Bruce decided to finally visit Arkham. He had been funding a new project to restore Arkham Asylum and move the inmates back into Arkham. Certain inmates, such as Selina and Victor, stayed behind in the city. It had been one year since the death of Joker. Bruce had finally recovered, but was still having an occasional drop in mood whenever someone mentioned Talia or Joker.

Walking towards the front of the newly rebuilt Asylum, Bruce greeted Sharp there, who had returned to warding the Asylum.

"Ah, Bruce Wayne, you're the one who funded the Arkham Revival project, am I not correct?" Sharp asked, staring at him.

"Yes, more or less. I did it for the people of Gotham." He responded, with a cool air about him.

"well, let me show you what's been done to the place." Warden Sharp said, gesturing to the front of the building.

Bruce's POV

As we walked through the Asylum, I couldn't help but remember the events of that night. I remember grappling from Gargoyle to Gargoyle in this room, delivering kicks to the Jaw and such. I remember finding Frank's body on the area in front of us. After walking through the place for a while, I saw two familiar faces. It was Cash escorting Harley to her cell. She looked like she had tried to put up a fight.

Sharp then gestured to me, "You're about to see a familiar face. And you won't like it. Please, just stay calm. I will explain later about why he is here."

I gave him a confused look. What could Sharp be hiding?

As we walked towards a new room, I saw a doctor giving a patient his medication. And when he turned around, I recognized him. The last time I saw him, Killer Croc was pulling him into the sewer. I stared at Crane, going through all the possible schemes he could be up to here.

His appearance had changed drastically. He now had a Lazy eye, large claw marks across his face, and even sported a cast on his left arm.

Sharp answered my question before I could even ask. "Dr. Crane's reformed after his little tumble with Croc in the sewers. He's reformed after learning that he could have fear as well. We've already searched his office several times over for anything relating to "Scarecrow" but the best we could find was an empty syringe and his old mask."

Crane then turned towards me. "Bruce, how are you? It's great to see you again." He said, reminding me of all the trouble he caused me a while back.

I could still remember that faithful day…

FLASHBACK

I walked through the halls, hoping to find someone sane. Oracle was going crazy on me, and Jim's dead. As I walked nearer to the morgue, my vision felt blurred. When I entered, I could hear strange whispering. I waited for a moment, to try to find out what they were saying. I then decided to leave the room. When I entered what I thought was the halls, I was almost surprised to see the Morgue again. This time, the whispers were louder, the drawers on the walls were violently shaking, and there were three body bags on the three tables. I went to the nearest one, and decided to open it…

Oh. How much I regretted that….

END OF FLASHBACK

"Bruce…Bruce? Are you okay?" I could hear Crane's voice saying. I snapped out of it instantly.

Crane then wished me best of luck in any "Future Endeavors" I might partake, and left for his office. I then decided to leave. It would be a big day for me tomorrow. I have to help the GCPD round up some of the rogue Criminals wandering Arkham City.

Third Person POV

As Bruce walked out, Crane sat down with a rather new patient. Crane pulled out a chair and let the boy sit down. The boy wore a blue, long sleeve shirt and a pair of Black Jeans. His hair was Black, and was all over the place. Crane then noticed that the patients lips were in a straight line, and that he had Blue Eyes that seemed to look into the soul. His skin was very pale, and he was tall and looked as though he had never been fed properly.

Crane's POV

I turned on the recording camera. I had already done this a few times before.

"Patient interview number Six. Patient name is Joe Miller, suffering from… a serious case of Synesthesia, And Post Traumatic Stress disorder. The time is 6:15 PM, April 13, 2015" I said, documenting everything. I had already done Harley's tapes, so I knew how these were meant to go.

"Now tell me Joe, what do you see right now?" I asked the boy.

He suddenly looked panicked, as though he realized he existed. "They're everywhere! They're going to get me!" He yelled, screaming in fear. I put my hand on his shoulder to try and calm him down. If any knew fear, it was me. "Who is going to get you?" I asked.

"The Demons! They know I'm here! They'll kill us all!" He yelled, now hyper-ventilating. I knew it would not get me anywhere if I kept on about what he was seeing. I decided to ask him another question.

"Joe, let's go to a different question. Did anything terrible happen while you were growing up?" I asked.

He stopped panicking and looked me in the eyes. "My…My parents were killed…by demons." He said. Was he not going to give this demon thing up?

"It might not have been demons. Tell me, what did they look like?" I asked, now fully interested in what

He, while still looking me in the eyes, began to describe them to me.

"They had white bodies, completely white. Their arms and legs were twice as tall as yours are. They had... Elongated necks and they had Red teeth sprouting out of a Rock-like jaw. Their eyes were completely black. I was forced to watch as they tore my parents to shreds and devoured the remains. One then tapped my chest, right above my heart, and said the ritual had completed."

I looked in awe. Surely this boy hadn't really faced demons, had he? A knock on the door reminded me that I was on limited time. I then said one last thing to Joe. "Don't worry about it. Just try to stay calm. I'll help you through this."

Yes, I am reintroducing Scarecrow as reformed, but that's beside the point.

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