Terror!A concentrated dose of the fear toxin is rushing through the Scarecrow's body. Adrenaline is pumping like it's never done before
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Alfred Pennyworth, waiting outside the gala by the Rolls, looks up as the bystanders begin to whisper and point. "Oh, dear," he says mildly. Then he fetches out the cell phone and dials Bruce Wayne.
"Master Bruce? I know it will simply rend your heart to pieces to leave this charity ball, but I believe you are wanted outside."
Inside, Bruce answers the phone and half-turns from the people at his table. "What's that, Alfred? Wanted out--ohhhhh, that brunette I met earlier. Tell her I won't keep her long."
He closes the phone, tucks it in his inside pocket beside the well-used checkbook. "Sorry, everyone but, heh, 'duty' calls." He's all charm, but he's also moving purposefully. "Don't wait up."
As Bruce exits the building, Alfred opens the Rolls' door with a small bow. Returning to the driver's seat, he asks, "Where to, sir? I noticed a dimly lit parking garage one block over...."
After climbing in, Bruce reaches to his neck to strip off the tie and start unbuttoning the shirt. "Never been so glad for an emergency. What's going on?"
Alfred begins driving to a more secluded spot. "There is a dirigible in distress, sir. I am uncertain as to the precise nature of the emergency, but fire seems to be involved, as does an individual swinging a scythe and wearing a rather disreputable hat."
The billionaire playboy has already gone, the regular Bruce in his place, serious and focused. "That narrows down the suspects, doesn't it? Another other details?"
"Difficult to tell, sir, but I believe there is an odd mist issuing from the vessel. I have not noted anyone grinning sardonically, but the panic of the crowd seems to be a bit ... enhanced."
"Bad news." Bruce is grim. Who can blame him? He knows very well what the Scarecrow's capable of doing and, if a mist is in the air and the fear-loving Doctor Crane is involved, what is likely going on. "We'll need the area evacuated on the double."
In his hands is the cowl, which he regards for a few seconds. This mask he wears better, wears more easily, than the one in the gala. With resolution he draws it over his face.
"GCPD and GCFD have already been notified, sir." Alfred brings the car to a stop, well away from any streetlights, and douses the headlights. "Will there be anything else, sir?"
"Master Bruce? I know it will simply rend your heart to pieces to leave this charity ball, but I believe you are wanted outside."
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He closes the phone, tucks it in his inside pocket beside the well-used checkbook. "Sorry, everyone but, heh, 'duty' calls." He's all charm, but he's also moving purposefully. "Don't wait up."
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Damn, the man can undress fast.
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In his hands is the cowl, which he regards for a few seconds. This mask he wears better, wears more easily, than the one in the gala. With resolution he draws it over his face.
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In the back seat is a rumpled Armani suit and shadows. The occupant, the Bat, is gone.
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