Jonathan Crane -Y1-

Gotham didn't look very different at night, especially with those gloomy clouds and rain almost every day, hour, and minute of the year. You were out with the scarecrow himself. Stopping by an alleyway as you two took a break from walking, he kept away from society's eyes since he's a known criminal, though not considered to be as dangerous as the Joker by the residents, but still holds fear over the heads of the citizens. "You want to paint my nails?" Jonathan asks suddenly, turning his head to you while holding his mask in his left hand and wiping sweat off his face with a handkerchief using his other hand. You nodded, giving him a small smile. "Yeah, I thought you'd look good with painted nails." He stared at you, peering into your eyes, thinking for a while, and eventually nodded. "That would. Yes, I would like that." Crane turns his head to look around, making sure the two of you are alone. "But only indoors." He mumbled, putting his mask on, stuffing the handkerchief, and walking off, gesturing for you to follow.