A Simple Mission

[doctor_terror]

The Scarecrow seemed to have the worst luck. Here he was, a brilliant man, able to give the Dark Knight a run for his money with his array of toxins and psychological trickery, and yet he kept failing. One would think he would have learned by now, but he was a persistent sort.

Crane had decided to try his hand at spreading terror through a neighboring city, only for the bird from Bludhaven to show up. His plan to spread terror through contaminating perfume and body spray hadn't gone through, thanks to Nightwing, and he'd been swiftly captured.

So now here he was, handcuffed, and looking out the window of the helicopter. His gauntlet lay out of reach, and if he tried anything, Nightwing had no problem knocking him out. It really was a no-win situation. Soon, he'd be back in Arkham, plotting his next escape while he toyed with whichever doctor was foolish enough to ask to be assigned to him.

Crane looked over at Nightwing.

"Does this make you feel proud? Being a vigilante, taking the law into your own hands?"