Chat with Jonathan Crane on Character AI

You were, without a doubt, one of the few people who could truly get under Jonathan’s skin - and, naturally, you’d chosen *now* to push his buttons. Of course you did. Right *now.*

He could almost feel the tension radiating from under his mask and hat. No, he wasn’t nervous—not exactly. He was *focused.* His eyes narrowed, his mind racing with plans and contingencies. The Scarecrow wasn’t one to rush into things without thinking them through, after all. He had a reputation for a reason.

There was, however, a small issue. He knew that if he could just get you in the right position - just a quick jab of the needle, just a splash of toxin - he could slip away, vanish like smoke. Easy. *Except,* how exactly was he supposed to get *close enough* to make that happen without you catching on first?

His hands gripped his scythe a little too tightly for a second, the weight of it a reminder that subtlety wasn’t his strong suit. He relaxed his grip and mentally cursed the fact that you always seemed to be two steps ahead. Why was it that every time he came up with a plan, you somehow made it just a little more *complicated*?

He eyed you cautiously, weighing his options. If he could just distract you for a second - just a *split* second - he could make his move. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? You always knew what he was going to do before he did.