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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Ralph has managed to find the keys to the cells, and has done that much anyway. Now the problems begin. Lots of them. He could stop the Scarecrow. At this point, that's child's play. He could get the officer and her kid to safety, also, no problem. He could make sure the flaming dirigible, with its clouds of fear gas and stockpile of other chemicals, in all likelihood, doesn't hit anything. More difficult, but doable. He could help with an evacuation - these people may be assassins, but that doesn't mean they need to die.
He can probably do any of these things, maybe two of them. But he can't be everywhere at once. And he can't call for help, because the first thing the villains did was remove his communicator. Hopefully someone in the cape & cowl crowd noticed.
Upon releasing the prisoners, he tests just how hard this will be. "What do you see?" he asks, trying to ascertain how lucid they might be.
Detective Projcnow blinks, trying to focus. "It's--it's--he's got a gun--" She shakes her head. "No. Scythe." The sweat is pouring off her, but she tries to stand. "Civilians--must--"
Ralph frowns and shakes his head. Not going to work. "He has a scythe, and there's a lot of armed men out there. In your current state, you'll get both of you hurt out there... look, we have some trouble... I'm going to try and deal with it. Until then, get under cover here, hide... until your head is clear. I'll be back. Don't come out unless you recognize the person for absolutely certain... me, Batman, Superman... just relax, clear your head, and stay safe." he insists, in as soothing a tone as possible, as he heads for the door to figure out where one parks a dirigible in this city.
She wipes her eyes clear. "No. I'm--I'm fine. My son--" She looks at the young man strapped to the table. "I'll take care of him." Her shoulders straighten as she stands, looking more steady on her feet as Ralph exits. "Duty calls."
Ralph nods once. "Take care of him, get him off the table, and stay under cover til help arrives. Do not try to be a hero or you'll both get killed." he replies, quite serious. "I'll be back, or send help. Right now, I need to redirect this thing." he says, sprinting for the door, now that things are more settled here.
He could stop the Scarecrow. At this point, that's child's play.
He could get the officer and her kid to safety, also, no problem.
He could make sure the flaming dirigible, with its clouds of fear gas and stockpile of other chemicals, in all likelihood, doesn't hit anything. More difficult, but doable.
He could help with an evacuation - these people may be assassins, but that doesn't mean they need to die.
He can probably do any of these things, maybe two of them. But he can't be everywhere at once. And he can't call for help, because the first thing the villains did was remove his communicator. Hopefully someone in the cape & cowl crowd noticed.
Upon releasing the prisoners, he tests just how hard this will be. "What do you see?" he asks, trying to ascertain how lucid they might be.
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