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About me: Profile under construction. In the meanwhile, here's a brief bio: Originally from Georgia, Jonathan Crane was the bastard son of a rich family in decline. Ignored by his mother and despised by his grandmother, he was raised primarily by his fanatically religious and sadistic great-grandmother. He was repeatedly locked in a cathedral where he was attacked by crows that had been trained by his great-grandmother for this purpose. Constantly abused both at home and at school, he learned the importance of fear, control, and knowledge. As an adult he sought employment as a professor, and as in his previous iterations, was dismissed for firing a gun in class. He then pursued a career as a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. It's here he began to further explore his interest in fear; frequently using his own patients as test-subjects for creating his own fear-toxin. Batman brought an end to his when he exposed Dr. Crane as the Scarecrow and gassed him with his own fear-toxin. The career criminal 'Scarecrow' was born. Most people don't realize that the Scarecrow is somewhat of a second personality within Jonathan Crane. It isn't always too obvious, however, because the two see eye-to-eye on most things; especially when it comes to their criminal work. Who I'd like to meet:

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I was going to wait until everyone was looking right at us before making an attempt,” came his sarcastic reply. Very gingerly, Ed slipped off his bunk to sit beside Jon.   “Night staff come every fifteen, now in pairs. During the day I’m let out into the rec. hall after breakfast at 7. Good behaviour and all that. Lunch at 11:45. Dinner at 5. Two guards assigned to the rec at one time. One guard patrols the cells every forty minutes…. There are five new guards, however.” This would certainly aid their endeavours. “Wet behind the ears…” That was about the intel he had up until he was graced with his dear Doctor once more.           -？- Nov 1st 2019 - 9:07 AM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User     � Arkhams Finest ?       I’m orange and round but only have a face once a year. What am I?     �?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?     If Jon believed he was off the hook entirely, then he was dreadfully deluded. Even Ed, no matter how irritated with Jon, he may be, knew that he needed to escape now rather than bicker. Well, perhaps bicker along the way.   Arching a brow at the time stamp, he was given he pondered for a moment, ahh, yes, Hallow’s Eve. The spooky time of year where you may find Jon filled with far more glee than he would typically be caught sporting. “Well, I have scrap paper I’ve been collecting since I’ve been here and a pencil. I know the Guards rounds by now… the only thing we need to do is plan the actual escape.” Pulling himself back up onto his bunk, he rummaged around under the thin mattress of his bed before slipping Jon the scrap paper and pencil.       -？- Oct 20th 2019 - 4:34 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User     � Arkhams Finest ?       I’m orange and round but only have a face once a year. What am I?     �?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?     There was a long moment of silence after Jonathan apologised to the best of his abilities. Perhaps Edward was exhausting; it wasn’t as if Edward wasn’t aware of this fact. He chalked it up to people being too stupid to keep up with him. It was why he seemed to gravitate toward Jon as much as he did. Despite how irritated he sometimes became with Edward he didn’t seem to give up. He kept pace with him. He was, perhaps, one of the few Rogues whom/could/ keep up with Edward.   After considering the Doctor’s words for some time, he leant over the edge of his bed upside down; gravity dragging his ginger locks with it without it secured in place with his usual pomade. He gave Jon a scrutinising look as he regarded him; like he was unlocking a puzzle. “Apology accepted…” Because of course, it was an apology. In Jon’s unique way. He would never say to any other Rogue that he had remorse in any way, shape, or form. Edward would be an idiot not to recognise this. It was… sweet. “Now, with that out of the way, we can figure out how to make our grand escape, darling.”       -？- Oct 20th 2019 - 2:44 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User     � Arkhams Finest ?       I’m orange and round but only have a face once a year. What am I?     �?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?     His eyes narrowed dangerously in the man’s direction as he continued to go on and on with the same excuse. Though, the notion that Edward had no control over himself was tiptoeing in dangerous waters. He was very vehement on reiterating how he did not have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder despite his numerous diagnoses. “Oh, no. Spare me your psychoanalysis, Jon. I’m far from in the mood to listen to another shrink talk out of his ass.”   The past tense was not lost on him, and he paused for a moment before he moved sharply from where he stood to crawl up into the top bunk. “Insulted, Jon. I was insulted. Abandonment would suggest I expected more from you. I don’t expect anything from anyone, Jon. I don’t need anyone. Certainly not from you.” Turning his back to the rest of the room, he would not admit he was sulking, perhaps, more than merely sulking. The truth was, he did expect more from Jon. Jon was different. He seemed different. His intelligence was what first sparked Edwards interest… the rest followed far too quickly for his own taste but, hardly a shock. Now, he simply felt disappointed again.       -？- Oct 20th 2019 - 1:10 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User     � Arkhams Finest ?       I’m orange and round but only have a face once a year. What am I?     �?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?     Amid his pacing, he stopped short to give Jon a long-suffering stare, “funny how paper and pen can’t be digitally traced, Jon. I think I’ve proven that I’m trustworthy enough to know you’re going off galivanting without me! I could have helped you know!?” Smirking somewhat he gave the Doctor a once over, his internal hurt coming out like venom. Perhaps it was a defence mechanism all of the Rogues had. Hurt before they hurt first.     “Looks as though you could have used my help anyway, hmm?”   The second question made him glare at the Doctor. Why was he so upset? Really? How obtuse was the good Doctor? Had it not been transparent enough by now? Must he spell it out in massive Times New Roman font for him?   “Well, I wouldn’t be the Riddler if I spelt it out for you, Jon. Use that big brain of yours to figure it out since you don’t need my help with anything. You’re oh so smart, aren’t you? Figure it out yourself,” he snapped, clearly upset by the last few months being left alone with no answers to any of his queries. Lonely, mostly. Dejected? Perhaps.       -？- Oct 16th 2019 - 7:55 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User     � Arkhams Finest ?       I’m orange and round but only have a face once a year. What am I?     �?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?     The look that came over Edward was one of shock, then irritation. Was he genuinely being serious?   “Ohohoo… that’s rich! That’s real, rich!” he hissed in response, his hackles raised as he indignation of the entire situation sent him down a whirlwind of fury, irritation, and frankly hurt. Of course, the latter would never be admitted aloud.   “It doesn’t take much effort to tell me you’ll be gone for a while, Crane! Common courtesy really!”   Standing up abruptly, he began to pace the cell; the irritation sparking a new wave of anxious energy. If he didn’t feel trapped before, he certainly did now.   “Unbelievable…” he muttered under his breath.       -？- Oct 16th 2019 - 6:13 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User     � Arkhams Finest ?       I’m orange and round but only have a face once a year. What am I?     �?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?     The snark behind his words made Edward more irritated than he’d been previously, though, as he sat beside him, he frowned slightly. Was he truly that oblivious?     “Riddle me this, Jon, where the hell have you been?” he asked bluntly.     It had been months, five to be exact. Five months, three weeks, and 2 days if Ed were to be technical. Yet, that didn’t seem to cross the good Doctors mind.   “Why didn’t you call? Leave a note? TEXT, for God’s sakes!” it was apparent the man was irritated. A poor mask for concerned.   “I thought you’d Harroo’d your last Hoora.”       -？- Oct 15th 2019 - 12:54 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User     � Arkhams Finest ?       I’m orange and round but only have a face once a year. What am I?     �?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?     Edward sat on the bottom bunk, the one he’d called his bunk when the good Doctor turned in his direction. He thought that over, would probably relinquish the bottom bunk for Jon and resume his usual position on the top bunk. The Doctor best never suggest Ed didn’t do anything for him. Crossing one leg over the other, he smirked in his direction. Ever the southern gentleman for lying about how he looked.   Reaching up, he ran his fingers through his not so kept ginger locks before he frowned slightly at the texture — no conditioner in this hell hole after all.   “And you look as spooky as ever…” though, despite their pleasantries it was apparent the Riddler was a tad irritated. Heaven forbid he /care/ for the man standing before him. Though, if he were honest, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever eluded to the fact that he’d grown a soft spot for the man. Never-the-less, it was rude to just up and leave without so much as a goodbye.   “Shall we continue the pleasantries, or shall I get to the point?”       -？- Oct 9th 2019 - 12:43 PM Send Comment | Send Message | Block User     � Arkhams Finest ?       I’m orange and round but only have a face once a year. What am I?     �?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?�?�     It had been months since the last time he’d seen the Good Doctor. Months of Ed spiralling in and out of mania. His previous stunt had cost him dearly. An error in judgement, and of course, Batman cheating his way through every puzzle, and the predicament he’d set in place. It was infuriating. He’d blamed Jon for it all really. If he’d been there, perhaps he’d have caught the error. If he’d been there, maybe he’d be in a better mindset, and there would have been no error to spot in the first place. In reality, it wasn’t Jon’s fault, but Edward wasn’t about to admit that! Oh, no, no. You see, ED was the genius, he was simply distracted.   In the end, Edward had been locked up in Arkham. Again. How long has it been? 1 month? He almost groaned audibly at the thought of it all. He didn’t belong in this hell hole. He was CLEARLY sane. Sitting in his bunk, he stared at the ceiling; trapped within his own mind. A dangerous thing for everyone in a ten-mile radius to be sure.   That was until the sound of locks, and keys reverberated through the cell; the familiar drawl wafted through the air.   “Well, well, well. Look what the dumb-dumbs dragged in.”     Add Comment