Nighttime at Arkham Asylum was creepy. The inmates would stay up late, plotting their next escapes while others were asleep. That night, everyone was sleeping, except for a certain inmate.
Jonathan Crane, also known as Scarecrow, lay awake in his cell, not wanting to sleep. His hair, which was blond and long, lay around his head like a golden crown. He was in his black leggings, orange shirt, and brown hood. The book he had been reading was resting open on his chest, titled: Wicked. Sitting up, he swung his legs off the bed and stared through the caged door. He was going to escape.
Jonathan reached into his pocket and pulled out a bobby pin and began picking the lock. The door unlocked and opened with a small creek. He closed the door behind him and quietly locked it before sneaking down the hall. He walked through the front door and ran down the path. The chilly winter wind blew against his face and ruffled his hair. He went to the top of a building and admired the view of Gotham City from under a advert board. Cars and other vehicles drove down the streets below and police sirens rang out through the night. Jonathan felt his yellow eyes closing, lay down under the board, and fell asleep, his chest rising and falling.
Batman was out on his usual patrol over the city. He didn't see any crime and turned on his comn-link.
"Alfred, I'm heading home," he said. "That sounds lovely, sir," Alfred replied.
Batman spotted something from under the advert board of a quilt factory. He peered through his binoculars and recognized the figure. It was Jonathan, and he was sleeping. Grappling over to the quilt factory, Batman landed on the roof and walked over to Jonathan. He slipped his arms under the Scarecrow and picked him up like a bride.
He placed him in the passenger seat of the Batmobile and climbed into the driver's seat. The sleeping man was curled up on his side, his head resting on his arm. Batman pulled out a thick blanket and placed it over him and began driving. He turned to the Scarecrow, who had woken up.
"Batman?" Jonathan groggily asked, eyes opening.
"Go back to sleep, Jonathan." He had called him Jonathan instead of Scarecrow. Batman decided to bring him back to his manor to have him sleep in a bed and not out in the cold.
He drove the Batmobile towards his home.