Fear: The story of Jonathan Crane

By Trick Steven

Author's note: Hello! Welcome to my first story here on Fanfiction. I've always thought that the Scarecrow was such an interesting character, so I decided to write a story about his life. Most of his past comes from the comics, but this story is the based off of the BTAS version of the Scarecrow. Also the Scarecrow and his grandmother belong to DC Comics.


Prologue: Inside Cell #666

It was night at Arkham Asylum and not a sound was to be heard, except for the occasional screams and whimpers. The dim lighting cast long shadows on the cheerless concrete floor, making the hallways of the Asylum looking more depressed then it already was. There was one light, however, that was brighter then the rest. It came from cell #666, the cell that housed one of Arkham's most infamous patients, The Scarecrow.

Try as he might, Jonathan Crane couldn't go to sleep. He turned the light on to dispel the dark memories that were plaguing him that night. He risked punishment for leaving on the light at this late hour, but frankly he didn't care.

"The worst they could do is take away my T.V privileges. As if the crap they call food isn't punishment enough." Thought Jonathan pessimistically. Despite the lone light bulb that filled his cell with a soft glow, the ghosts of his past still haunted him. It wasn't, however, that he felt guilty about his crimes that made him restless. It was his questions such as: If he made different choices in his life would he be here, a feared criminal of Gotham? Or did choices even matter, because no matter what he did he would still do the same thing? Jonathan decided to take this time to analyze his life, to step back and see things in 3rd person. After all, he did have a lot of time to look back on his life. That is, if he didn't escape Arkham first.