· CALL ME OUT (SUMMER) ·

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CALL ME OUT :: SUMMER

WE'RE LIVING UNDER MIDNIGHT
LIGHTS SHIMMER OFF THE WALLS
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· DCEU · Bruce Wayne | Batman

[menarebrave]

[hosannas_of_anguish]

It's been weeks since the Scarecrow had last struck, he tended to lay low after big jobs if he wasn't captured or in Arkham raising hell. His last job had been at the dime of the Falcone family to gas an opera. In truth he was just uninspired. His favored goons, Matt and Stanley, who looked far too much like the Blues Brothers, had forced Crane out for the evening.

"Look, Jonny, you can't just stay in forever. That shit's unhealthy."
"Shut up." He grumbled in return to the shorter man with the deep voice. The three sitting at a table together. Crane pushing himself up after his third beer was in him.
"Where you going?"

"I'm running away. You have my keys moron; I need a cigarette." Crane had had a terrible smoking habit for years, which was only really bad because his costume was flammable, as was the toxin. Tonight, he was in blue jeans and a long-sleeved black button up that was rolled up to his elbows. The tall thin Ginger made his way outside lighting up. Leaning back on the building as he looked at the Gotham skyline.

Jonathan hadn't paid much mind to the other people in the bar, that's what the goons were for. Even if they were closer to friends than goons. Jonathan should have been paying more attention, but his down times tend to be when his mind is at its worst, when Scarecrow was screaming from within to let him play. He really should have brought some toxin. A bar full of rough and tumble men? They had to have some beautiful screams.

[menarebrave]

Bruce had gone back to many of his roots when it came to taking in Gotham once again. With the issues of Superman behind him, he went back to the streets. Disguises, getting to listen to the people. It had become too much about stopping the big criminals and not enough about listening to the smaller voices that they muffled. It was why he was in such a bar now.

Though he hadn't quite expected to see Jonathan Crane there.

An eyebrow raised and he shifted the cap on his head, keeping to himself for now.

[hosannas_of_anguish]

Jonathan left dealing with underlings and henches to his main two henches. He preferred his science and chemicals to hiring and learning the names of those who often worked for him. Matt and Stanley would be more likely to notice an outsider than Jonathan was.

When he made his way back in, after tossing the spent cigarette, he made his way to the bar itself. As luck would have it right beside the stranger. The Bartender knew a Rogue when they saw one, and Jonathan Crane was always hard to miss. That tall nearly skeleton like build, stood out as his bright rust colored thinning hair. "Black Velvet." Old southern drink, something he rarely indulged in far too fancy for a place like this and yet, the bar tender nodded and set to making it while Crane leaned on the bar tapping one of his long black nails. Clearly antsy and fidgeting, usually a sign of being off his medication that repressed Scarecrow. Never a good sign.

His eyes did shift between the burly goon at one side and the man in the cap at the other. It was Gotham, what stands out in most cities was just normal here.

[menarebrave]

"You don't see too many southern orders here in Gotham." Bruce speaks suddenly with a deeper voice than anyone would know of the infamous Bruce Wayne. It can't hurt to see what the old doctor is up to. Hopefully nothing that he'll need to get involved with. "Visiting?"

[hosannas_of_anguish]

He had half a mind to ignore the stranger, but something in him decided not to. Waiting on the drink he looked to the other, his tired hazel eyes looking over the man and finding no recognition, so he shrugged.

"Not many southerner's live here. I do." He spoke, though his voice lacked his natural accent there was nothing strange about that. He used it as Scarecrow, otherwise he usually repressed it to sound less like the country boy he was. "I would ask if you were new, but I can hear the Gotham all over your voice." A new hench, or someone down on their luck in the worst bar to wander into?

[menarebrave]

A 'hmmm' comes from the back of his throat. Not many people came from other parts of the country to live in Gotham. That was true. Hell, Bruce wondered why most people stayed in Gotham if they were given an out. Most people couldn't leave.

He chuckled. "I didn't know Gotham had a certain tone of voice."

[hosannas_of_anguish]

Jonathan had hated Gotham when he moved here at eighteen, but it was the only school willing to give him a full scholarship, he became a professor right after his degree and just ended up staying. He's been in Gotham longer than he was in Georgia now, but he couldn't fully shake his old roots. Simply represses them.

"Oh, you lot do, the natives mostly. It is hard to explain, not worth explaining really." He shrugged his shoulders as his drink was placed before him, basically, just a dark beer mixed with champagne. "What brings you to Noonans?" He asked, curious if this was a hench of one of the others.

[menarebrave]

Another 'hmmm.' Interesting. It wasn't something that Bruce had ever noticed. Then again, it isn't like he casually talks with the Rogue Gallery of Gotham either.

"Just stopped in. Truck is down the way, figured getting a drink was better than sitting in it all night." A shrug then. "Planning on leaving the city."