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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?"
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Gotham City. Home to vigilantes, master criminals, and a local mob. Not a pleasant place to live, with people constantly living in fear that the likes of the Joker or Poison Ivy, for example, might try some scheme to kill the citizens.

None, however, were more feared than Jonathan Crane. Better known as The Scarecrow. The Scarecrow wasn't so interested in money or material possessions, no, he just wanted to exploit the most primal of emotions: fear. Fear kept society in line, fear guided humans through life, fear was power.

The Scarecrow stood on a balcony, looking down at Gotham and imagining the people. Living their lives, unaware that the Scarecrow was looming above them.

Doctor Crane had made his headquarters in an abandoned mansion up in the hills overlooking the rest of the city. The owner had fled the house a month ago, claiming that there were monsters in the walls. Amazing what a little fear toxin in a person's shampoo could do.

Scarecrow heard a henchman approach. "Hey, boss, there's someone at the door for ya'." At Crane's suspicious look, the goon added, "He don't look like one of Batman's."

Crane just kept giving him the evil eye, before turning back to the view and saying, "Bring him to me."
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[Have a almost "normal" looking human man, who almost looks like he's been through a heck of a lot in his life. He is considered dead to say the least, and is a cyborg. Not a normal human like most people would think. He'd spent his human life as a criminal with a mixed past and everything that went wrong with him could go wrong with him. 

Once he died, his life had turned upside down. Not only was he alive again, but he also had his second chance. Third chance almost. He had a woman to love, two kids that adored him, and a man he respected. 

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