Imagine- A One-shot Collection

Blackwater- Jonathan Crane (Batman Begins) Pt. 2~ Fear Me

𝕊𝕞𝕦𝕥 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘

Jonathan checked into Arkham for his next appointment with Blackwater, or, Y/N. But he had something to take care of first. During his last visit, he had seen how the guards treated her, and he would not let that stand.

After checking in, the same two guards greeted him and came to escort him to his room. But he didn't want to go there just yet. "Do you mind stopping by the confiscated items office first?" he asked. "I would like to see if I can get more information on Y/N Y/L/N without interrogating it out of her."

One guard looked to the other, who shrugged. "I suppose that's fine."

Jonathan smirked as they redirected towards the office. Once there, one guard held the door open for him while the other followed him inside. Jonathan looked around at all the confiscated weapons and artefacts, but he wasn't interested in any of them.

Instead, he turned around and watched the guards close the door as he reached into his pocket.

"Alright, follow me to Blackwater's things," The first guard said.

However, Jonathan chuckled and shook his head. "I'm afraid that won't be necessary..."

The guards turned to him, confused. "What do you mean?" the second one asked.

Jonathan pulled a bomb from his pocket and threw it between the guards. But instead of exploding, gas began to hiss out of it. From his other pocket, Jonathan procured a small gas mask and strapped it on so as to not breathe any of the chemicals.

He watched with glee as the guard's pupils dilated and their breathing quickened. Then came the wails of terror.

"Please, please!" "Help me!"

"No one's coming," Jonathan cooed, grabbing a mallet off of one of the shelves of confiscated items. "You just sound like another one of the inmates at the asylum, the inmates you love to push around because you hold power over them here." Jonathan kicked the guards to the ground and backed them into the corner as he sneered at them. "Well, how does it feel to be completely powerless beneath my hand? How does it feel to be one of them?"

The only response Jonathan received was whimpers of fear.

He rolled his eyes at them. "Pathetic." Then, he brought the mallet down on both of them, smashing their skulls in.

He wiped his hands and stepped out of the confiscated items office, taking off his gas mask and locking the door. He then proceeded down to the room where he would be meeting with Y/N.

When he opened the door, she was already waiting for him, her big, beautiful eyes staring him down as he approached the table.

"You're back," she stated, an eyebrow raised.

Jonathan pursed his lips and placed his hand on his chair, but did not sit. "Well, of course I am. You and I have... unfinished business."

Y/N looked at him knowingly. "Hanging out with all of us crazies is making you insane," she told him.

"Oh, darling, please, I went insane long ago," he purred, making his way over to her.

She bit her lip at this and sighed. "Don't you have to ask me a few questions or some shit?"

"I told you before, I use some unorthodox methods," he reminded her. "And with you, I think I'm going to experiment a bit more than usual."

He was leaning over her now, his face only inches away from hers. She reached out to him and placed her hand on his chest, sliding it down until she reached the waistline of his pants. "I've done this dance so many times before, doctor, with so many different kinds of people," she whispered. "It will be hard to 'experiment' with me."