Hey Guys!
I'm a big Scarecrow fan, (He's smexy.)so I decided to write my own fic on him.
My first attempt, which I thankfully didn't post, was the POV of one of his small town high school friends, and the signs of madness she sees in him that no one else seems (Or wants) to notice. The passion for that one quickly died. On the other hand, I had a story of the daughter of Raz-Al-Ghoul, and how she doesn't want to become the vigilante he did. The problem with that is that I like vigilantes!
They met, fell, and gave birth to this little wonder. My cute, deranged, spawn of Satan love-child. And she is a very evil thing in her terrible twos, destroying everything in her path...
How I love her...
Oh, for those of you who are impatient for Forest of Names to keep going (I love how I named that last chapter, and left you hanging!) just wait a little bit. I'm having a sudden writer block on that one because I know where I want to go, but not how to get there.
D/C: I don't own Batman Begins Or Dark Knight. (This is right before Dark Knight, and COMPLETELY AU)I also don't own Cillian Murphy, though if I did... drool Wha-, oh, here let me dry you off. Sorry thathappensevery timeI think of... him... stare off into space, mouth open Wha- Sorry!
Peachy. Lets get on with this!
Raz-Al-Ghoul's last request before they went to destroy Gotham was that his daughter would lead the League of Shadows were he to die. He'd only recently learned of her existence, that his wife had gone into labor, then hid the newborn child before she had been killed. Killed by fanatics. Who knew?
His order had shocked his students. Their master hadn't even found out her new name, or who had adopted her. Hell, even if she was really still alive. Just a talk with the village mid-wife who'd spun her tail for a few bucks. Then there was the fact that the girl would have no training, she could even be a criminal herself. But what Raz-Al-Ghoul said told them was law.
Even if he was gone.
Chamberlin sighed from the head of the table. He'd been leading temporarily. His old teacher, and friend, had left him the contacts he needed to find her. This meeting between the section leaders was grueling, and he had the nagging suspicion that all of it was going to get even worse.
There wasn't much left for her to command anyway. The last battle for justice and balance had wiped out most of their supplies, left their numbers diminished. Many were arrested before they could get off the island, and those of the foot solders escaping capture were scattered, waiting for the call to action. The call was soon in coming. But first, a few non-metaphorical ones to certain lucky people. Or unlucky. Depended on whether they agreed or not. Actually, more like whether they did it the first time, or after some forceful persuasion. How droll.
He sighed again and picked up a cell phone. Three other pairs of black eyes watched him, looking to him for guidance. None of them were taking this death lightly. They were four of the six Raz-Al-Ghouls had personally recruited, trained, and initiated. His first student was dead. The sixth and final one was running around dressed as a giant bat. And they were trying to find their one true leader on a planet of 6 billion strong.
Question was, which ones were more screwed.
The temporary leader started dialing. The League had contacts in hospitals and clinics all over the world. But first Chamberlain had to find to the man who could make the perfect revenge. As he dialed, he nodded in grim memorandum.
If Raz-Al-Ghoul's daughter had ever taken a blood test, they would find her. They would find her, mold her in her father's image. Train her and teach her the fire of grief. She would mourn her father...
And then she would pull down Gotham piece by piece.
Crane's POV
Petty crime didn't suit ex-Doctor Jonathan Crane. He was a man of elegant ingenuity, master of fear. His works had caused Gotham to shake its very foundations in pure terror.And now he was reduced to robbing banks with pregnant and desperate women as his hit men.
Amazing what could happen in a half-hour of tazer/fear gas induced delirium.
He really should write a book on it. Could provide some interesting in site.
His hair was now kept more often in his face then not. His glasses had gained a few scratches, and he was having a hard time keeping his nails in check. Still, Crane dressed in his fancy suits and ties, always looking his best for the public. Clean body, soiled mind. He had that instant effect on the indigenous people, who knew him best as 'Scarecrow.'
But there was a problem. It wasn't the fear gas. He managed to stay ahead, mutating it so the antidote Batman had created before was useless. Just a few switched molecules, and Batman couldn't do a thing. And it wasn't the fiances. Sure, his improved gas was much more expensive to make then the original. But he could steal the money, or just the ingredients right off the dealers.
No. The problem was that Jonathan Crane was bored. Incurably, totally bored. There was nothing to do but wait. Batman was taking out everyone on the streets, and so far there was not anyone who felt the urge for complete chaos that he instinctively craved. (Except the Joker, but his chaos was different. He couldn't control himself long enough to do what was needed, always acting on impulse.)Crane was smart enough to know he needed someone to partner with. But so far, there was none.
So when he got that call from Chamberlain, directly into his hideout, (He still didn't know how he was found.) Crane listened eagerly to the request.
The man wanted alternatives for the fear gas. It had taken allot of kidnapping just to alter it to its current state.
"Alternatives? In what way?" He'd asked. The voice on the other end turned husky with pent rage.
"Another way to release it. Gotham needs to die, in the way Raz-Al-Ghoul intended it. It's a breeding ground of injustice, a smudge of darkness on humanity's time-line and it must be cleansed." Shit, these fanatics were insane. What he wouldn't give for just one to play with, see what makes them tick...
Of course, in the realm of sanity, the doctor had nothing over them. "There are ways... Perhaps in food..." Crane felt excitement bubble up in him like some sort of burner under his emotions had been lit. Something to do! And in the way of retaliation, too. He kept his voice flat and apathetic, however, playing hard to get. "But the needed ingredients are expensive-"
"Believe me Doctor Crane, you will get your funding. Use who you want." Chamberlin added before he could ask. "This is the perfect opportunity to get what you need in the way of... Recrimination. Anyone, but the Batman. He is to be saved for our new leader."
This surprised Crane. He'd thought Chamberlin was in control now. "...And who is that?" He questioned when the other didn't elaborate.
Silence on the opposite end. Then: "We have yet to find her. Get on your assignment."
Damnthey were crazy! The line disconnected audibly. Now, the smallest of smiles crept on his face. By most people, it was just a twitch of the lips.
Scarecrow had his pick of toys...
Goody.
Hee hee! Now there's a scary thought. Scarecrow with his way paid to madness!
So who is this mysterious child of Raz-Al-Ghoul? Who will Scarecrow strike first? Where is she, and what's she got to do with how this story goes now? Tune in next time! ... Or maybe just later today.
Okay, from now one, the chapters have their own songs. No, it's not space filler. I'll still write a descent amount, I promise!
Review, or I'll sic a rabid Cupcake on you!...
Or just be sad...
