Jonathan Crane is the (strawman) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-06-23 19:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *log, becky lyons, jonathan crane |
Gotham City: Crane & Becky
Who: Jonathan Crane & Becky Lyons
What: A five year jump
Where: Gotham City
When: This week!
Warnings/Rating: Nothing to speak of.
It was to be an ordinary trip back to Gotham City from their visit through to Marvel, but something quite out of the ordinary happened.
Their first clue should have been the fact that the door was slightly different. You wouldn't have noticed it unless you were looking closely, and the differences weren't enough that he took any notice of it himself. So they went through to a Gotham that was similar, but not quite, the Gotham they were used to.
Crane recognized it, however, after only a few hours spent there. It was where he was from, the world unchanged as he had left it, and wasn't this a blessing in disguise? No, there were no doors to take them back to the Gotham they had become familiar with in the last months, but at that point, Crane simply didn't care. This place didn't know him as a villain, had no expectations about him other than the ones he set from that day forward, and here? Here he could be who he wished. He could go back to school, could finish the degree that he had been aching to return to since showing up in that wasteland of a Gotham he had woken up in. Here? He could be someone that mattered.
The apartment that had been his when he had been here before was still there, and though it was small and not that well maintained, it was a home for them to share. He went back to school to finish his degree, though it took a sharp turn into pharmacology along with his previous interest in psychiatry, a mix of the two together that left him giddy and excited. A job at a lab came after that, working on breakthrough psychiatric drugs, and it was here that Crane began to play. Yes, it was a pair of old shoes he was slipping into, and maybe there was no avoiding the path to becoming Scarecrow, but he simply didn't care. He researched, he played, and he created.
As time passed, Becky continued to remain by his side. He wasn't sure why at times, with all the warnings she had been given before they had left, but he didn't question her feelings. It was true enough that he was fond of her, incredibly so, but relationships were simply not something he knew much about. She was the first, and a quiet part of him hoped she would be the last. Bit by bit, he started to open up to her, the things that he was researching, the things that he was creating. If she liked the best parts of him, then she also needed to accept the worst parts of him. He knew he wasn't a good person, not deep down, but if she could see past that and know that he would never cause her harm, then perhaps it would be enough. She didn't run from him, and he didn't push her away, and they continued on like that, growing closer, getting to know one another even more.
Nearly five years passed in total before the door opened for them again, and this time, when they returned, they were both different than they had been when they left. Older. Wiser. Prepared.