I'm Meaner Than My Demons - Jonathan Crane (Gotham) X Female (Gotham) Reader
Title: I'm Meaner Than My Demons
Jonathan Crane (Gotham) X Female (Gordan) Reader
Additional Characters: Jim Gordan (Mentioned), Jerome Valeska, Jervis Tetch, lady guard, and other inmates (Mentioned)
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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5
WC: 1,871
Warnings: Mentions of depression, overprotective dad, big timeskip, asylum, hypnotism, death, and a bit graphic
It has been a year since Jonathan had gone to Arkham Asylum. Y/N has been getting through life in Gotham with her father. Every day she wakes up thinking about Jonathan and every night before going to bed she thinks of him. Many times she had asked her father if she could go see him, but her father would always say no. It was too dangerous. Y/N knew it wasn't. She was getting tired of this. She wanted to see Jonathan, she missed him dearly. She loved him then, and she loved him now.
In Arkham, Jonathan is sitting over his cell toilet, stirring something he is making. After a year in Arkham, Jonathan's mind changed. He was not the same boy a year ago. Many nights he dreamt about her. Her laugh, her smile. He had to get out and find her. And finally, he would.
Inside his mind, his thoughts fought. What if she forgot about him? What if she's now scared of him? What if she didn't want to come with him? His thoughts were interrupted when there was a knock on the door, and outside, Jonathan heard Jervis Tetch speak.
“Knock-knock called the clock, time to rise and wield your scythe.”
The door opens.
“I fear I will require a moment more, Mr. Tetch.”
“Our moment is fleeting, my dear Mr. Crane. Its wings desperately beating.”
Jonathan poured a liquid in the bubbling fluid, causing a little explosion within the bowl. He quickly pours it into a jar, while Jervis watches nervously from the door.
“There, now scarcely a drop spilled. Shall we, Mr. Tetch?” Jonathan speaks, getting up and walking out.
“Let us be the pains, Mr. Crane.” Jervis spoke, following close behind.
Outside a yellow and black, metal door, Jonathan poured his newly made liquid on the lock. It bubbled and like acid, melted it away. Both metal doors burst open, and Jerome Valeska burst out dramatically. Santering out, he pulled his sleeve up a bit to reveal his arm, looking down at it, he slowly shook his head.
“When I say three hairs past a freckle, gentlemen. I do not mean five hairs past.”
“Let’s do better next time, hm?”
Jervis then stepped closer to Jerome, “Mind both P’s and Q’s, Valeska. We're not your militia to be backed and called.”
“I quit thinking you’d be without us.” Jonathan spoke up, stepping closer to Jerome as well.
“Boys, boys, let’s not squabble too early in our partnership. There’ll be plenty of time to stab each other in the backs later. But, for now, stick to Jerome’s plan and everyone will get what they want.”
Jervis interrupted, reasoning with Jonathan.
“An earthly kingdom of terror.” Jonathan spoke, voice gruff behind his mask.
“A piece of Gotham pie. Both sky and high!” Jervis spoke with a wide smile.
“That’s the spirit boys! Think big.” Jerome spoke up, walking in between the two before stopping.
“And lose the weirdo, she’s giving me the heebie-jeebies.” Jerome spoke, watching the hypnotized guard stare at them.
“Your work is done, my dear. Your race, I’ll run.” Jervis spoke to her, with an awkward smile.
“Glad to be of help.” She spoke, before walking to Jerome to give him the keys, before slitting her own throat and falling dead.
“Much better. Now, to free the rest of our cronies and blow this popsicle stand.”
Putting the key into a control panel lock, Jerome frees everyone. While inmates run around freely, Jerome, Jervis, and Jonathan walk together, saluted by Jerome’s inmate fans. And finally, they walk out the front gate of Arkham Asylum. Turning around, Jerome bowed to her loyal fans as they all cheered and applauded.
“Onward march!” He commanded as the three led a crowd of crazy psychos.
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“Dad? Why are you calling?” Y/N asked, holding her phone to her ear and shoulder as she cooked pasta in the kitchen.
“We got the news that Arkham Asylum criminals have escaped! It’s all over the news! Lock all doors, windows, and shut the curtains! I am heading home right now! Don’t open the door to anyone!”
Y/N’s heart quickened and she quickly dropped the wooden spoon into the bubbling pot of noodles.
She quickly took her phone into her hand and quickly walked through the house, closing windows and locking everything as quickly as she could. Bringing the phone back to her ear, heart beating in her ears.
“Okay, I locked and shut everything. What should I do?” Y/N asked, her voice trembling.
“Stay in your room and lock the door. I am stuck in a bit of traffic, but I’ll be there as fast as I can. Go and stay in your room, lock the door. Do you understand me?” Gordan asked worriedly.
Y/N nodded but spoke up, “Yeah. Okay. In-room, hide or something. Lock the door. Got it.” She spoke, heading to her room.
“I’m going to go now. Stay in your room. Stay hidden.”
And that was that.
Y/N went into her room and closed and locked her door. Once again, checking her windows. Curiosity got the best of her and she looked under her bed and her closet. Getting on her bed, she dimmed her lamp and grabbed a book, knowing the whole situation would take a while. She set her phone on silent and set it down next to her.
Opening her book, she sat and read quietly. Reading and trying to calm down her nerves at the same time. Her mind kept going to Jonathan. Questioning everything. Was he alright? Where was he? Did he get hurt? Did he need help? It was hard for her to concentrate on her book anymore at that point.
Outside, a figure stood, staring up at the window, seeing the faint light behind pale yellow curtains. They stuffed their hands inside their pockets, feeling the small photos inside.
At some point, she almost thought she heard the door burst open. She quickly looked up from her book and up to her door. It was silent for a moment before Y/N got off the bed and quietly opened her bedroom door, peeking out into the hall.
Stepping out, she tiptoed through the hallway, seeing the front door broken on the floor. Looking around the corner into the living room, no one was there. She then headed to the kitchen, leaning in to look into the room. Standing in the kitchen, staring at the still bubbling pot of overdone noodles, was a tall figure in a striped outfit. The same outfit criminals in Arkham Asylum wore. The figure had some sort of bag over their head, like a potato bag or something. Y/N looked at them confused and honestly a bit scared. The person then pulled the bag off of their head, letting it hang in their hand by their side.
Right when they did that, Y/N’s eyes widened. Seeing the person’s hair. It was short and brown, just like Jonathan’s. The way he stood was just like Jonathan. She knew they were Jonathan.
“Jon?” She asked quietly, stepping out into the entryway of the room.
As quickly as she said it, he turned around to see her standing at the threshold, looking at him curiously. He looked a bit different but he was still Jonathan. He was taller, paler, and looked like he needed sleep.
“Y/N…” He breathed out in hidden relief, taking a step closer, not wanting her to run away from him.
He felt his old persona coming back, clawing its way out from within his soul.
“Is it you?” She asked, taking a step fully into the kitchen.
“Yes. But, I have learned to not fear the scarecrows, but have become them." Jonathan spoke up.
“Well, that is better than fearing them, isn’t it?” Y/N smiled.
Jonathan nodded.
“So, are you gonna give me a hug, or just stand there?” Y/N asked, opening her arms, awaiting a hug.
Jonathan didn’t hesitate, he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist. Digging his head into her neck, breathing in the scent of lavender and coconut. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, hiding her face in his chest.
“I missed you so much.” He mumbled.
“I missed you too.” Y/N spoke, gently letting him go, keeping her arms around him.
Soon, there was an awkward silence, as they both just stared at each other. Y/N tilted her head, leaning in to brush her lips against Jonathan’s, but was interrupted when their noses bumped together, making them both giggle, and the awkwardness fades away. Then the moment his lips hit hers, Y/N began to kiss back.
She pulled away from him gently.
“Let’s get out of here” He mumbled against her lips.
Opening her eyes, she looked up at him, his eyes still closed as his hair gently tickled her cheeks.
“Where would we go?” She asked quietly, softly gazing as he slowly opened his eyes.
“Anywhere from here. Away from Gotham.” Jonathan spoke, nudging her nose with his.
“As long as I am with you, I’d go anywhere with you.” Jonathan looked down at her confused.
“You’d go anywhere? What about your father?” Jonathan asked, tilting his head.
“Who cares? As long as I get out of this place." Y/N spoke, letting go of Jonathan and heading to the stove, turning off the burner.
Turning around, she gave a small smile towards Jonathan, “Would you like noodles to go, to wherever we are going?”
Jonathan nodded and Y/N grabbed plastic tableware, dumping a good amount for the both of them in.
“If you would like new clothes, I bet my dad has something that might fit you.” Y/N spoke, pointing to her father's room while adding butter to the noodles.
A bit later, Jonathan came out wearing a gray button-up and some black pants. Keeping the same shoes and potato bag draped over his shoulder.
Y/N closed the lid of the tableware and placed it in a small bag.
“I am going to pack a few necessities, then we can go before my dad comes back and you can tell me all about how you got out.” She spoke, before pressing a kiss on his cheek and heading to her room.
Y/N went into her room and grabbed a duffle bag, filling it with a couple of pairs of clothes, bathroom necessities, snacks, books, phone, phone charger, and her notebook. She then walked to her closet and pulled a wood floorboard apart from the floor, picking up a box of Y/N's secret stash of money. She then zipped up the bag and grabbed new clothes to wear. Not thinking it was okay to go out to who knows where and be only dressed in an oversized sweater and sweatpants. She got dressed in something a bit warmer and grabbed her bag and walked out her room door, closing it behind her.
She then walked back to the kitchen, seeing Jonathan, standing and waiting.
“I am ready, are you?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.
Jonathan nods with a smile, “Let’s get out of here.”
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Thanks! :) could you do preferences for the Gotham characters finding out he reader is an actress? (you can decide if you want them to have a romantic relationship with the reader or not) including Selina and Ivy if you can.
Jim Gordon He would be shocked but not entirely suprised. Jim would have picked up on little hints here and there to figure out on the reader has had some former theater performance in them. Singing (well) in the shower. Doing inpersonation of characters and probably being able to lie to him. Little things of course. Maybe his even seen you on tv and thought he had seen the readers face before. Jim: So that time I made that reference about you in that movie, you just decided to play it off? Reader: I pulled it off didn’t I?
Bruce Wayne: Also not so suprised. His a bit of a detective so I don’t imagine it taking him long to pick up on certain gestures the reader does here and there. Then he becomes curious and snoops around. Finding the exact things the reader has played in. Bruce is overall inpressed. He even finds the reader cute in certain show outfits. He decided to ask the reader about it. Bruce: So what do you think about (insert tv show) Reader: Why do you ask? Bruce: Oh I was just going to complement you on your acting skills. You really pulled off that innocent girl Reader: *grins* Why haven’t you said anything until now? Bruce: I wanted to see if you would tell me.
Alfred: Is totally shocked. He dosent really have time to watch the tele unless its with the reader or Master Bruce. The reader and Alfred would spend the next couple nights viewing a few of their works. Alfred crush on the reader would develop list a little more.
Selena: Without a doubt she knew who the reader was the moment she meet them. Selena may or may have not pick pocketed the reader a view times for the pocket change. She also lets the reader know which roles they liked better over others.
Ivy: Haaaas sooo maaany questions. Whats it like? What has the reader played in? Has she ever had to kiss someone? Will literally spend several hours with the reader chatting over the actress role. Following watching some of the readers movies or tv shows.
Jerome: The minute he sees how good of an actor/liar the reader is. He decides he must have them recruited. In exchange for the readers life. Over the course of playing the damsels in distress to lure people in and kill them. Jermon developes a crush on the reader. The reader may or may not act on the part.
Oswald: He must have you preform in his club. His so happy to have the readers professional talent in the club. With each performance he falls that much more for the reader. Oswald is excited he stumbled upon the readers identity, its really helped buisness.
If there’s anyone you would like added to this just let me know! I hope this turned out okay for you anon!~Maldo
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