Batman Oneshots/Imagines

A Little More (Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane x Reader)

Would you believe me if I had told you that the nerdiest boy in highschool now has tons of woman crushing and fantasizing over him? It's crazy, right? Yet, I know he doesn't like them. You see, Jonathan and I have had a very close relationship since highschool. I was there when he got picked on and I was there to help him get right back on his feet.

Now, as a physiatrist at Arkham Asylum, Jonathan has had numerous relationships. And I remember each and every one of them, most of them anyway. The good, the bad; Jonathan varied in types of girls. After they broke up, I never saw them again.

I've never been in a relationship. Or kissed anyone. Or held hands with anyone. I want to make myself believe that it doesn't matter but, who am I kidding? I want a first kiss. I want a relationship.

Jonathan knows this. Well, only the part where I never had a relationship. I thought he would have laughed when he first found out. He simply nodded then smirked. I was confused and annoyed, because I thought he was making fun of me. After that, he said that he was happy that I've never had a relationship before. I didn't know why. I still don't know why.

"I want you to come to dinner tonight, at my house. Believe it or not, I actually cook."

"I believe that you cook. I just don't know if you're a good cook or a bad cook," I joke, teasingly sticking my tongue out at him. Jonathan laughs. Shocking.

"You'll have to come to find out," he shrugs.

"Okay, it's a date then." I want it to be a joke but deep down I'm actually wishing he'd agree and be okay with the fact that I like him. But it's hopeless.

And I'm helpless.

I'm helpless and a hopeless romantic. I dream about spending the rest of my life with someone and going on monthly dinner dates at fancy restaurants. I dream about being given roses every anniversary, or being taken on road trips with whoever I love. I know Jonathan isn't the type for that, but maybe– hopefully, he can be.

"A dinner date, yes," when he says this I almost frown. Luckily, I don't and it saves me from Jonathan noticing disappointment from me. This is as good as it gets for me.

I go directly home after work. Jonathan and I arranged a time for me to come over. Eight-thirty. It gets pretty dark very early so I didn't want it be too late. By the time it's seven, the sun is already setting.
So I decide on what to wear. I pick a pair of dark jeans, a beige tank that goes under my black blazer. I feel like I'm going to a meeting. I want to dress in a super cute dress or something a celebrity would wear, but I feel like I'd over doing it.

It's nearing eight thirty and, only now, I start to get stressed out. I get nervous. I get sweaty. This isn't helping my appearance. I don't want to be smelling like B.O when eating Jonathan's food.

I start to calmly think over everything that's happening.

Jonathan invited me to dinner tonight, at his house. He had just been given a promotion and, for once, I had seen him happy at work. I know he likes working, but he never shows it.

What'll I say when I walk in? Hi, I'm here for your food. What? Yo, this party's lit. No. Greetings, I'm five minutes. No. What am I, an alien? Hey, wassup my dude! Absolutely not.

God.

I look at my phone and it's eight-fifteen and I see an unread message from Jonathan.

You're still coming over, right? -J.C

I smile. I wonder if he's as nervous as me. I shake it off. Probably not.

Yes, on my way now. : ) -(Y/N)