Good ole Scarecrow
Killer Croc ~ Scarecrow ~ Mad Hatter ~ Copperhead (DC)
I don’t generally like to get too deep into my personal medical history, you gotta understand, but in this case - I’ve had glasses about as long as I could read. Nearsighted, all that. No grand life event brought that on, it’s just how these old eyes have always been.
Dr. J. C.
Jonathan: My house is haunted because I live there.
I like spicy food way, way more than sweet, but I actually really like warheads. Specially the black cherry ones.
Jonathan: I accidentally showed some weakness earlier today, it was disgusting. I would not recommend It.
Kids, there ain’t any posts from the day I was out. April fool’s prank might be going a li’l too far.
— Dr. J. C.
Jervis: In 2020, we stop chasing people who don’t make an effort to be in our lives.
Edward: In 2020, we pur ourselves first.
Jonathan: In 2020, we do not try to domesticate a crow, but if one wanders into our house because he thinks the couch in nice and he likes the atmosphere, than he can stay.
An older Cillain Murphy as Jonathan Crane watercolour. I should draw him more.
Jonathan: No one loves me.
Harley: Bold words from someone who’s in hugging range.
The only thing I know about Damian Wayne is that he has a soft spot for animals. With this thought alone, imagine him walking up to one of Scarecrows hideouts only to be swarmed by a murder of crows. The crows don’t attack him though, they can instantly sense his kind heart and flutter to his shoulders.
Crane comes out, confused and angry that his crows have befriended a Robin
But instead of gassing Damian like he usually would, Crane learns that he has been feeding the birds of arkham using his own money, and for just a moment Crane feels a shred of respect for the boy.
Then he gasses him anyway, because Scarecrow is a dick.