A/N: I hope you guys don't mind. I know I upload a lot of stuff with Sorceress in it, but I was really proud of this and I decided 'Fuck it, let's do this'. Music Meister is in this too, so don't worry. This story does make several references to 'Playpen', another story of mine.
TAPE 1
Scarecrow: Miss Sorceress, please, sit down.
Sorceress: Uh, yeah, sure. So…why did you call me out here? I thought you said everything in the meeting…
Scarecrow: Ah yes, but I wanted to discuss with you in private.
Sorceress: Okay…
Scarecrow: I want you to guarantee your involvement with my plans. You seem to have a…habit, of hiding when things become too difficult.
Sorceress: Uh, no, I don't. It's called 'Everyone's blowing up buildings and releasing Fear Toxin I'll think I'll stay out of their way and stay home'. Your face looks nuts, by the way.
Scarecrow: Really. I hadn't noticed.
Sorceress: Hey, I'm just sayin'. You look a lot freakier, too.
Scarecrow: Yes…I do, don't I?
Sorceress: Uh hey, what are you doing?
Scarecrow: As I was saying, Miss Sorceress, you are a wild card. One I do not wish to risk losing to my opponent…
Sorceress: *Sound of chair scraping across floor* Hey, back off Crane.
Scarecrow: Why? Are you afraid? Afraid you'll lose whatever shredded fragments of your self-control you have left and do something rash?
Sorceress: Back off!
Scarecrow: Is that why you disappeared? To calm yourself? With so much rage it must be frighteningly easy to harm those you care about…like your beloved maestro.
Sorceress: Hey Scarecrow, do you know how flammable burlap is?