Big Game Hunting
Dr. Crane had been watching the events of Darkseid and Blackfire's rule of Gotham from the safety of the fortress that is Arkham Asylum, curiously unaffected by the power of anti-life. He wasn't alone in the institute however, as being one of the few to remain his faculties (scarce that they may be) he found himself all but in charge of the Asylum, locking doctors, nurses and orderlies into cells along with criminals, psychopaths and anyone who was foolish enough to flee to the Asylum to escape Darkseid's tyranny.
It had been time to go to work. A mass experiment in fear; first to watch some succumb to anti-life, then to watch others realise that they were trapped in this place of hell, then to lock them in cells and expose them all to different strains of fear toxin. He was grateful to the good doctors of Arkham that they kept a good supply of his drugs in storerooms as they were suspected to help with his upcoming therapy. Well... They did prove therapeutic. It had been a long time since he'd watched someone in a glass cell writhe in the green mist before being forced to confront their own worst fear. Some of the inmates reacted as suspected. Some of the doctors had more vivid fears than than anyone. A lot of the criminals and a few of the GCPD who had fled to the Asylum seem to have gained a fear of clowns and bats over the past years. Interesting.
Now Crane paces the corridors in full costume, smirking as people behind reinforced glass recoil at his presence, afraid that he may expose them to the toxin once more. "Coulrophobia. Chiroptophobia. Clowns and bats. Clowns and bats." Scarecrow shakes his head with disdain. Such lack of imagination.
"What about you, Commissioner? I saved you until last because I thought you may have some deep secretive longing for your daughter that would emerge and prove no doubt fascinating to the other members of the experiment, but now I'm beginning to think you'll just be another clown person. Or bat person. What's your guess? Guess correctly and maybe I'll let you go. Maybe not though." Scarecrow rests his palms against Gordon's cell.
The buzzer at Crane's side starts to go off. An intruder. That means fresh meat. He breaks into a jog to get back to the control centre, and looking at the monitors he sees a familiar figure emerge into B-Wing. How did this person get so far without tripping any other security? Again, interesting.
It had been time to go to work. A mass experiment in fear; first to watch some succumb to anti-life, then to watch others realise that they were trapped in this place of hell, then to lock them in cells and expose them all to different strains of fear toxin. He was grateful to the good doctors of Arkham that they kept a good supply of his drugs in storerooms as they were suspected to help with his upcoming therapy. Well... They did prove therapeutic. It had been a long time since he'd watched someone in a glass cell writhe in the green mist before being forced to confront their own worst fear. Some of the inmates reacted as suspected. Some of the doctors had more vivid fears than than anyone. A lot of the criminals and a few of the GCPD who had fled to the Asylum seem to have gained a fear of clowns and bats over the past years. Interesting.
Now Crane paces the corridors in full costume, smirking as people behind reinforced glass recoil at his presence, afraid that he may expose them to the toxin once more. "Coulrophobia. Chiroptophobia. Clowns and bats. Clowns and bats." Scarecrow shakes his head with disdain. Such lack of imagination.
"What about you, Commissioner? I saved you until last because I thought you may have some deep secretive longing for your daughter that would emerge and prove no doubt fascinating to the other members of the experiment, but now I'm beginning to think you'll just be another clown person. Or bat person. What's your guess? Guess correctly and maybe I'll let you go. Maybe not though." Scarecrow rests his palms against Gordon's cell.
The buzzer at Crane's side starts to go off. An intruder. That means fresh meat. He breaks into a jog to get back to the control centre, and looking at the monitors he sees a familiar figure emerge into B-Wing. How did this person get so far without tripping any other security? Again, interesting.