Scarecrow…Scarecrow…Scarecrow

The SWAT team had blown a hole in the side of the asylum. Smiling an evil smile, Jonathan Crane tore off the restraints on his straightjacket. He would get Batman for defeating him. Gotham would suffer and Scarecrow would come out on top.

He would cause fear in the hearts of the citizens of Gotham. Fear was a wonderful thing. Even as a child he had always had an interest in fears and phobias. Perhaps that was the reason why he had become a psychiatrist but not anymore. He was now devoted to crime and he wasn't Jonathan Crane anymore. He was the Scarecrow.

Why had he become the Scarecrow? Was it out of sheer insanity? Of course not. Every villain has his side of the story although it is highly overlooked. Jonathan Crane wasn't always the evil psychiatrist gone wrong. He had always been bullied as a child. His first nicknames were Scarecrow and Ichabod Crane because of his scrawny appearance but that was all different now. He would show them all he wasn't Ichabod Crane, the scared timid man that let fear overcome him.

The SWAT team had blown a hole in the side of the asylum. Smiling an evil smile, Jonathan Crane tore off the restraints on his straightjacket. He would get Batman for defeating him. Gotham would suffer and Scarecrow would come out on top.

Already the streets were filled with panic as the toxins began to fill the Narrows. All the police were working to stop the convicts from the asylum from getting loose. It was far too late for that. Running up to one of the policemen on a horse, Jonathan Crane sprayed the hallucinogen into his face. He pulled him off the horse and climbed on.

Through the dark smoky streets of Gotham he rode. He wasn't Ichabod Crane not now, not anymore. He now resembled the Headless Horseman in a way. Laughing, he watched the horror in the people's face as he rode by. Riding down one of the streets, he slowed down. There was Miss Dawes standing with a little boy. It was an easy target. The mask covered his evil smile but he laughed evilly.

Seeing the confused look on Rachel's face he rode closer. He heard her confused voice, "Dr. Crane!"

He laughed, "No not Crane. Scarecrow."

He didn't notice the Taser in Rachel's hand. Suddenly the spark caught his mask. The pain was overwhelming. He went limp and slid back in the saddle. It was the end of Scarecrow's night of terror.