an isolated phenomenon? a brain without a heart?

There was no cure being made since nobody could acquire a sample of the toxin since Scarecrow avoided everyone that pursued him, including The Batman. Batman was getting severely agitated that this man wasn’t brought to justice, and there was no cure for these innocent people. Batman interrogated every street thug he could find but, none of them knew the whereabouts of Scarecrow, so he couldn’t create a cure.

But then he read the paper and saw that a professor had been studying fear itself, and his name was Johnathan Crane. Batman thought that his research would most definitely make creating a cure much easier, so he found where Crane worked and decided to pay him a visit after school.

He landed on a balcony and saw the professor at work through the glass door, before then letting himself in and breaking the silence.

“Mr. Crane? I have a few questions..”

He froze, knuckles going white with how hard he was gripping the edge of his desk. It was not fear or panic, not exactly. That would have been impossible. But something had caught Jonathan there, held him in place for the moment, caused his heart to start racing and a nervous tremor to develop in his hands.

Batman. This was not happening. Jonathan had been too careful, too studious in covering every track, every trace of information that could have linked the Scarecrow to Dr. Jonathan Crane. There was nothing Batman could rightfully pin on him--so why? And besides, if the vigilante had figured things out, why was Jonathan sitting there calmly at his desk, and not halfway to the police department by now?

There had to be something else.

He closed his eyes, back still to the Batman, voice too calm, too collected when he spoke.

Past experiences help shape who we are currently, how we see the world. Send in a symbol and I’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories. 

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❥ - a childhood memory

♣ - a fading memory

✂ - a vivid memory

✖ - a repressed memory

✈ - an eye-opening memory

✤ - a memory that involves romance/love

☤ - a memory of death/loss

✍ - a memory of their mother

☽ - a memory of their father

♘ - a memory of their sibling(s)

✌ - a memory of a relative

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

♚ - a memory of something paranormal

Like this for a simple para starter!

He’s known as that professor who is entirely too enthusiastic about his work. Like, the professor everyone talks shit about. i.e. “If I have to sit through one more lecture about the complexities of fear I’m going to scream, probably much to his enjoyment.”

The amount of students who drop his class after, like, the first two lectures is astounding. We’re talkin going from 60 students to like 30.

He doesn’t like when people doze off during his lectures so he just picks up the nearest book and hurls it across the room to wake them up. Watch out, there’s a developmental psychology textbook flying across the goddamn lecture hall. 

Students in the next lecture hall over can always hear him yelling about something to the point where they come to expect it. It’s like the highlight of their time in class. “There goes Dr. Crane getting all hype again.”

People actually start daring each other to take his class or take bets on who can handle it the longest. The stakes get higher with every passing year.

       this is a pretty big issue for me actually. 

        and not just because it’s really amazing to see what other muses         say, think and feel about your muse when they’re not around but         because I WANT SOME CONTINUITY. i am trying to create a          continuity for my character where everything that isn’t an AU          has feelings and actions making sense depending on a timeline         and people they know and love. actions have consequences.          relationships and events change people.