N/A: I thought of this randomly the other day and I went for a tougher Scarecrow for it. I was originally planning to continue it as something else before changing the idea into a different story. I was left with this and decided to post it just for you! Depending on if you like it or not, it might actually have the guts to turn into a real story. Can't you just see Joker harassing Crane and the both of them ganging up on poor Harvey? If you want I could just write a bunch of one shots based on this. Let me know what you think in the reviews!
Jonathan Crane sat by himself in the rec-room of Arkham asylum. He wasn't allowed to be in the same room as some of the weaker inmates for fear of what he would do to them. No, he could only ever interact with those of a similar status as him, and so far there are none.
Jonathan was a jittery man compared to his former proud self. Ever since he had been drugged with his own toxin he had been different. For starters, the last shreds of sanity he had left vanished. Another thing was that the Scarecrow had actually become a second personality. When Jonathan was Scarecrow he was much more confident and less jittery, and was as poise as his old self, but he was crazier and often did… terrible things. Well, not that he didn't do horrifying things already but Scarecrow was worse.
He had been stuck here for months now. It was too difficult for him to escape the asylum on his own without either another inmate's assistance or outside help. Jonathan was currently Arkham's most dangerous patient. Because of this, they had stopped letting him watch the news when the Joker had started to terrorize Gotham. They feared that it would give him an incentive to escape.
He had heard of the man with the horrible scars and the painted face. It made him long to be a physiatrist again so he could be the first to get a crack at his mind. Of course he would have soon destroyed it further with his toxins, but that was beside's the point. But it was from lack of watching the news that he was painfully unprepared for the events that were about to take place.
"Fear, fear, as bright as a beam! I love to laugh while I watch them scream!" Jonathan sung to himself with a dark chuckle. The guards at the edge of the room shifted uncomfortably. There was a buzzing noise signaling that somebody was coming in and both of the guards tensed further.
"They're here." The one whispered to the other nervously.
The door opened and two men were escorted through, one with half of a face, and the other with two long scars on each side of his face. Jonathan froze and his eyes widened slightly. He had heard rumors about Harvey Dent having half of his face burnt to a crisp. He had also heard about him being dead, but how that had just been a cover up story that had been exposed.
"Hahaha! Harvey, look! It's the first man to bring Gotham to its knees!" Joker called out before sitting next to Jonathan on the couch, beckoning for Harvey to take the other side. Joker put an arm around Crane's shoulder. "You look nervous, is it the scars?"
"No it is not your scars and I am not nervous!" Jonathan said, but in spite of that, he still shook a bit.
"Not nervous, hmm? Then why are you, uh, all jittery." He accented certain letters while he talked. When Jonathan only scowled he turned to Harvey Dent. "Do you think we, uh, in-tim-a-date our new friend here, Harv?" Harvey Dent only raised his one eyebrow at the doctor.
"You cannot intimidate the Master of Fear." Jonathan hissed.
"But you're still shaking." Joker sung. "Do these guards know why the good doctor is so scared?" Joker turned to the now four guards in the room who have been watching the conversation intimately.
They stiffened looked between the glare of Crane and the sadistic smile of the Joker and picked to listen to the latter. "He is, uh, always like that." One timid guard answered.
A braver guard who was using the opportunity to humiliate Crane elaborated. "Ever since the 'good doctor' got a taste of his own medicine, he shakes at everything." He imitated Jonathan by shaking his hands. "The doctors say he is just a shell of his former self." He and the other guards laughed.
"Well that is a disappointment" Joker sighed. "I was hoping I would have a new playmate."
"It seems to me like the guards need to start minding their own business." Jonathan scoffed as he stood up. The timid guard started to shake. Crane's face twisted itself into a sadistic grin. "'Oranges and lemons" say the Bells of St. Clement's" He rasped in a horribly creepy voice as he took a step towards the guard."'You owe me five farthings' say the Bells of St. Martin's"
"I like this, I like it!" Joker whispered.
"'When will you pay me?' say the Bells of Old Bailey" Jonathan continued.
"Skip to the end!" Joker called.
""Here comes a Candle to light you to Bed. Here comes a Chopper to chop off your head. Chip chop chip chop – the Last Man's dead." He cackled before getting right up into the youngest guard's face. "Boo." The guard looked as if he might pass out.
A guard held up a gun. "Back on the couch!" He commanded with a shake.
Jonathan raised both of his hands in surrender. "I just had to remind you who the Master of Fear was around here."
Joker clapped slowly. "I like you." He stated. "How about you Harvey?"
Harvey just grunted and flipped his coin. Yes Jonathan was sure he was going to like this new arrangement after all.