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?"

[lanternslight]

"You have an idea?" he asks, turning to Batman.

[crusaderinacape]

"-extensive research into phobias, access to hallucinogenic toxins, a man who can scare people to suicide just by talking to them," Batman's eyes reflect the great screen of the batcomputer as the file for Jonathan Crane- the Scarecrow appears upon it, "the ring wouldn't have to travel far."