Great fear

[crusaderinacape]

He sits wearily at the supercomputer. Bathed in the incandescent glow of a dozen plasma screens. Upon each is a haunting visage, chalk white, green hair. A wicked grin splits the face in two as if it had been ripped at the seams.

Bruce Wayne, his head hung low, remains ignorant of the wound scored by a serrated blade some three hours earlier as his

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[lanternslight]

"Batman," the voice greets politely. "What's up?"

[crusaderinacape]

"I know it's late," he replies shortly, though not aggressively, "I came across a ring. It wasn't green."

[lanternslight]

"Yellow?" he asks.

[crusaderinacape]

"And they say I'm perceptive," he rumbles wearily, "I have the recording here."

He's learned to carry a dictaphone with his utility belt as often as possible. Finding the right place on the tape, he presses play-

//Bruce Wayne of New Earth, you have shown the ability to instil great fear.//

[phear_itself]

Professor Crane has been in the hospital for months now, ever since he was shot by Detective Chandler. He only woke up a few weeks ago, having lingered in a coma for months.

They came to him last week to see if he could help them discover who kidnapped Chandler. He knew who it was immediately, of course... That was obvious to anyone with any kind of psychological background. But he toyed with Montoya for a time... playing with her, drawing her along, before he gave her the clues she wanted. It's so boring in this hospital bed, after all. One must take one's entertainment where one can.

So it is that he's resting here, looking out on this unseasonal early morning thunderstorm, considering how he can escape from this intermitable prison -- after all, they wish to send him back to Arkham. And he does not belong in Arkham... that location, after all, is for the insane. And Crane knows that, while he is many things, he is not insane. He is a scientist.

And that's when the beam of yellow comes through the window.

//Jonathan Crane of

[lanternslight]

A flash of green light, and there are two others in the room, even as the yellow ring begins to spiral towards Crane's finger...

[crusaderinacape]

He'll never get used to travelling the Green Lantern way. Still, it saves on the petrol the batmobile eats.

"Crane."

[phear_itself]

The ring connects to Crane's finger, and he laughs as yellow light fills him. His medical robe shifts, transforming into something akin to his usual Scarecrow costume, but with a yellow ruff akin to Sinestro's.

//Preparing for transport to Qward for training...//