Batman dropped to his knees. He hated the man for this very reason. He slowly closed his eyes, willing the visions to go away. Scarecrow paced around him just out of his reach tauntingly asking the Caped Crusader maddening questions.
"What is it, hm?" Asked Scarecrow sincerely, "What is it that makes Batman tick? What is he so afraid of that he can't lift himself off the ground? What scares the unscareable? Or is it such a little thing, that you would be embarrassed to share it with me, hm?" He asked the last question with a smirk. That was it for Batman. Still facing the ground, panting heavily, he decided to answer this sore excuse for a scientist once and for all... In his own way of course.
Scarecrow was just to emit what HE thought would be a pretty good evil laugh when Batman saved him the trouble, whilst still on his knees and facing the ground by saying, "When I was young I was always in fear," he panted, he knew he already had Scarecrow's attention for the man was silent, "I ran away in fear," Batman continued and he paused, still battling the ongoing visions in his head, "And in fear I trained, so no one could ever make me tremble again." He stares ahead unseeingly as he says this sentence, pauses again and then continues slowly, carefully, "I worked WITH my fear." He looked up at scarecrow, pain evident on his face, and slowly gets up saying, "I learned to EMBRACE the fear," He slowly, menacingly started walking towards Scarecrow, who immediately began backing off. Batman's face, although it held pain, it showed a promise of much more of such pain for the doctor in its expression. "Fear is what moves me, into ACTION," Batman paused again in his speech, however the pace he was walking forwards at never changed. It was still maddeningly slow. "I became part of my fear," Scarecrow could see the hostility in the man's eyes as he continued his slow walk towards him. The fear-loving man felt the alley's wall press up against his back. He had no where to run to. "And if I never HAD fear..." Batman paused, stopping about three inches in front of Scarecrow's wide eyed face. He firmly took ahold of the scientist's collar, lifting him slightly of the ground, just enough so he couldn't run if he had wanted to.. and he wanted to. Batman leaned forward so he could growl into Johnathon's ear, "I wouldn't be here right now." Scarecrow could feel the vigilante's hot breath on his neck, "And then, you people from Arkham wouldn't be the cowering idiots you are now. Remember that." Scarecrow felt the handcuffs get slapped onto his wrist, a bit painfully he might add, but he could care less, as long as the Dark Knight left his presence ASAP.
Bullock came into Commissioner Gordon who had been to busy to leave his office to go pick up the fear-loving professor.
"Hey Commish. Justa quick update. We found Professor Crane shiverin' in the alleyway," he said without interest.
"Shivering?" inquired the Commissioner. He checked the temperature on the gauge outside his window. "It's not THAT cold."
"Didn't hafta be," retorted the Detective. "He wasn't shiverin' from the cold... he was shivering out of FEAR."
A/N: If you recognize this story, it is because I got a new account on and I transferred it from my old account to my new account(this one). Thx!