este director repite mucho de actores en sus películas, como podéis ver en el collage, y se rumoreaban sus nombres 😏 Me está encantando tanto esta idea 😍 Ojalá se cumpla 🙏🏻💓

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jokersmeowmeow · 2 years

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Can we talk about

How fancy J is?

And not particularly one, ok, like, ALL OF THEM???

I'm gonna talk only about Ledger J and Phoenix J as I adore them equally the most out of all character interpretations, but the animated ones, Nicholson etc., they all represent such CLASS&STYLE through their colorfulness and extravagance, yet they still keep the darkness within them in their appearance as well.

Their clothing literally reflects their identity; there's a plethora of colors, accessories etc., the true chaos, and as we know, J is an agent of it, but at the same time that chaos creates a single whole, where all the pieces perfectly blend in with each other.

J makes first impression of a silly clown with no sense of style hence many wrongly underestimate him to his advantage, but the closer and more attentively we look, the more well-thought-out and, what's even more crucial, the more functional and practical his garment turns out to be.

ISN'T THAT SICK?? LOOK AT THIS--

(He's so happy here I cannot with him-- but no, okay, let's focus now lsnxnsmz)

We've got so many colors here: purple, green, blue, brown, grey and even orange, but at the same time the whole outfit doesn't look flash, You know?

The colors are soft and dusty-like, so they make J look almost normal (as for Gotham standards) as nothing is out of place there thus he doesn't stand out of the crowd, this enables him to easily blend in.

Moreover, the darkness, which is a byword for him, is visibly present thanks to this.

Also, let's pay attention to the big number of layers he wears: coat, jacket, vest and shirt? Isn't that quite a lot?

Stated: N O, because I feel it's not a coincidence either, it's symbolic of the fact that he's more than meets the eye, there's much more to him than he let's us see and that he always has some backup plan, an ace up his sleeve.

It's a metaphore for the comlpexity of everything that makes him "him"; his uncertain past, ambiguous motives of his actions and ideas (so called "messages" ;D), his deep personality which seems to have no bottom or end.

and that - THAT, MY DEAR READERS - is why we find him so interesting, that's why he attracts us so hard and makes us love/admire/respect him.

We never know his next move, plot-twist pursues plot-twist in the reality he creates around us, we don't know what to expect from him as we don't know almost anything about him, actually. We can try to understand and interpret him, but we'll never be sure whether it's true about him or not.

On the other hand, this J is a practical man; many layers of clothing = many pockets and hidden inserts, which provide him with a huge storage room for weapons (mostly his knives), amunition and so on.

I don't know about that, but I have a feeling thick clothing could probably also protect him from injuries...

...and cold, because there's hardly ever sunshine in Gotham and it f*cking always rains there, I'd dress in layers as well if I were to live in that hellhole.

*exhausted sigh* aight, let's move on to the next one: Joaquín Phoenix Joker.

He's just... Aahh. Yeah, basically--

I must quit talking for a sec and show You:

We've got Arthur and J

Now tell me, if You didn't know the movie, would it ever cross Your mind that these two are actually one and the same person?

Cause I WOULD BE OBLIVIOUS AF.

And the reason for all of that is a huge contrast between mr. Fleck and mr. J.

His character reminds me of a caterpillar attending eclosion, like, he had to first turn into a total goo (an invisible man at the rock bottom of his life wearing some invisible colors matching his surroundings: grey for the repulsive pavements, dirty yellowish something for damp patches on the city buildings' walls, dark brown for the trash lying on the streets) so he could then transform into magnificent butterfly loved and admired by many, but also feared by the others (just look at the butterfly's close-up and You'll understand what I'm sayin' :'D)

He literally blossomed in this movie, thanks to falling apart and going mad he got rebuilt and became his true self, finally noticed, finally respected.

Ofc in a terrifying way, losing sanity, killing people and turning into a monster is unforgivable and undefendable.

But, like an animal brought up in captivity and all of sudden released to the wild, like this butterfly, he had to reach his true form, had to become what society made him into - and it is emphasized in the transition in his way of clothing.

I also think his fate was decided the moment Penny adopted him, or even earlier, when he got put in the orphanage - to my mind a brilliant example of fatum motive from Classical antiquity, cockeyed from his very beginning, without the slightest chance of changing his fate, whatever he does or doesn't do, it brings him closer and closer to the inavitable end... which, simultaneously and ironically, is a moment of birth of his new "me".

Aaaaand I got carried away a little with my character analysis again, sorry for that, but hey! It's all written all over his outfit ;))

Arthur is an embodiment of the word "nobody" or, as spoken earlier, "invisible" - he even said "If it was me dying on the sidewalk You'd walk right over me!" and it's true as he actually looks like the sidewalk, like these sleazy streets people turn they sight away from, so he can't be spotted, he uknowingly doesn't allow people to see him.

BUT--

After accepting his new persona he explodes with colors the same way he does with his beliefs and emotions, mostly pity, rage and hate. And as we know, extreme anger is often associated with bright red, which is dominant in his new look. Additionally, red is kings' color and we know Arthur's Joker at the end of the movie is kind of worshipped by many Gotham's citizens as if he was their god and saviour - like the true Clown Prince of Crime he is.

He finally sets free everything boiling inside of him for years of his misery and it spills over his clothes, but it suits him greatly - it's not a total mess, he's at last neat and clean, not unkempt and ragged like before. Everything is well-fitted and thus makes J look more confident and attractive even, the bright colours optically enlarging his figure in comparison to thin, rat-looking loser he was.

So yeah, they both are my favourite for different reasons and their style is just so full of depth and imagery. Gotta love our multihued clowns <3

Now You can see how much You can give away just with the things You wear.

Careful ;))

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