Not interested in him unless Alexander was actively “gunning for him,” eh?  Oh, if only he could tell her how far from the truth that was.  Crane had started this whole mess over fifteen years ago, and now he seemed bound and determined to end it in the most humiliating way possible.  Perhaps that was giving the malignant old bag of bones too much credit, and perhaps Parker genuinely had no idea what he was getting himself into with the Scarecrow and his gang, but there had always been that terrible theory in the back of Alexander’s mind… which was probably his ego talking more than anything else, but weeks and weeks of paranoia, of never knowing who he could trust among his own students, did that to a man.

“Maybe you can tell me, then,” he ventured bitterly after a long dram of his coffee, “a bit more about his new protégé?  The Wendigo?” Not that he expected any sort of detailed answer or anything more than a taunt, but he was running out of ideas. He was weary of the whole affair, and there was at least a secondary source of information sitting right across from him—he’d be a fool if he didn’t at least try to seize the opportunity.

Crowne couldn’t hide the blatant look of shock on her face if she tried.  Jonathan Crane was a very, very private man.  If he didn’t want someone to know something, even Edward Nygma would have a hard time finding it out.  As far as she was aware, she was the only person he had even mentioned this so-called  protégé to, and even then he hadn’t given her any sort of description, and certainly not an alias.  She was aware, perhaps a bit uncomfortably, that Crane used her as a sort of confidant.  However Scarlet had found about about this so-called Wendigo, there was always the chance that Crane would chase the blame back to her, and that was not something she wanted to think about.  Betraying his trust would have dire consequences.

Gripping her coffee tight, Crowne glanced nervously towards the counter before leaning closer to Scarlet.  “How do you know about that?”

Good lord, Crane really was playing this one close to the chest, wasn’t he?  It was always common practice and even a form of wisdom to keep one’s criminal help in the dark until the plan was completely brewed, but now?  With so much already set into motion?  Either Crane was incredibly overconfident in himself and Parker or he was severely lacking in that kind of foresight.  Considering how much he’d managed to poison his brain over the years and what Nygma had told him about Scarecrow growing stronger, Alexander’s current bet was on the latter.

At the woman’s question, he was almost tempted to laugh, and it would have been a very dry and mirthless thing.  “I would have to be blind and dumb not to,” he replied with a sip of his coffee.  “The Wendigo’s been kind enough to visit me and my classes more than once. Apparently Crane’s taken to recruiting much younger help these days, if everything I have been told is true…”

“And what have you been told?”

Crowne took an uneasy sip of her coffee, but it suddenly seemed very bitter, and she wrinkled her nose before setting it down. There were more than a few implications to Scarlet’s words. That this ‘Wendigo’ had evidently been used to target a schoolteacher troubled her— and that was discounting that Scarlet knew more about Crane’s protege than she did. One of Crane’s very, very few saving graces in her eyes had always been that he didn’t target children. That wasn’t to say that children didn’t get caught in the crossfires occasionally— that was bound to happen when your target was the entirety of Gotham City— but she could at least rest a bit easier knowing that she wasn’t actively perpetrating the maiming and murder of children as much as she would if she were employed by another rogue. Not that she was naming any names, of course. She’d just call that hypothetical employer the Joker.

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Crowne nearly gasped as she was yanked back, but managed to stay quiet. Looking where the Dormouse indicated, she briefly spotted the patrolling guard before ducking back behind cover, and...

Was that...sign language?

Crowne hadn’t even graduated from high school, much less learned a second language, but even she could tell that the Dormouse wasn’t just flapping her hands around randomly. Now probably wasn’t the best time to bring that up, however. Nodding dumbly, Crowne nonetheless pulled her gas mask down over her face.

The Moon, by Khoolat .psd, via ArtStation.

i’ll be in my secret lab gradually going insane and playing god

when bae takes you out for a date on the town

i don’t see nearly enough of these two being terrifying together

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Bottom of the River by Delta Rae except you’ve wandered off from camp to look for your friend, who was taking way too long to come back - and you could hear a formless song playing in the distance. Hoping that it’s your friend out there, you follow it. The song leads you to a creek, and the creek leads you to a pond, and… your friend is nowhere to be seen, but the lyrics are clearer than ever. Something splashes in the water below, and you are abruptly consumed by a desire to join whatever lurks at the bottom.

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Not interested in him unless Alexander was actively “gunning for him,” eh?  Oh, if only he could tell her how far from the truth that was.  Crane had started this whole mess over fifteen years ago, and now he seemed bound and determined to end it in the most humiliating way possible.  Perhaps that was giving the malignant old bag of bones too much credit, and perhaps Parker genuinely had no idea what he was getting himself into with the Scarecrow and his gang, but there had always been that terrible theory in the back of Alexander’s mind… which was probably his ego talking more than anything else, but weeks and weeks of paranoia, of never knowing who he could trust among his own students, did that to a man.

“Maybe you can tell me, then,” he ventured bitterly after a long dram of his coffee, “a bit more about his new protégé?  The Wendigo?” Not that he expected any sort of detailed answer or anything more than a taunt, but he was running out of ideas. He was weary of the whole affair, and there was at least a secondary source of information sitting right across from him—he’d be a fool if he didn’t at least try to seize the opportunity.

Crowne couldn’t hide the blatant look of shock on her face if she tried.  Jonathan Crane was a very, very private man.  If he didn’t want someone to know something, even Edward Nygma would have a hard time finding it out.  As far as she was aware, she was the only person he had even mentioned this so-called  protégé to, and even then he hadn’t given her any sort of description, and certainly not an alias.  She was aware, perhaps a bit uncomfortably, that Crane used her as a sort of confidant.  However Scarlet had found about about this so-called Wendigo, there was always the chance that Crane would chase the blame back to her, and that was not something she wanted to think about.  Betraying his trust would have dire consequences.

Gripping her coffee tight, Crowne glanced nervously towards the counter before leaning closer to Scarlet.  “How do you know about that?”

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