I am what waits in the dark.

Yellow will take care of Brave (who is a female scarecrow). Some little doodles for the family. (I miss some scarecrows sorry) and the last one is more “I’m so done with your shit, Yellow”.

Some members of the Scarecrow Family and YellowController.

Yet, with all her flaws and her timid nature- she was so much more complex than just that. Willing to stand up against criminals and risk her own life, having her own career at risk constantly with unprofessional behaviour. Much as it was against his usual thoughts, he worried for her. Constantly and consistently. Ever since the Joker incident.

She felt so anxious right now and it was stifling, so she hardened her resolve and plunged forward, “If that’s the case you should move in here.” Feeling her throat clamp down on itself, she swallows. Wishing that the worst thing he could do was say no, but there was always the possibility, the threat of him leaving again. She earnestly couldn’t handle that.

Chin rising slightly, his eyes scoured her for a reason. It was not as harsh before, brows raised ever so slightly. He did not speak up until she had finished her mess of an explanation. If nothing else he was polite when it came to not interrupting others, perhaps his biggest pet peeve next to stupidity. Eyes shifting to the television, then down to the floor, he made a clicking noise.

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It was Valentine’s day and she was spending it with Jonathan Crane. A year ago this would have been unfathomable, now it seemed natural, albeit nerve wracking. Leland had made a nice enough dinner, which they enjoyed with minimal conversation. Leland herself having trouble speaking much that night and with a partner like Crane it didn’t help the situation much, she’d try to generate some small talk back and forth before quieting down again after not too long, clearly having something weighing on her mind.

After dinner they took their places on the couch to watch the movie Jonathan had brought, something they’d been doing with increasing regularity ever since she’d returned from the trip to her brother’s. These nights would take place separate of sessions and Leland was keen to keep them separate. But once a week, sometimes twice, they’d end up quietly and comfortably watching a movie together, which seemed to suit them both fine, and afterward they’d pleasantly enough discuss the movie, sometimes have desert or just end up saying their goodbyes for the evening.

Tonight was different, Leland had intentions to fulfill, she’d spent the better part of the week thinking over how she’d go about this. She casts a glance up at Jonathan before sliding closer and after a moment or two leaning against his side cautiously. She was still so worried the slightest touch would drive him away again ever since his admitted affections. The One Who Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest was playing, she wondered if he’d been so observant to notice her first edition or if this was just a random coincidence, either way she was pleased. It had just gotten to the part where the patients were dancing with Rose and Candy and it was only music for the moment, no dialouge. Time was running out, it was now or never. She turns down the volume a bit and speaks up softly, “Jonathan…I really enjoy spending time with you…like this..”

He noticed the tension in Joan, deciding against noting it. This was supposed to be one of their nice calm nights. They were both against analyzing eachother on these nights. So to keep from it he kept his eyes focused ahead, on the movie. It was a good movie too, sucking in his interests. Crane had a hard time focusing on much else when watching a movie. They were works of art, having so much meaning and character development to them. He always worried about missing something important. That was why he did not even react when Joan leaned against him. He only dully recognized it for later.

Some aggravation peaked at him when she lowered the sound. They were watching the movie. They never spoke while watching a movie. Interrupting it was something they had silently agreed upon. Perhaps they should have verbally agreed. Turning his gaze towards her, his eyes were glazed over- expression speaking of his mood.

He never dared to think like this in any other place, especially with the good Doctor.  The darkness cradled the desire, whispering gusts of wind encouraging his urges. He had decided against using any needles today. They took more effort and left him at a bigger disadvantage. He wanted to be quick about things if something happened. In and out. So he carried a small canister containing his infamous fear gas. All it would take was a simple spray to leave an assailant blubbering on the ground.

The flapping of wings meant nothing to him at first. He knew a bird from a bat though, which made him huff at the noise. Every bat that had the misfortune of running into one of his crows became little more than food. He had been sure to train them of that much. Shame he no longer had use for him now that he was living a regular life. Sometimes he would still see them around, noting the bands on their legs that made them identifiable.

Something darted in front of him, tension immediately setting in. Jonathan drew back several steps. His eyes fixed upon Malcolm, fear gas can in hand. It was directed at the.. Creature. Head cocking slightly, he noted the working wings. It was reminiscent of Man-Bat. A villain that had genetically altered himself. The effect was not full with this one though. Meaning something else was going on. He dispelled his curiosity, but keeping his caution.

[text] Tomorrow? That is a little late notice isn’t it, doctor?

[text] Ah, I suspected as much. Well how does dinner and maybe a movie sound?