The Mask (M allergy)

[doggo]

Ok, here's a very silly little ficlet I wrote about Scarecrow. Because he's hot. It's un-plotty, unrealistic and all that, but I found the idea just too enjoyable to pass.

I imagine this happening somewhere after Crane is caught in the beginning of Dark Knight. I have no idea who this inspector K is. I wish it was me though!

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Scarecrow.... scarecrow... Inspector K had seen many curious and outright weird things during his carreer in Gotham City police force, but this freak, this petite, strangely graceful, even beautiful yet somehow repellent young man who insisted on being called "Scarecrow", was by far the most confusing guest he had ever had the honour to entertain in the interrogation room. His name was Jonathan Crane – Doctor Jonathan Crane, a former licenced psychiatrist and a terrorist accomplice, currently a drug dealer, and who knows what else.

"And this... thing you wear..." K pulled a ragged mask from a plastic bag. "...that used to have some sort of rebreather installed in it – the forensics wanted to have a closer look at it, but I figured we won't need it now – " K shook the the mask, turning his face away from the cloud of dust it released and coughed markedly. "Ugh! No wonder! How could anyone breathe wearing this without!"

Crane shifted on his seat, blinking his eyes, a dry laughter escaping the corner of his mouth. When K later thought about it and tried to remember, what exactly had put the thought into his head, he wondered if he had detected some sort of sign, a flick of nervousness in Crane's gaze, or perhaps that was just something he imagined to flatter himself – most likely he just wanted to see the face of the Scarecrow, he wanted to get a grip of this persona that seemed to be so important to Crane. Perhaps if he could get to Scarecrow, he could get to Crane too... and perhaps he was just curious to see the face that had ruled so many psychotic nightmares. Well, whatever the reason might have been, the next thing K did in that little room was to get up, take a couple of steps towards the straitjacket bound man, and pull the baggy mask over his head.

"Hmmm. I must say I don't agree with your fashion sense."

A phone vibrated in K's pocket. His assistant wanted to talk with him. Perhaps it was time for him to take a little break, he really craved for a smoke, and the moment of peace that comes with that. And this scarecrow could enjoy it's comfy hood for a while.

When K was about to shut the door behind him, he heard a muffled, yet forceful sound from the room. It was Crane, he had apparently sneezed. With the mask on. Yuck! He wouldn't want to touch that one anymore.

- - -

It was somewhat dissapointing yet not at all suprising that at this point the contents of Crane's pockets and other such belongings had no help to offer for him. He had wished to find something to help him grill his subject a little and then some, he really wanted to know where this mad doctor got his drugs from. And with that he didn't mean the arsenal of pills he had prescribed to himself - apparently Crane battled a bad case of hayfever. K closed the door behind him and placed a chair beside his subject. He sat down and rubbed his chin.

"Ok... Crane... Scarecrow... birdie... whatever, I don't care. What I care about is your contacts."

At this point K had already noticed that his subject was more fidgety than before. Was this a good thing? Not just fidgety, but he was...sniffling. All the bloody time.

"Hhhh.... He'knnnght!" The sniffle after the barely contained sneeze was so thick with mucus it made K cringe. What was happening inside that mask? The sniffles had become almost panicky, separated by a short, shaky breath, like a gasp, growing stronger and higher in pitch every time. K pulled the mask off, just in time to wittness a wet, fiercely loud sneeze that sprayed droplets of saliva all over him. "Hee-ETCHOWWWH!"

"Christ!" K yelped, and bounced off his seat, waving his hands around, sickened. "That is fucking disgusting. Oh... fuck!"

He turned to look at Crane, who was wearing that odd, sheepish smile on his face that in itself was made K a bit uneasy. But with the way his face looked now... K wasn't sure if to laugh or cry.

"You look like shit! Ahhh... do I really need to... oh crap. I'll get some paper."

There was a sink in the corner of the room, and luckily some paper towels. K took one, Crane was still sniffling thickly.

"Are you.... you poor bastard, are you allergic to your own mask?" K asked, while mopping the underside of Crane's nose. Some sneeze, that. The man looked pitiful, with his big, blue eyes reddened and welling, his runny nose twitching and nostrils quivering. "This is not good."

"You... please... Huh... Hetttcsht!" A liquid sniffle followed. He had only one eye open, apparently his eyes were itching badly. "Please can you get me my medicine."

"Hmmm. Perhaps I just will... I'll take a coffee break while at it. See you later if I can help you."

Before he could as much as try to resist, K had pulled the mask back over Crane's head. "Hetttschigh!" There was a muffled groan, when the aftershocks of the sneeze shook his shoulders.

"Try not to ruin that thing, it's a piece of evidence, you know."

- - -

Inspector K didn't hurry back. Actually, he would have preferred to stay away even longer, but of course there were risks to consider. And work to do, of course. Work.

Back in the interrogation room, Crane had slumped on his chair, his chin resting against his chest. He was still sniffling but the sound was more like a strangled, slurpy whistle; it didn't sound like it helped him much anymore. But he straightened up quickly upon hearing the door open, turning his head. He must have really waited for K.

"So how is our sniffly boy doing?"K asked, pulling the hood off.

Crane looked awful. Bright, water-like snot was trailing down from his painfully red, quivering nostrils, wetting his lips that looked irritated too. His nose looked red and swollen, and was in a state of continuous movement – twitching and trembling, and his lips as well, as if any of that would really help to soothe the merciless ithing. His eyes were red and puffy, tears flowing down his cheeks. " Hee'ettchoo! " He sneezed, spraying all over himself. "Heeh..HE'ttttschaow!"

"Oh no no no, you shold be careful this time, I'm tired of cleaning you up. Now. Your contacts."

Crane had tilted his head back, like that would help him to keep his dignity – which was frankly impossible at this point. "Please, could you give me my..." he slurred with a thick voice, punctuated by sounds of powerless snivelling and swallowing his own mucus.

"So you need medicine to wear this stupid rag? I'd love help you but first we'll talk a bit about your contacs."

Even when it came from between those barely cracked, puffy eyelids, Crane's gaze made K uneasy. It was still piercing, not matter how red his eyes were. Suddenly he really wanted to pull that mask back on him. Eventually Crane closed his eyes, another dry laughter rising from his chest, but this time it teased some coughts out too.

"Your breath is wheezing."

"Ye..he.... Hesscht! He! Yes, I am... asthmatic," he stated calmly.

Well fuck, that made things more difficult. K couldn't afford to really hurt this man either. But, gotta grill when the iron is hot, right?

"That's bad. Well, I'll help you. Just first... I want to know about the people you trade with. Let's talk about that other drug. The nasty one."

- End -

Edited October 19, 2011 by pig

[VoOs]

Bwahaha! Ohh, this is lovely. So very lovely in all its evilness. *cackle*

A most enjoyable read, pig, darling. Thank you very much for sharing!

Also: Damn, I love it when you end your spellings with a "-igh!" /random

Edited March 13, 2011 by VoOs

[haeeshoo]

Ok, here's a very silly little ficlet I wrote about Scarecrow.

A "sicklet" sounds more like it

What a sadistic inspector K.

Lovely story

[pinknose]

heeeello Scarecrow~

That was freakin' awesome, seriously! Awesome!

[SterlingSilver]

O_O.. this is... SO.. GOOD.. *huggle Crane* THE POOR THING!.... But it's so GREAT when he's at the mercy of K .. OMG, continue this if you can, please! I LOVE IT! <3

[JenJen]

Scarecrow!!! Wow, all the Batman stuff here is going to spoil me rotten.

What a sexy little story. Poor Dr. Crane, just being left to suffer like that. But his sneezes were delicioussssss.