Arkham: First night
Written by: Thundere
Disclaimer: This is fanfiction, I own no content nor do I make any profit of it.
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Everything was that flying rat's fault.
He hadn't meant for the innocent to get involved in his act of vengeance against those foul abominations of nature that had unjustly tortured him for so long.
But they had, and all because of one flying rat sticking his pointy nose where it didn't belong.
The Scarecrow surely didn't mind who was involved, in his eyes they were all equally evil.
No one would miss them, they were nothing but heaps of flesh filled with nothing but garbage.
He didn't mind if they died screaming in terror. They were all equally guilty.
Dr. Crane, however, was still too human to get used to the sight of death.
It didn't matter how many times he'd encountered it, or how many times he'd been the cause of it.
He still couldn't get accustomed to it. He was simply too human.
A rather revolting fault Scarecrow would have to fix another time.
For the time being, he had to listen, observe and bide his time.
And oh, how he waited!
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Jonathan didn't know how many hours he'd already spent in the dark cell.
Not knowing how much time had already passed was almost as vexing as having to hear Harley rambling on about her 'puddin'.
She was a girl clearly too fond of talking to whoever would be insane enought to listen, but other than that she came off as rather a sweet gal.
Crazy, delusional and dangerous but sweet nevertheless.
The kind of gal any sensible guy would (or maybe should?) die to know.
It didn't take long for him to understand that Joker didn't appreciate his loyal and lovely companion the way he should.
Honestly, Jonathan could never understand what she possibly could see in that crazy abomination she would call boyfriend.
But then again, Jonathan had never had much of an insight on the female spieces.
They all came off as strange creatures he'd never want get under his skin.
Lovable as they may be, they just didn't seem worth it.
They usually were nothing but trouble, anyway.
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AN:
This was just... um.. Crane's thoughts during his first stay at Arkham.
Not sure where I was going with this one.
Anyway, this story will have no updates. Reason for why: I feel no drive to continue it, and also have lack of ideas.
And, although being a huge fan of everything related to the comic Batman,
I'd much prefer leaving it for those writers who actually can make decent stories of it.
That's all for now.
/ Thundere