I don't own Batman TAS characters.
It was so fast. One minute Jonathan Crane wandered the streets. Three boys walked out of a dark alley the next minute. His classmates. Jonathan's eyes were wide while he stepped back. He remembered the boys always mentioning his scrawny arms and legs. Always throwing things at him. Naming him Scarecrow.
Jonathan's wide eyes settled on the empty cans the boys held. He turned and ran before he was pursued. Jonathan looked back and tried to dodge the cans as they were thrown at him. *Fears. Weaknesses. I won't reveal weaknesses in front of a bully again.*
Jonathan ran into one alley. His back was to the wall before the bullies ran by the alley. He tried to relax. *I should be safe now* Jonathan thought. After turning to one side, he viewed a bat flying to him. His eyes widened again at the sight of the bat's fangs.
He crouched and trembled while the bat abandoned him. The animal never abandoned his mind.
Many years later, Jonathan roamed the streets of Gotham City. Not as himself. As the Scarecrow.
A mask with straw hair and small eyes concealed Jonathan's features. Simple garments caused him to look thinner. He was armed with fear toxins able to reveal others' deepest fears. Which people were going to suffer first? Perhaps the bullies from his childhood? All he had to do was find them.
Three men stepped out of one alley and smiled. Their eyes widened at the sight of the Scarecrow's grotesque mask.
''Crane? Is that you?'' one man asked.