Doctor Jonathan Crane (nightmareserum) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-06-03 02:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | scarecrow |
Who: Jonathan Crane (OTA)
NPCs: Thomas the Thug
Where: Ivy's (now Jonathan's) Gardens, then lab
When: June 03, 2012
What: Jonathan and Thomas talk while inspecting the gardens...and then the fly trap gets revenge.
Rating: PG
“Do you miss her?” Thomas asked as he stood next to Jonathan, chewing on a toothpick, looking over the gardens his boss had been left in charge of.
“Mm, a bit. As a friend,” he said, looking at Thomas out of the corner of his eyes. “It was nothing more then that, so stop the wheels turning in your brains.”
“Can’t help an old man for trying, she seemed an interesting match for you,” Thomas said, smirking slightly. “Better then the two you have your mind wrapped around.”
“Pam was nothing more then that romance you have in the summer when your girlfriend is away,” Jonathan said, forging into the gardens, pushing aside large banana leaves gently. “Warm, passionate, and fleeting. All the more sweeter because you know it is so short, only a handful of precious moments.”
“And that’s enough for you?” Thomas asked.
“It has to be, there’s nothing else. I won’t stop loving him...them just because of a pretty face,” Jonathan said.
“Jonathan, I have known you since the day you were born,” Thomas said after a moment of silently following him. “I watched you grow up, saw the moments that turned you into the man you are today...I know you...” he trailed off.
“And?” Jonathan asked, turning to look at the man behind him, raising an eyebrow.
“You’re losing yourself to these people,” Thomas said, staring at the boy he had watched and cared for over these past thirty-three years. “Ever since you brought me here to Gotham when you were nineteen I’ve seen you lose yourself piece by piece to this town and its people.”
Jonathan scoffed, turning away. “Don’t be ridiculous, Thomas. It’s just change, happens to all of us,”
“You’re obsessed!” Thomas said, grabbing Jonathan’s arm.
Jonathan stared at the hand around his arm in shock, surprised Thomas actually touched him, something the older man hadn’t done in years, too used to playing the part of subservient to Jonathan’s Scarecrow.
“Let go of me,” he hissed.
“No. Not until you stand still and listen to me, you’re losing control. You’re obsessed with that stupid girl and that narcissistic, idiotic man, you’re obsessed with research...you’re obsessed with the idea that you’re better than everyone else just because you can terrorize them with a handful of chemicals.”
“Enough, stop this!” Jonathan said, jerking way from Thomas.
The plants around them shifted, responding to Jonathan’s emotions. They didn't have the same connection they did to Pam, but she had ordered them to obey him, and with the blood the small flytrap in his lab had taken the plants could feel him, read him. Vines shot out around Thomas, jerking the man up into the air, binding him tightly.
“Oh this is interesting...” Jonathan said, smirking slightly.
“Jonathan...” Thomas growled, warningly.
“Oh relax, I’m letting you down,” Jonathan said, pulling the scythe off of his back, using the full reach of the weapon to rest the blade against several of the vines’ limbs. “Release him!” Jonathan yelled to the garden, unsure how to actually make them do as he wished. “Or I will cut him down, and it will hurt,”
The vines quivered for a moment, tightening around thomas before suddenly untangling from the man, dropping him onto the ground. Thomas groaned, rolling over onto his back, staring up at the younger man. “You couldn’t have added gently to that?”
Jonathan smirked, re-attaching the scythe to the handle on the back of his jacket. “Nope, now get up, old man, we do have work to do,”
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Jonathan sat in the lab Pam had given him, staring at the figures, his mind turning over Thomas words almost endlessly, giving himself a violent shake of the head, trying to banish the thoughts, before him before turning his attention to the plant he had bred with the fear toxin genetics, sighing. He had promised the plant to Pam, and even though she was gone, it made no sense to not finish the project, if at least for a welcome home gift would she ever return.
Slipping a mask over his face he stood, nose to flower with the flower, staring at it. “Alright, spray,” he said, before poking at the plant. “Spray...spra-ay,” he kept poking it, hoping to agitate the flower into spraying him with the fear toxin infused pollen as it was designed to do.
The problem was, this plant was bred from the Fly Trap who hated him, and much like it’s parent, there was no love lost between him and this small plant. “Spray, god damnit!” he said, shaking the plant before sighing, and standing, pulling off the mask, tossing it across the room and running his hands agitatedly through his hair.
There was a sound behind him, nothing more then ruffling leaves, but it caused Jonathan to turn and look at the small plant, who promptly sprayed him in the face with a puffy cloud of fear gas and pollen.
“You...little...bitch...” Jonathan muttered, coughing, glaring at the plant as birds filled his vision, the other man slowly collapsing, screaming.