Batman Fanfic: WantWant
Scarecrow x Riddler Slash
All characters belong to DC comics.
It was an odd word to him. It didn't fall well from his tongue and was uncomfortable passing through his thoughts.
He knew what it meant of course. Want, to desire, to crave, to wish for. His vocabulary was far from limited, wants were simply not something he experienced often. Needs were important, he was required to sleep, it was necessary to eat, and he had to continue his research at all costs. Those were all simply the compulsions of living life.
Wants were frivolous and foolish.
The opposite of fear, and fear was all the Scarecrow cared about.
So Jonathan Crane did not bother himself with such things. Perhaps that was why someone so consumed with want caught his eye.
"For want of a nail, a shoe was lost."
The Nursery rhyme, barely whispered, echoed off the concrete walls like the words of ghosts . The yellow
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Scarecrow x Riddler Slash
All characters belong to DC comics.
It was a word he was more then familiar with. Want of attention, knowledge, acclamation, it drove his every choice and action, he was well aware of the fact. He didn't consider it a weakness, far from it. It was encouragement and excuse to play out his skills. Whether with word or invention, by achievement, or cheating, it didn't matter.
Edward Nygma got what he wanted.
The world was full of challenges to him and he was determined to take the prize one way or another. Still there was one trophy that alluded him, so far at least. Every time the Bat threw him into the hell hole where lesser idiots came to die he would be reminded. Across the mess hall or in the yards he would watch his target, one of the few bright spots of interest in the darkness. He had not failed to take his claim, no, opportunity had yet
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Ridder x Scarecrow Slash
I own no one, if I did the DC Universe would be a hell of a lot gayer. So its probably for the best.
The alarms began at exactly 2:13 am, a sound so common it was no more distracting then that of a distant police siren. Not a single inmate gave the blinking lights in the dark more then a glance or a fleeting thought of who had caused it.
Who it was fleeing from Arkham Asylum tonight?
The plan took almost a week to put together, casual seeming chatter over a chessboard. The guards had not picked up on the double meanings whispered under breath, and now they paid for it.
They screamed, at the top of their lungs, clutching and scratching at their clothes. They were being attacked, set aflame, crawled over, or at least that's what they thought. In truth they were only wriggling on the floor, fighting off their imaginary enemies.
"How long are you going to stare at them?" A mans voice broke through
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Riddle me this Professor.
Riddler x Scarecrow
Jonathan Crane hadn't cared for much over his lifetime but he had always loved the subject of psychology. He adored everything about it, dissecting a man's mind without so much as a scalpel, poring over the volumes of bizarre behavior of hundreds upon hundreds of case studies, observing every little social choice and interaction as a road map to past horrors and future doubts. To think his career was dedicated to the most magnificent innovation in human history. He was paid to analyze it, expand its applications and teach others with the results. Oh he enjoyed the teaching, never had there been a time he was not only allowed but encourage to talk about his favorite subject in as much detail as he could manage.
It was the students he hated.
By god, he hated them. He hated the the ones who coasted by in the back rows, barely doing enough work to keep their athletic scholarships. He hated the ones up front who pandered to him,
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Dick rolls his eyes, trying to emulate Batman’s utter stoicism as the Batmobile rumbles on through the night. The road to Arkham is icy and treacherous at this time of year, so they aren’t hurtling along as usual. It is taking forever.
Behind him in the backseat, Riddler and Scarecrow continue to gripe at each other like children.
“If you hadn’t left a riddle we wouldn’t—”
“Of course I left a goddamn riddle, are you kidding? Why would you team up with me in the first place if you were so certain—”
“I honestly don’t know. I honestly do not know why I would put up with you for three weeks just for those damned notes—I could’ve just paid someone to br
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Riddle Me This, Professor.
Scarecrow x Riddler
Teacher x Student
Name: Edward Nashton
He answered to it anyway.
There wasn't much in the student file he'd take at face value. This kid was smart, but more importantly he devious. There was no doubt he might have found a way to change things to get what he wanted.
And he seemed to get what he wanted.
According to his records he'd been at Gotham University for three years already, but that was most likely a lie as well. Someone as loud as him would have lit up the staff gossip circles and he would have heard something at some point.
It didn't matter, Jonathan Crane was well versed in reading people, and that included truths.
Edward didn't come to the next class with the same showmanship he brought to the last but he still made sure to answer every question and keep the other students' eyes on him. And again he stayed after the rest of the co-eds had gone on to mor
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But then he saw him.
The boy seemed younger-he was smaller than the rest of the children-but he looked the most eager for the anticipated treat. While the little Batmen and Robins clamored around him, this little guy stood, eyes fixed on the door as if he could open it by sheer forc
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The soft sound of a midnight rain pattered above him, but that was all.
After about a minute, the Master of Fear's fingers relaxed their death grip on the covers and he rested his head in his hands, trying to ignore the cold sweat dripping down his back.
His old nightmare was back. The one where he was still a boy, still innocent, staring up into the deathly rafters of an old chapel as a thousand beady eyes stared back at him, and then descended, beaks open and about to
"No." he said aloud, his voice sounding hoarse as if he really had been screaming.
"No. No. No."
Jonathan pressed a hand against his chest as if he could slow his rapidly beating heart by force. He felt sick and disoriented, irrational dread robbing him of the ability to think straight.
As if on au
Riddles and TerrorJonathan Crane sat in the only piece of furniture in his cell-an off-white chair bolted to the floor-and tried to concentrate all of his energies on wriggling out of the straight-jacket that bound him.Riddles and Terror3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He knew in the back of his mind that it would be nearly impossible to get out of this one as the straps had been tightened to almost full capacity, but he needed something to both stave off boredom and keep his arms from completely falling asleep.
Down the hall in another cell, an inmate screamed.
It had given him power, made them all fall to their knees before him.
And it had landed him here.
But fear would get him out again.
He just had to wait for the right opportunity
"You must be incredibly bored."
The Scarecrow's head snapped up and he looked about for the owner of the voice. He couldn't find it, but snapped back instinctively.
"What makes you say that?"
"Well, knowing that you've been in here for over a month and the only form of mental stimul
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"Edward, I said, stop it!"
"I'm not touching you I'm not touching you "
"Yeah, well, I'm going to be touching you in a second!!"
"OW!! GET OFF!!"
"I WILL KICK YOU!"
"I DON'T CARE! wait WAIT! OH NO!"
*CRASH tinkle, tinkle, tinkle *
"THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS!"