Psychological profile by Doctor Eve Korbin:

Name: Dr. Jonathan Crane aka The Scarecrow.

Occupation: Professional Criminal.

Base of Operations: Gotham City.

Height: 6'3.

Weight: 170 Ib.

Hair: Dark Brown.

Eyes: Light Green. Usually blood-shot.

Bio: Taunted and bullied in his youth, Jonathan Crane vowed to overcome his fears through the study of psychology and biochemistry.

Kicked out of his university for experimenting on human subjects, Crane adopted the identity of the Scarecrow and armed himself with a specialized fear-inducing gas that makes a person's deepest fears become frighteningly real.

His ongoing criminal reign of terror makes him one of Batman's most psychologically dangerous foes.

Despite his tendency for extensive role-play (oddly common among Gotham City's criminals), it's unclear to me why Dr. Crane was ever considered insane. I've been impressed with his genius for psychology and biochemistry.

Notes:

Master of psychology and chemistry.

Creator of fear gas.

Motivated by an obsessive need to create fear in others.

May have a split personality.

No remorse after killing.

Skilled at hand to hand combat.

Surprising strength and agility.

Genius intellect.

May not be insane, just evil.

Cruel, shows no mercy whether his victim is man or woman, child or adult.

Has developed various tools in which to induce crippling fear.

Has done extensive research on the Metagene.

Additional notes:

He's valiantly battled a history of anxiety disorder, due to a difficult childhood and adulthood trauma, through an intense study of psychology and the causes of fear.

Other nicknames: Dr. Jonathan Crane, Crane, Scarecrow, Crow, Jonathan, Johnny - This nickname infuriates him.

EXTREMELY DANGEROUS! MUST KEEP LOCKED UP! NO RECREATIONAL TIME!

Eve, a new psychologist at Arkham Asylum, put away Crane's file, and grabbed the DVD off of her desk. She put it in and watched the interview tape silently, keeping her reactions to herself.

The screen flickered to life, first static and white noise, the video showing up not long after. She pressed play, and leant back in her chair.

Dr. Crane - also known as the Scarecrow, spoke. His electronically altered voice echoed as the man he peered menacingly at whimpered, the sound echoing from within the room.

"Patient Interview 1. Patient was referred to me after the incident with Dr. Murphy. He appears to have suffered a breakdown of sorts. I believe it was brought about after the loss of his wife and child. As yet, the patient has been unable to speak. Continued observation shows little mental activity. It's as if the shock of what he saw triggered his mental collapse."

There was a noment of silence before a guard was heard outside the door. It was a man. Eve recognized his voice immediately. Although she'd only met him twice. It was one of the guards she'd been introduced to when she first toured the asylum.

"There's someone in here!" The guard screamed. "It's him! We've found him! Break down the door!"

Crane became annoyed, sighing inwardly. "Note to self. As ever, it is difficult to continue my research under such conditions."

The guard screamed out again, sweat dripping down his brow as he tried to beat down the door. It gave way and as he pointed his gun, Crane put his hands behind his head. "Step away from Dr. Combs. Now! Get down on the ground! We found them. Someone get a medic. Oh God, what's he done to him?"

The tape stopped as Eve turned towards Crane, who was sitting across from her, chained.

She clicked the recorder, turning it on before speaking. Smoothing her black hair back within the confines of it's bun, Her black lips moved from behind the device in her dainty hands.

"Patient interview 3. Dr. Crane has been back in custody for 3 weeks. Regular sessions have been inconclusive." She paused. "I am not sure he is actually insane."

Crane smiled wickedly. "Good evening, Eve. How are you tonight?"

She shifted in her seat before leaning forward with a frown. "I'm conducting the session, Johnny..."

Crane nodded, although agitated at the nickname. "Of course. If that helps you cope, I wouldn't have it any other way."

Eve wrote something down in her notebook as she continued. "Well, to answer your question, I'm doing good, Johnny. Thanks for asking, even though I know you don't care. How are you?"

"Fine."

"Good. Now, let's talk about the event 3 weeks ago. What did you think you'd achieve? Dr. Combs and Dr. Murphy are still in therapy."

Crane shrugged like the answer was obvious. "I wanted to understand him. His personal demons. His fears. It's all quite fascinating, really."

"But you are..." She cleared her throat with a cough. "-Were a respected doctor. A brilliant mind, now just another resident in Arkham."

Crane sighed, rolling his green eyes. "Can I have a drink? A strong one? This kind of question bores me."

Eve shook her head, annoyed. "I'm afraid not." She sighed again. "I could really use one too..."

Crane's head snapped back up, a smirk forming upon his twisted pale lips. "Interesting choice of words, Doctor. Tell me, what are you afraid of?"

She smiled, smirking. "Nothing, Dr. Crane."

(The next day.)

Eve sighed, delicately rubbing her temples. "Patient interview 4. Johnny continues to evade questions. I believe he is quite sane. Just evil. He takes no interest in the people he has hurt. His research appears to be the only motivating factor in his life." She paused. "What is it about fear that drives your obsessions?"

Crane chuckled, waving his hand lazily. "Fear drives everything, Eve. Everything. Your life is governed by fear. Every decision you make is a product of that fear."

Eve rolled her eyes. "Don't be ridiculous..."

Crane leant forward in his chair, black eyebrows raised. "You'd like to get married someday, yes? Because you're scared of dying alone. You want to eventually have children, right? Because you're scared of leaving nothing behind that really matters. You go to the doctor because you're scared of dying. Do I need to go on?"

She shook her head. "No. I think that will be all for today. Oh, and by the way, Jonathan, not everyone is afraid of those things. Sure I'd like to get married and have kids, that'd be nice. But I'm not afraid of dying alone, nor am I afraid of not leaving anything or anyone behind. What about you? Are you afraid of dying? Are you afraid of not leaving anything behind?"

He glared at her as she called the guards to take him back to his cell. But it seemed she had gotten to him.

He thought about her questions before falling asleep on his cot.

(The next day.)

"Patient interview 5..."

Crane smiled as he leant forward, licking his lips, tapping his fingers together menacingly. "How are you today?"

"Fine, thank you. You?" Eve answered politely.

"Fine."

"That's good." She paused and took the sight of him in. Approving. "I see they took you to the showers, trimmed your hair, and allowed you a shave?"

His eyes met hers in realization. "Ah, So you're the one that made them do it?"

She nodded. "I felt it was unhealthy for you to go without a shower for weeks at a time, especially with no shave or a hair cut." A frown formed on her face. "They abuse you here. I don't like that."

He leant back. "Hmm..Yes...I see...Thank you. I was beginning to itch terribly."

Eve stifled a chuckle. "I'd imagine so."

There was a pause. A few awkward minutes went by as they both stated at each other.

"Tell me doctor why do you care for me?" Crane spoke up.

Eve furrowed her brows. "Why shouldn't I?"

"I could give you thousands of reasons. You should cower in fear before me, not yelling at the guards for being rude or violent. In fact, you should be ecstatic at their treatment of me, not angry or sorrowful."

"Is it bad to care for someone?" She inquired.

"To care for a criminal, yes."

"Would you like me to treat you like they do?"

He frowned, faltering. "...No..."

"...Then I'll continue to care for you properly."

He nodded, leaning back in his chair.

(Scarecrow refused to see her the next day, but came to the session two days later.)

"Patient Interview 6..."

"...How are you, Eve?"

"Good, thank you. But I keep telling you, Johnny, this is my session. I ask the questions."

Scarecrow's eyes dilated and he shook his head, clucking his tongue. "It was your session, Doctor, but not anymore."

The security guard spoke up, walking forward worriedly, as Eve began to sway as if she were sick. "Are you OK, doc?"

She hesitated but nodded. "I...I-"

Crane chuckled darkly. "Oh, she's fine. Just questioning her grip on reality. You should be doing the same any second..."

The guard staggered backwards, his face contorting into an expression of horror. "Mom, is that you? Wait, what are you doing?!"

Eve remained calm, still swaying as if she were going to be physically sick any minute.

Annoyed that his doctor wasn't reacting at all, he sprayed her again, dousing Eve with more of his fear gas. Afterwards, Crane picked up her recorder.

Now he was conducting the interview sessions.

"Asylum interview 1. My experiment is underway. Working alone, I have created my ultimate Fear Gas, its potency a revelation."

The guard screamed. "Please, daddy, don't do it! Ah! Ahh!"

Crane continued. "I have developed feelings of... kindness towards my doctor. That had to stop. I've decided to gas her. To see what she fears most."

He watched as Eve tried to steady herself.

"I need to get rid of her. She... confuses me. The doctors say she's truly fearless...That she fears nothing, not even death. That her...bravery was one of the main reasons she was hired... "

Eve remained calm. Not showing any signs of fear.

This infuriated Crane. He grabbed her shoulders, and shook her violently. "How come your not doing anything!? Tell me what you see! Tell me! Come on! Scream!"

Suddenly, as if she had just come out of a trance, she smiled up at him. "Nothing. I see nothing." She lost her balance ever so slightly, gripping the table for support. "Although I feel a little sick, I feel no fear."

Crane growled, taken back. "What?! You're lying! Tell me! Tell me what you see, dammit!"

She chuckled, laughing in his face. "I see nothing. I'm not hallucinating at all."

He screamed, shaking her again. "What!? No! Impossible!"

"Nothing's impossible, Johnny. Like I told you the first day I met you...I'm fearless. I...have nothing to lose."

Crane let go of her and staggered backwards, mouth agape. "N-Nobody's fearless! That's ridiculous! How are you still standing? How come it's not affecting you?"

Eve shook her head slightly. "Who says it's not?"

Crane smiled and laughed hysterically. "I knew it. What is it like? What are you seeing?"

"I see nothing. It's affecting me, yes. But only physically. Nothing more. I feel no fear, I see no hallucinations." She smiled again. "You've failed, Johnny. How does that make you feel? Threatened, humiliated?-" She stood up on her tiptoes towards Scarecrow, a smirk on her black lips. "Scared?"

The guards burst in and grabbed Crane, cuffing him as he screamed.

"I will find out your fears! I will! You have to be afraid of something! I'll perfect my toxin, and make a batch just for you! You'll see! Soon the mere mention of my name will drive you into hysterics!"

He bucked, trying to get rid of the guards hold on his body.

"I have to get rid of you! He says I do! I have to listen! You're ruining everything!"