Nightmares
Shadows. The flickering of bat wings. Scarecrow tries to find a place to run to... a place to hide.
But the darkness follows him. He cannot escape.
And with the darkness comes the fluttering of wings.
A bat comes from the darkness and consumes a piece of him, leaving him bleeding straw. But he runs further... until another piece is eaten. The straw falls from his body in a trail, showing the darkness exactly where he was moving to. Where he was hiding.
Piece by piece, the bats tear his body apart. The darkness surrounds him in a spray of straw in a flutter of leathery wings... until it becomes a solid wall of blackness.
When the darkness is lifted like the dome off of a silver dinner tray. His head is all that is left as the tray is presented to a ravenous, demonic, fanged Batman.
And his head, silently screaming and protesting, is lifted towards the Batman's mouth...
_______
He awakens with a start and a silent whimper.
He looks around, taking in his surroundings. The shadows still surround him, save for a white light nearby and light spilling in from the hallway outside. The bars on the window tell him what he needs to know.
Prison hospital.
Memories start to return. The fear gas. Officer Chandler's lucky shot. One shot.
And nothing since then.
He smiles. He survived it... and after such a fascinating dream, he has studies to get to. Studies that he can conduct on real subjects, with real scientific results.
Now he just will need to get out of this hospital. It may take time, of course... but the Scarecrow is a patient man.
Extremely patient.
But the darkness follows him. He cannot escape.
And with the darkness comes the fluttering of wings.
A bat comes from the darkness and consumes a piece of him, leaving him bleeding straw. But he runs further... until another piece is eaten. The straw falls from his body in a trail, showing the darkness exactly where he was moving to. Where he was hiding.
Piece by piece, the bats tear his body apart. The darkness surrounds him in a spray of straw in a flutter of leathery wings... until it becomes a solid wall of blackness.
When the darkness is lifted like the dome off of a silver dinner tray. His head is all that is left as the tray is presented to a ravenous, demonic, fanged Batman.
And his head, silently screaming and protesting, is lifted towards the Batman's mouth...
_______
He awakens with a start and a silent whimper.
He looks around, taking in his surroundings. The shadows still surround him, save for a white light nearby and light spilling in from the hallway outside. The bars on the window tell him what he needs to know.
Prison hospital.
Memories start to return. The fear gas. Officer Chandler's lucky shot. One shot.
And nothing since then.
He smiles. He survived it... and after such a fascinating dream, he has studies to get to. Studies that he can conduct on real subjects, with real scientific results.
Now he just will need to get out of this hospital. It may take time, of course... but the Scarecrow is a patient man.
Extremely patient.