Imagine, you and the infamous Scarecrow have been together for about a year and a half, you are the only thing he truly cares about, well you and his villainous ways. What happens when you make a mistaken and get exposed to his fear inducing toxin? Requested by @Otaku_trash8
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You find yourself alone in your boyfriend's massive underground compound, it's almost all made of concrete and has a lab, chemical vats and a few rooms off to the side like one with a mattress which is the bedroom, that's where you are. The room is rather small, you think it was supposed to be a closet of some sort. The only thing in the room other then the cold concrete walls and floor is the mattress. It's in rather poor condition with a few springs popping out of it and stuffing falling from the sides, but you and your boyfriend share and it feels like a cloud when you at next to him, but right now he is away so it feels more like nails.
I should tell you who your boyfriend is, chemical vats, an underground compound under the Narrows, your boyfriend is the infamous criminal, the fear reaper, Scarecrow, or Jonathan Crane but he doesn't like it when you call him his name. He is Gotham's personal fear bringer but to you, to you he is your entire world, the love you've been craving for so long. He is only really nice to you, but since he isn't a "normal" boyfriend he has trouble showing affection and other things but you don't mind. You love him the way he is, clinically insane, amazingly intelligent, and dashingly handsome. He and his crew are out placing timed bombs in apartment buildings around Gotham City, they've been at it for days. The bombs carry Scarecrow's titular fear toxin, one that you have never been exposed to but you've seen how people act when they are and you wouldn't wish that upon your worst enemy
You stand up from the bed of nails and stretch, yawning. It's around 4:00 pm so you are a bit hungry for dinner, you walk across the concrete floor with socks on, they slide a little but without them the coldness from the concrete would be to much to. You don't have to walk far since like mentioned the room is small, you open the creaky door and make your way to a mini fridge in the corner of the main room, the main room has a couch, a very old leaky sink, tables filled with lab gear and of course the fridge and a few cabinets with food, Scarecrow doesn't eat much so it's pretty low stocked. A soda can, expired yogurt and a slice of pizza with a bite taken out, you opt for the pizza. The life of being the partner to a major criminal is kind of hard but anytime you think of the cons you remember the huge pro, you have him in your life and that's all that matters.
You sit on the dusty couch and look at the pizza, you don't know if you want it or not. You kick your feet up on the wooden coffee table by the couch and lean back. It isn't long until you eyes lock on a little box, it's small, almost like a ring box. It rest on the coffee table and you are immediately curious. Is Scarecrow planning on proposing!? Probably not...but maybe. What if? Thoughts run through your head, you aren't sure weather to open the box or not. If it is what you think then opening it is definitely an invasion of privacy, but he left it there for a reason right? Maybe he wants you to open it since he knew he was going to be away for a while or maybe he will be pissed if you do. Well you won't tell him, if it is what you think it is.
You slowly sit up from the couch, removing your feet from the coffee table and pick up the box, it's heavy, definitely the same weight a ring will be, maybe that's where he is, planning a wedding for you, not destroying the city. But that's so unlike him, don't get me wrong he treats you nicely but weddings have never been something he ever brought up before, plus when it comes between destroying the city and getting married he would choose the first option. You hold the box in your hand for a little while longer, your heart beating fast you are so giddy, like a child but you can't help it, you love this man so much so if he wants to marry you you can't not know. You heart pounds and you slowly open the box.
Before you can even catch a glimpse of whatever could be in the petit box, you are bombarded with a thick white, greenish mist that shoots from the box, you stumble back onto the couch and the couch falls backwards your heart beat picks up but not in a good way, in a pure panic, your eyes dilate and widen and you start to sweat, the room is twisting and turning, you look at your hands, you grow hellish claws and your skin bubbles, you let out a scream.
"Help! Help please!" You can't piece together what quite happened, you aren't in the right state of mind. Nobody is around to help you. You look at the ladder leading up out of the compound, what's coming down it is a demon, with horns and a distorted face and malformed body, you screech as it approaches you then disappears, you look around and slowly back toward the corner of the room, your back touches against a cold concrete wall which makes you scream more. Hands with claws come down from the roof and rise from the floor making deep clawing noises, you cover your ears and fold into a ball, you keep yelling nonsense. You here clattering coming from above and cry, the demons are coming to get you, you close your eyes tight and hear the door for the compound open, you are crying heavily, holding your knees and shaking. Hands feel like they are coming from the wall and grabbing you trying to drag you in. You see a figure walking from the ladder, they look normal at first but then you see a mask, it animates and it's eye glow, bugs surround it. You scream even louder and the figure backs away.
Scarecrow's POV:
I don't know what to do. I didn't want this, I promise it was an accident. I didn't think you would open it, quite frankly I forgot I left it there. I return to the compound after a day or so of planting fear bombs in Gotham City residential apartments, that went really well but, this is the opposite. As I approach you just screams more, your eyes look so terrified, honestly you look really beautiful like this, but I know you're in pain and no matter how pretty I think you are, it's not worth it. I back away from you, I wonder what you are seeing, what your greatest fear is. I shake that thought from my head, I need to help you, but how? I could only hope it didn't do permanent brain damage, I don't want you like this forever, well, no stop. Stop. Don't think like that. Just help her already.
I walk closer, removing the jacket part of my suit, it's a little ripped and has some hay on it, but it's better then nothing. Your pretty h/c hair is wild and your glossy e/c eyes are so wide and fearful, you look so-Stop it, please don't think of her like that, you're my partner not a random victim, you shouldn't feel this way. I am not sure what is scaring you though, if I knew your fears it would be easier. I walk a few steps closer, you screams, I back away. "Please, let me come closer I won't hurt you." I know saying this won't do anything, my voice in your mind most likely sounds like growls or yelling, well, I know for sure that's what I sounds like, I expose myself to it all the time, I'm surely immune. I hold out the jacket for you, your eyes are watery as you look at me, you scream each time I move from my position by the ladder. Wait, it's the mask, I haven't taken it off yet. I remove it a bit reluctantly.
My hair is messy like it always is out of the mask and to be frank some new scars around my face don't make me look any less scary. This isn't really me, but I'll do it for you. Your eyes flicker and move to me, you are clutching onto your knees and screaming, but less then how you were when I kept the mask on. "Shhhh, it's ok, please I promise it's ok." I walk closer, I try to give you eye contact, eyes are the key to who a person is, and maybe if you see mine you'll remember who I am. Right now I doubt you even recognize me, I doubt my face looks normal but instead looks contorted and hellish, but it's better then the mask. I am able to walk closer, past the couch which is fallen over, I pick up the ring box trap that was thrown when it sprayed you and put it in my pocket. It was meant to be put in ring stores, then when someone asked their partner to marry them, it would spray them, it's a work in progress, but I can't remember if I our mind destroying toxin in it or one that just last a few hours.
"See, i'm not going to hurt you" I have no clue how to comfort you. How do you comfort someone who's mind could very well be lost and permanently in a state a panic. You can't. I can't. Nobody can. But I need to try. You are curled up in the corner, I can't help it, you look so gorgeous like this, so tormented but so pretty. I sit down on the floor and slowly hold out my hand, you scream and so I pull away. I'm a little frustrated, why would you even open it? You should know better. Doesn't matter now. It happened and now I have to fix it. You know, I should keep an antidote around. That would be helpful. But I don't have that now so there is no point in talking about it
"Please don't hurt me...please" You say in the most delicate voice, I adore this side of you.
"I won't, it's me. Try to remember I know it's hard." I keep distance from you, you are in the corner and I'm sitting about two feet away, my jacket in my lap. I am so sorry, I don't know what to do, I really don't. Comforting people has never been my specialty. I love you I really do, but I can't help you. I really can't but I guess I have to try.
Your POV:
His eyes pierce into yours, they are blue but become red, then blue again, then red. You don't know who this man is. His face is contorted, his teeth are fangs, his hands are claws, a jacket in his lap looks like ripped off skin. He slowly extends the jacket to you and you sob. "Don't...don't...don't hurt me don't please." You are shaking, he responds in a demonic growl.
"I won't. I promise just let me come closer darling." You cover your ears with your arms, you cry softly. The demonic human itches closer and drapes the skin or jacket over you. "Shhh, close your eyes. It will help." You close them tight, why are you listening to this monster? You can hear the monster breathing, you whine and cry, you know that's probably Scarecrow, well without his mask so Jonathan. Your mind can't see him as an ally though, just an enemy. You still have your eyes closed and you feel a big tug, you scream and when you open your eyes you just see darkness. You shout and yell but then feel something patting down your hair.
"It's ok, just hold on it will be over soon I promise." Demon Jonathan is hugging you, you can feel his lap beneath you and you cry more. Your entire body is shaking and your heavy breaths make your stomach move up and down. "I'm so sorry, I am so, so sorry." He repeats over and over again, petting your head down to your lower back, his voice is still demonic but since you see nothing but darkness you can't see anything.
Scarecrow's POV:
I'm trying, I think it could be working, you stopped screaming but you are still crying, your tears have seeped through my clothes but I feel so bad it doesn't matter. In a way I did this to you, I did this to the most important person in my life. As you cry I feel the guilt rush into me, your body curled up on my lap grabbing onto me like your life depended on it makes me feel so evil, so depraved from any human emotions. How could I let this happen to an angel like you? I look down at you and ruffle your hair with my scarred hands, from years of doing this kind of stuff chemical burns have become common. "Good girl, just stay here." Your breathing is still so heavy but you body is becoming heavier, you are getting tired and relaxing.
"I'm so afraid...please don't..don't do anything." You say in a soft voice muffled by my body, you rest underneath my chin.
"I won't...I promise you I won't. Just go to sleep. I love you darling." I try to say in as delicate of a voice as I can. I kiss the top of your head, my poor poor angel. My jacket is covering your body like a blanket, you are shaking heavily and your sniffles are very audible. How could I hurt you how, how, how? I rest my head against the concrete wall as I hold you, trying to think about everything. I need to protect you, much better then I have been. I could of lost you today and I still can, I need to spend more time with you. After about thirty minutes I close my eyes and let exhaustion take over me. I fall asleep with you already asleep on my lap, I'd much rather sleep then deal with the emotions.
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Your POV:
You shift around and yawn, you stretch but your hand stretchand brushed against skin, you open you eyes slowly and look around, nothing but darkness. You move away and then see that you are on Scarecrow's lap, you smile and look up, he is fast asleep, you can't remember anything from the day before, maybe you two got drunk? Anyways you can't remember a thing. You're just glad he's back! He looks so peaceful but you see some scars on his cheeks, they are new and it worries you a little. You stay on his lap, resting you head against his chest and hanging you legs over his, this man means everything to you, not matter how evil he is, you love him. You kiss his cheek softly where the new scar is and you smile after. You shift a little more on his lap and then you can feel his legs moving, he yawns and your heart beats fast, you haven't seen him in a while so you want to talk to him, well you probably talked yesterday but you can't remember.
He immediately looks at you, you stare into his heart stopping blue eyes and smile, he looks so concerned. "What's wrong handsome?" You say in a bit of a tired voice, you are still waking up.
"Nothing, nothing. Do you remember anything? His voice is soft, which is very weird even when he is tired his voice is never this soft, it's like he is trying to comfort you, but from what.
"Not really, Is there a reason why?" You stay on his lap, it's so comfortable.
"You don't feel afraid? Everything is fine?" He asks, you are very confused.
"Of course not, why?" You stare at him, what happened? He smiles at you, you are even more confused. He kisses you suddenly, it has so much force behind it it knocks you backwards, you fall onto the concrete floor and he moves on top of you, he keeps kissing you, you blush and when he pulls away you stare at him. "You're being very affectionate what happened?" His body is against yours, your cheeks are bright red.
"Nothing. Nothing at all my love. I'm just very happy I have you in my life." He smiles again and you giggle.
"I'm happy you're in my life to! Never ever leave." You kiss him, your words can't describe how much you missed him. He pulls away and slowly pulls you up off the floor, you two are now sitting on the concrete like earlier.
"I promise, I'll always be here for you darling."
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Small A/N : if you didn't notice but I'm not sure how you couldn't I did something I don't normally ever do, the POV of the person I'm writing for. I normally absolutely hate that but I felt like it fit for this request. Also thank you for the request! If anyone has anymore read the intro for rules! I'm working on a part two for the Robert Fischer imagine and a for the Kitten one and I might do something with Emmet from A Quiet Place Part 2 but it might be a few weeks before something is published.