The corn rustled unexpectedly. He Who Walks behind the Rows raised his head – not the head his victims saw, but the reality behind the hallucinations – and stiffened as a tall, black-clad figure stepped out from amid his carefully tended stalks.
"All right, Crane," said the figure grimly. "You've had your fun; now it's time to pay the piper."
The Scarecrow cackled hoarsely. "So you finally figured it out, did you?" he said.
Batman shrugged. "Someone starts a religion based on fear and centered in a cornfield," he said. "It wasn't exactly rocket science. Come on, Robin's waiting with the Batmobile."
Disclaimer: Corn is King's and Crane is Kane's, and Qo won't claim the contrary.