Jonathan Crane looked out the four pane, barred, window onto the wet, broken, sidewalk that was the guard path to the Intensive Treatment center in Arkham Asylum.
It had rained ever since his most recent capture. Those two long days seemed to have passed months ago; time always does in the Asylum.
Scarecrow would have loved to see the look on the Batman's face as his fear toxins manifested their gripping power but, the boy blunder, Robin, tackled him before the syringe could penetrate the Dark Knight's skin. Sadly, it wasn't the first time that the Scarecrow had been caught no; his return to Arkham was inevitable.
The ex professor turned from the window and cast his gaze out into the halls, filled with cells, that only had a thick glass door, a card key, and a code to lock them up. Still, it could have been worse, much worse. He remembered the time a guard named Lyle Bolton would roam the hallways of Arkham making sure no-one escaped. He loved to terrorize the inmates, especially Crane. When Crane finally escaped, it was only to hide from him. Then Bolton declared himself a new vigilante, kidnapping all who he saw evil but, despite doing what he saw as good, he was captured and sent to Arkham where he could watch all of the inmates, forever.
Jonathan turned his head to see two people walking down the hallway. One he noticed as the new head of Arkham Joan Leland. She had dark skin, brown eyes and a short, black, bob, pulled back by a blue headband. The other had long, hazel, hair that curled at the ends. They kept walking until the fair haired woman noticed him staring and turned to Dr. Leland and asked who the thin, dark, haired inmate with glasses was. As the doctor told the woman she walked towards his cell and just stood staring at what was left of the once terrifying Scarecrow. He could hear them conversing about how he had gotten there.
"Ms. Hart should really go see some the other patients…." Dr. Leland said nervously.
Former doctor/ professor liked the "company" and noticed that her eyes were so dark blue, they were purple! But he could tell this visit was already over. The time for visits would soon have passed and Ms. Hart had already turned her attention to the cell across the hall, The Riddler's cell. A feeling of jealousy crept into Jonathan's twisted mind. The Riddler just grinned his charming grin at the woman.
Attention Whore…He thought. Someone used to look at me like that… and for the first time he truly felt the agony of being alone.