AN: I asked myself the question last night: what would Scarecrow have been like in high school? This was probably a terrible idea, but what the hell, I went ahead and wrote it.
Ran this one by Saphira112 and Doometh before posting. Thanks to them, as always, and to four others who know who they are for asking me to post it.
I do not own Batman.
Warnings for "the usual": heavy language, explicit sex.
I looked up at the man on the horse, quivering with fear -- and suddenly, I recognized him. Sure, he was wearing a doofy burlap mask, but how could I forget the kid I'd bonded with over Duran Duran and Oingo Boingo?
"You asshole!" I shouted, and belatedly realized I was more than a little high off whatever was in the steam boiling up from the burst pipes.
He glared down at me, and even through the stupid mask I recognized the Crane Death Stare.
"Where've you been?" I shouted, and then he gassed me.