**Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or this universe. This work can be taken down at any time. I'm taking some liberties here. Just telling a cool story with cool people. **
Giving props to the source material for this amazing version of The Scarecrow
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Wheat. Wheat as far as the eye could see. The rustling almost sounded like the shuffling of paper. The light looked as if it were made of sweet and sour sauce. A dim red-orange illuminated everything.
It was beautiful , but it was also bleak. The sun seemed so large , as if it ruled over everything it touched with it's unforgiving monstrous heat.
Somerset , was a bleak place , but it was peaceful…slower… more manageable than the noisy , steel plated headache that was Gotham City.
Here , you would find Arkham Asylum , Bell Reeve Prison and a small city with a bank and a grocery store…and a small ranch-style house in the middle of a wheat field. It was run down but still clean and useable. The sign on the front of it read : " Crane Private Practice " , the sub heading on the embossed woodcut sign would read : " Psychiatry for Adults ".
Nothing was on the porch , not even a swing. The muted green door and windows with faded blue curtains that danced with the air-conditioner were inside of the windows. A simple black pick-up truck was parked beside of the house. The contents of its bed were two containers of gasoline and dry corn.
Inside the abode were two bedrooms , one of which was currently occupied. He rose , his lanky , skeletal form moved his feet into a pair of brown slippers. His hand moved to his bedpost and slipped an old gray bathrobe over his shirtless self. Tying it with a tired , slow motion.
He stood and walked over to the mirror , and he looked at himself. There he was… Ulysses Crane. A thin , frail hand tapped a wet washcloth over his long face and he moved out of his room.
A "caw-caw" came from his living room. "…I hear ya , I hear ya…." he said in his southern accent. He spoke to the noise's source , a fully grown crow in a large cage in the corner by his sofa. "…You sleep any last night , girl?…Cause I sure as hell didn't….and I've got 6 patients today….good thing the new partner starts today….I'd have 12 otherwise.." he said as he poured the corn into her food dish. "….Ichabod…I do hope this new partner is worth their salt…otherwise we might have…..a mess to clean up…" he said. He spoke to Ichabod as he dressed himself in the laundry room , which was just an off-shoot from the living room. " I've not even seen her…I did a phone interview…I didn't want some..strange woman coming in here…poking around….She passed test one…now I gotta see if she can handle what comes through here…" He smiled to his crow chuckled.
"…You won't go easy on her will you ,girl? " Ichabod crowed. "…Good..neither will I…" he said , before jumping when he heard a car door slam , and a knock come to the door