Sending Out Resumes
Sending Out Resumes
Chapter Number: 01/??
Story Summary: After getting out of Arkham, Jonathan Crane gets a new job.
Chapter Summary: Dr. Crane sends out resumes
DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Harry Potter, Batman Begins/Dark Knight, or anything related to them.
Date (Upload Date): 02/15/11
Date (2011 Calendar Date): 02/08
So in this universe, Scarecrow’s part in The Dark Knight never happened. Now he’s getting off on good behavior. I'm giving you all FAIR WARNING:
The main pairing for this story is Jonathan Crane/Harry Potter. If you don't like reading slash, stop reading the story before it's to late.
Getting dosed with his own fear gas had sucked. He had an antidote of course – he took them regularly just in case – but he had been due for another soon, so the gas still had a small effect on him. Just enough to get him sentenced to Arkham instead of Blackgate.
Getting tazed in the face hadn’t been fun either. He would have tracked Ms. Rachael Dawes down after getting out, if Gotham’s newest costumed villain – the Joker – hadn’t killed her first. Jonathan made a mental note to thank the clown before he left.
Ah, yes, he was leaving. Dr. Catheryn Lowe had declared him cured. Personally, he thought she was the one who needed to be in the Asylum. Warden Sharp had likely thought it amusing to place him with the doctor that replaced him.
She was one of the creepiest doctors in Arkham, and that was including Dr. Harleen Quinzel. Dr. Quinzel may have had a grating, whiney voice on top of her strange obsession/crush on the Joker, but that was nothing compared to the creepy vibes that Lowe gave off, or her smile.
“No one will hire me,” Jonathan Crane said. “I’m crazy, remember?”
“You’re leaving in a month,” Dr. Lowe told him. She smiled and patted his arm. “And you never know. Someone might.” He looked at her like she was crazier than he was. She only smiled back. He sighed, picking up the pen, and began filling out the first resume.
“What do I put for the address? I doubt they’ll find ‘Arkham Asylum’ amusing,” he said a few minutes later.
“Here.” She handed him a piece of paper with a P.O. Box number on it. “That’s paid for, for the next three months.” The smile was back.
Jonathan wasn’t sure how she hadn’t been killed by one of the patients yet. Then again, he wasn’t entirely sure killing her would work. Someone that creepy couldn’t possibly be completely
human. She smiled again as he began filling out another resume.
To Be Continued
Next Date (2011CD) for this Story: 02/19