Hello, guys! This is my poor first attempt of a Scarecrow/OC fanfiction. My first attempt of a fanfiction at all, to be honest. I've had this idea in my mind and just couldn't stop myself from writing it down. Although, this epilogue kind of thing doesn't reveal much of the story, yet, nor the characters. And I don't know where to go with this. It's not very long, because this is just supposed to show you what kind of relationship they may have and what could possibly happen in the future, + to give you an impression and a little taste of my idea. If you have any ideas, or wishes how the story could continue feel free to tell me. Also, I'd love some feedback.
English is not my native language so I apolgize for any grammar mistakes and such.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except my OCs (which I haven't named yet, oops).
Blood made its way slowly down her back, ruining her favorite blouse. Her once flawless skin covered with bruises and gashes.
It took all her strength not to cry. Not only because of the unbearable pain in her back, but because of how miserable her life had become; how miserable she had become.
Forcefully she clenched her fists whilst she walked down the streets of Gotham, purposely ignoring the stinging pain caused by her nails digging into her palms. It couldn't get any more worse anyways.
Her speed only increased with every step she took, until she was almost running.
Why? She didn't know.
She didn't know where to go, she didn't know what to do. She was lost. Lost since the moment she had set her eyes upon him. Lost since she became a part of Jonathan Crane's twisted life─ Scarecrow's life.
She grew up without any siblings, without her parents. She only had her uncle who cared enough for her that she didn't care about the rest. She lived a happy life back then. Her uncle meant everything to her, supported her as much as possible. With his job as a professional assassin, she grew up learning how to protect herself; How to fight properly; How to defend herself; How to handle a gun or a knife.
She never wanted to be an assassin herself, though. It was more like an hobby to learn all these things, to get to know this side of the world; how brutal and ruthless people can be. Not to mention a secret hobby. She kept her whole life a secret. She had only a few friends in high school and college, but she always knew they were all she needed. She hadn't felt the urge to befriend the whole class, or worse, the whole school.
She never was the out-going type, either. Although, from time to time she attended parties with her uncle. After the 4th time, she eventually realized that those parties were for the criminals. She started recognizing men she saw on television, blowing things up and whatsoever. It was a shock first, but nothing she couldn't cope with. In the end, her uncle would have always been there to protect her, so she hadn't had to worry about that.
It was another plain day, attending yet another party when she met him the first time. She was dressed in a simple, sleeveless black dress, which reached down to her knees. Her auburn curls hang loosely down her shoulders as she politely talked to some 'business men', her uncle never leaving her side. That was when she spotted those icy blue eyes, and they never stopped haunting her ever since.
Soaked with blood and rain that started pouring down on her, she emitted a sigh as she eventually stopped walking. Azure hues glanced upward, whilst she brought her left hand up to protect her eyes from the rain. Blinking, she realized that her feet brought her to none other than Crane's apartment.
She stared up at the large building for what felt like an eternity, until she forced herself to approach it. With her gaze darted downwards, the brunette brought up a clenched fist, and knocked at the door a couple of times.
She felt how she grew weaker and weaker with every passing second, her legs barely holding her upward. She used the door frame as support while she oh so patiently waited for him to open the door.
Her eyes went up immediately as she heard the door opening. The exhaustion was written all over her face, and she knew he knew the second he set his eyes upon her fragile frame.
He only blinked at the petite girl, surprised to see her. And surprised to see her in such a state. Her clothes soaking wet, the wet curls of hers sticking to her face. She looked like a mess.
Without any invitation, she rushed past him, and into the warm and cozy apartment. At least she'd hoped it would be. In fact, it was almost as cold in there as it was outside. How he was able to live in this coldness was a mystery to her.
"Well, come in," he remarked sarcastically, which only caused her to roll her eyes. He already closed the door, and turned back around to face her back.
"I need your help," she eventually muttered, turning her head to look at him.
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