It had been a long night. The Joker had tried to blow up a hospital. Again. Luckily this time the Batman got there just in time to stop him. I seriously need to stop referring to myself in third person. Other than the Joker causing chaos Poison Ivy had escaped and I have yet to find her. Oh, and the icing on top of the shit cake, the Riddler had attacked one of Bruce Wayne's hotels and had personally blown up the hotel to the point where it looked like a question mark.

"Master Bruce?" a familiar British voice asked breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, Alfred?" I smiled...well attempted to smile...

"I believe it would be wise for you to check the news sir. It seems Dr. Crane has decided to take a vacation from the asylum."

"What?" I sighed as I reached for the remote to turn on the T.V. "I just took him back no less than a week ago..."

"Well it seems that-" before my elderly butler could finish a young tan news reporter started talking.

"Warning Gotham citizens the notorious Scarecrow AKA Johnathan Crane has escaped again. Police are suggesting to stay in your houses and avoid leaving your residence at night." The T.V. Shut off with a click and the screen went blank.

"What time is it?"

"Just around the time you usually go spelunking, sir."

"Thank you Alfred. I'll be out the rest of the night."

"Of course sir, be careful. Be very careful."

The first place I checked was his old apartment. It smelt of cobwebs and chemicals. The doctor must have mixed some of his chemicals here before he was put into Arkham. Some of the boxes that had been labeled 'Gotham Police Department' were knocked over and ransacked. He was already here then. And that means hes probably gotten a hold of some of his fear gas. Damn, Scarecrow... Tonight was not going to be fun.

My Second guess on where to check for the escapee was correct. The good doctor was smart but lacking in common sense. The doctor, as he had deducted was hiding in an abandoned warehouse by the assylum. It was offensive really... He wasn't called "the worlds greatest goddamn detective" for no reason. Oh, well it made his night easier. He quickly climbed up the warehouse walls and was creeping up towards the ceiling window he was going to jump down, when suddenly the unexpected happened.

*Crash *

He didnt mean to break the window and fall in. It just sorta...well, happened. The windows on top of the warehouse were slippery with rain and he had lost his footing and crashed into the window... Thus landing right on top of Crane. Crane let out a girlish shreak and he landed directly on him. He slowly got up and brushed himself off. Crane seemed to be unconsious. It would make sense considering that Crane weighed a mere 120 pounds while the batman and his kelvar suit at least weighed at least around 240 pounds. Bruce poked Crane with his foot. Crane let out a whimper and didn't move. At least now it would be easier to take him to Arkham...

The only bad thing about Crane being unconscious was that I had to carry him. It wasn't repulsive to carry him because he was heavy or dirty. It was just because holding Crane bridal style was well, intimate... and the moonlight on Cranes skin did look quite good. Beautiful in fact. Crane all in all was a very beautiful man. And this all was the reason I was not wanting to carry Crane. But unwillingly I carried him anyways, it was going to be morning soon and I rather not be seen carrying Crane in the daylight.

I felt him starting to stirr and paused in my step expecting a fight. I suprisingly and to my amusement only got a confused childish look from the man...Which then very quickly turned to panic. He jolted up and grabed my mask hoping to startle me. I tried to throw him off but i missjudged my strength and threw him forward instead. 'wonderful' i thought to myself. 'where did this breeze come from?...' I felt my face and panicked. 'He has my mask!' I dove behind a crate and searched for something! anything! to hide my identity with! And then i spotted it. A burlap sack. I picked it up and put it on as Crane started to talk.

"Oh, Bat Man...you dropped something" He sang as he looked behind boxes in the ware house. "Come out, come out, where ever you are" He called out as he put on the bats mask. "Oh, look I'm the bat man I love to beat the living stuffing out of criminals because of my past traumatic experiences!" He mimicked.
I slowly snuck up behind him. "Oh look I'm Crane, my grandmother was abusive so I'm going to spray you with a mind altering drug so I can feel better about my crappy childhood and teenage years" I said using my tradmark growl.

He froze and slowly turned around. "H-hey! That's mine! Give it back you overgrown rodent!" He yelled. Punching the Kevlar suit.
I had to hold back a smile. 'really? punching me isn't going to anything. Expecially with your muscle mass.' He pouted and then his eyes widened he grinned. A small beeping noise was made. "What are you-" As soon as those three words escaped my lips Scarecrows toxin was released into the air and I started to choke. I grabbed him and threw him down to where the toxin didn't reach. I stumbled over to him and growled. "Your going back to Arkham...but first." I frowned and took the bat mask off of him and tied him to a pole. "..." I went behind a tall crate and put my mask back on. "lets go." I pick him up and he squirmed again.

"I can walk!" He whined. I grunt, not really wanting to pay attention to him. I set him in the side of the Tumbler and get in. "I hope you missed Arkham." I started driving and it was relativily quiet. Akward since Crane wouldn't stop staring but quiet which was good. Suddenly his eyes widened and he smiled a wide smile.
"So...What exactly caused you to become the bat...Bruce?"

At first my mind was blank and I couldn't think. He knows who I am... I'm such a fool!... What am I going to do with him?.. I slammed on the breaks and Crane, since I had forgotten to secure him and he damn well couldn't do it himself with his hands tied together, slammed into the dashboard. The blow to his head, fortunately for me, knocked him out. I turned on my cell that was connected to my bat mask and contacted Alfred.
"...we have a problem..."

"I don't know what to do Alfred..." I checked the security screens "Damn it... he's awake.."

"You didn't think he'd sleep through all of this did you?" A British voice replied sarcasticly.

"No, Alfred I just... I just don't know what to do with him..."

"I do, but It would require one of you guns, a shovel, and a lot of cleaning supplies..."

"We can't kill him Alfred" I said smiling at the thought of getting rid of someone as evil as the Scarecrow.

"Well, If we can't kill him I suggest you take your guest some food." The butler frowned handing me the tray he was holding. The tray held a plastic cup of water and a Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich.
"I suppose..." I frown and walk down to the holding cell and open it slowly.