SwordStitcher-I was threatened with grievous injury if I didn't...glad you liked it, though!

Voodoo-Mutant-Child-There's a drug called Smiles that can be rather unpleasant, actually.

AN: All opinions expressed in this piece are not Jonathan Crane's, not mine. Not that I'm off the hook-I'm sure he doesn't like me, either.

How very observant of you to notice.

I don't think I should be enjoying inflicting fear on people like this. It's most invigorating.

He's been on the news lots of times, but never live. The only footage they have of him is a handful of grainy cell phone videos.

That's all about to change.

"Hello, Gotham." Scarecrow rasps to the camera. "We interrupt this broadcast for a very special announcement."

Apart from this being his annual Halloween performance, this serves a more practical purpose. Namely, the scary fansites they stumbled upon a few weeks ago. Those have got to go. He still has memories of one story involving himself and the Joker doing…nighttime things. With handcuffs.

Please quit bringing that up, it makes me ill.

I didn't mean to! It just appeared.

You're live, so talk.

"How is everyone tonight?" He cocks his head to the side-the best he can do for a smile. "Happy? Healthy? Scared out of your wits?"

He perches himself on the edge of the desk, and folds his hands in his lap. He can hear the reporters crying softly off-camera.

"I've been looking around on the internet lately." he says. "I like it. There's all sorts of demented individuals on there. Jonny reckons you could all do with some remedial English courses, but I don't care." He leans forward. "But then I came across something interesting."

The crying gets a little louder and he turns his head. It's mostly coming from a young woman in a nice skirt and shiny heels. He chose this station because of her. She is the one that wrote the horrible, horrible story under the penname of Slashfan3200. She won't be writing anything else for a long time.

"There are several fansites out there on the big bad net. Some of them were rather amusing. I was even flattered by a few. But some of them made me sick."

Jonathan takes over and tugs the mask off. After a minute of straightening his hair and putting his glasses back on, he faces the camera.

"I can't have you thinking this is a joke, Gotham." he says lightly. "It is me, I assure you. Now, about those websites…"

He stands up and walks over to the crying woman.

"Miss Adrianne Walker." he reads. "Known in some circles as Slashfan3200. Tell me, Miss Walker, where do you get your ideas?"

She takes one look at him and squeezes her eyes shut. He shoots a grin at the camera and kneels down next to her. When she still refuses to make eye contact, he grips her face and makes her look at him.

"I honestly don't care where you get them. I just want you to stop slandering my name." He forces Scarecrow back down and drags the woman over to the desk. "The only stories you will be writing from now on will be the ravings of a madwoman."

Scarecrow takes control again and puts the mask back on, scratching up Jonathan's glasses in the process.

"Sweet dreams."

He gasses her and her cries become full-blown shrieks of terror. Scarecrow stands there, drinking it all in, before turning back to the camera.

"Pleasant screams, Gotham. Don't forget to check your children's candy for razor blades. And now for the weather."

The screen goes black.

THE END