Somewhere over Gotham
Terror!
A concentrated dose of the fear toxin is rushing through the Scarecrow's body. Adrenaline is pumping like it's never done before.
And Batman. Here. There. Everywhere.
Bats. Bats. Crows. Bats. Batman.
He grabs his scythe. He swings wildly at the phantom shadows that are closing in on him.
The controls for the dirigible explode as his scythe cuts through them.
An explosion rips through the dirigible. Fires start licking the flammable things throughout the ship. And several canisters of Crane's toxins begin overheating, and the metal warps, allowing the pressurized gas to violently burst out.
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Over Gotham City, a dirigible abruptly catches fire. Screams of terror can be heard from within, and a faint green mist is being released from the vessel. Pedestrians on the street get a dilluted dose, and feel a brief surge of panic before it passes.
Someone runs onto the deck of the dirigible, screaming. Those with sharp hearing may hear something incoherant about bats, and crows. The fire within the ship casts a shadow of this man across part of the sky... a tall, skinny male form, carrying a scythe, and wearing a hat... looking for all the world like a scarecrow.
A concentrated dose of the fear toxin is rushing through the Scarecrow's body. Adrenaline is pumping like it's never done before.
And Batman. Here. There. Everywhere.
Bats. Bats. Crows. Bats. Batman.
He grabs his scythe. He swings wildly at the phantom shadows that are closing in on him.
The controls for the dirigible explode as his scythe cuts through them.
An explosion rips through the dirigible. Fires start licking the flammable things throughout the ship. And several canisters of Crane's toxins begin overheating, and the metal warps, allowing the pressurized gas to violently burst out.
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Over Gotham City, a dirigible abruptly catches fire. Screams of terror can be heard from within, and a faint green mist is being released from the vessel. Pedestrians on the street get a dilluted dose, and feel a brief surge of panic before it passes.
Someone runs onto the deck of the dirigible, screaming. Those with sharp hearing may hear something incoherant about bats, and crows. The fire within the ship casts a shadow of this man across part of the sky... a tall, skinny male form, carrying a scythe, and wearing a hat... looking for all the world like a scarecrow.