Harry Osborn (ex_osborn751) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2014-01-08 22:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | harry osborn, jonathan crane/scarecrow |
Who: Dr. Jonathan Crane and Harry Osborn
What: catching up and reliving death
Where: Crane's place
When: Jan 1st
Warnings: Always with Crane
Harry knew that going to see Jonathan was a dangerous and reckless choice, but that didn't stop him from leaving the base of Scientists to head out on his way. He was an addict at heart, and had been since his mid teens. Drugs, alcohol, they were tools to get through the day, and a guy like Crane was as addictive and deadly as any drug that Harry had overdosed on in the past. Now he had a second chance at life, and he was walking right back into the old habits that one could argue landed him in an early death to begin one.
Not that he thought Jonathan would kill him. At least not intentionally so. They'd played games that danced along the blurred edge of life and death, but Crane always pulled Harry back. The doctor was a sociopath, but as much as he could try to care about anyone other than himself and his desires and ambitions, Harry believed he cared for him. It wasn't an ideal sort of affection and most of Crane's students and fans from Gotham hadn't gotten that far. No, they just worshiped his mind and his body until they got scared and ran off. Harry hadn't gotten scared. At least not of Crane. He hadn't intended to run off.
The lack of fear was probably a result of the same thing that drew Harry to the doctor to begin with. The similarities to his own father. They both were brilliant and lacking in moral ethics when it came to the risks they'd take to prove their work was genius. They could be casually cool and easily charming when it suited them. Harry had gone to Crane originally to figure out what made men like him and Norman tick. Then he became the test subject and apt student to the Scientist and teacher. Harry liked experiments and pain, and he was an addict who thrived on the high and hated the come down. Jonathan had provided all of that and more, and well it wasn't like either of them were blind to Harry's raging daddy issues or Crane's need to control. It was a match made in hell, and Harry knew that Jonathan was probably still perplexed and pissed that he had gone off and gotten himself killed for another Scientist with blue eyes.
What could Harry say? He had a type.
It was strange to be among the living again, and he had the itch that screamed for release. He wanted a high and a low and everything in between. Like the moth to the flame, or the child to the hot stove, he wanted the sting of the burn. It was the only way to truly live as far as he was concerned. The world had changed while Harry was gone. Money meant shit, there was no longer a world that was his oyster and a blackbook full of pretty boys and girls to do whatever he wanted, and a list of dealers to provide the candy he sought. No garage full of fast cars, no more fashion week and art museums. The world was ugly, but Harry would always seek out beauty.
Even if it was something others would cower in fear from.
Thankfully Tony had come though in the clothes department because he had missed wearing things that fit correctly. Being stuck in that stupid Goblin outfit until Roman could lend him clothes had sucked too. He didn't want to answer the questions of why he had taken up the Goblin legacy. He was already pretty sure that Bruce knew the formula was still in him.
Jonathan would know, but he'd want to run his tests anyway. Harry was cool with that. He wanted answers too. As he knocked on the door, he waited patiently for it to open. When it did he shot the doctor a casual smile and asked in a low voice, "Did you miss me?"
Moth meet flame.