Scarecrow
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Note: This is not written by me. This is another great work by my Oro-sensei!
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It hadn't really been the toxin that had made him.
He had always been somewhere in Jonathan's mind.
Childhood fears,
the anger at his helplesness when he was beaten,
he had been with Jonathan form the very begining.
Just a voice,
a whisper in the back of his mind.
He'd grown as Jonathan grew,
sometimes stronger and sometimes weaker.
The name "Scarecrow" had come from the mocking nickname of their past.
He was stronger than Jonathan,
fiercer,
and fearless.
Everything the doctor wasn't.
He didn't usually hold it against him though.
When the Batman had given his Jonathan "a taste of his own medicine", it finally fractured their mind.
Jonathan's fear had made him strong.
given birth to a twisted moment of enjoyment of the situation.
"Dr. Crane isn't here right now, but if you'd like to make an appointment..."
He hadn't been joking either,
the toxin forcing Jonathan out until only Scarecrow had remained.
The first night of his control and he'd enjoyed it.
Except for when Dawes had tazered them.
Bitch.
Arkham,
he'd never liked the place.
Except for when Jonathan had done the experiments.
Otherwise, he hated that place.
Jonathan bore it well, even ignoring the threats some of the patients sent their way.
Then came the Joker.
And the painted clown had actually tried to "befriend" Jonathan.
The kissing,
touching,
it had disgusted Jonathan and made him angry.
Jonathan was his.
And of course Joker wanted the toxin.
It had taken a while, but the "agent of chaos" had finally gotten Jonathan to do it.
Then he dosed them with it.
Bastard.
He'd taken control and tried to claw out the clown's eyes.
Only to be pinned down and petted.
Jonathan was mentally paralized, too absorbed in the toxin to be of assistance.
And it continued that way;
bear hugs reeking of gunpowder and gasoline,
kisses like dark chocolate flavored gingivitis,
being pinned and treated like a pet.
It couldn't end well and it didn't.
But he'd be damned if the clown got Jonathan.
Jonathan was his.
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