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Scarecrow's Last Call
If he wanted Sparrow he was going to get me. Hopping on the Sparrow Cycle I reified up the engine taking off to the Arkham Asylum. Speeding passed stop signs, traffic lights, police and citizens of Gotham. Slamming inside Arkham I didn't even sign in and the Commissioner spots me. Gordon tries to stop the raging force going down the cold, chanting halls. Shaking the earth below, eyes at my target and anger raved inside my body wanting to beat the living hell out of Crane.
My feet keep going to his cell; making it there he grins twisted knowing why I was here. I open the cage my self and cuff him pushing him down the hall. Passing the Joker's cell he says,
"Sparrow, what a nice visit to bad that you did come to see me; I have been dying to see you," I ignore his purring voice and continue pushing Crane down the hall into the intimidation room. Slamming his ass into a chair while Gotham P.D. watched knowing I was playing the bad cop, today. Staring bitterly into his blue eyes narrowing on him, his brown matted hair and teeth peeking out of his shadowy grin.
"Alright, Scarecrow I am part of the game. Who is the next pawn that I have to try rescue, huh? Since you already tried to kill me today, while I was in the Batcave studying you sent me a gift that kills by the way I loved the message, 'save your life hero or die trying.' signed by none other than you." Throwing the tag across the table; he starts laughing at my seriousness like all of them usually do.
"Listen, here, hero." Jetting his eyes at me, "you got class, style and you scare the living shit out of most of us," he paused when sifting in his sift to get comfortable, "but, you have one flaw," holding one finger up in the air, "fear." He rasps at me trying to scare me and intimidate me. My body gets up and grabs his shoulders.
"Listen, here, villain." I whisper in his ear, "if you try messing with me," he twitched, "you will get one hell of a beating right here, right now in front of everyone behind that glass and I will have no problem doing so," pausing to see him shookin' up a bit, "and I know what your fear is," letting go of his shoulders and let the cape glide in after me. I spin around to look at him as my cape wraps around my body. Sitting back in my seat, "and I am not afraid to use it against you." Eyes narrow into his weak stare. He was afraid. I got him right where I wanted him.
"Alright, Intimidator, you want to play?" He knew when I opened that box I was playing; he knew my answer. My Batcell starts vibrating, Gordon. Go, figure. I pull it out quietly and looked what you are doing! Are you trying to commit suicide? Get out of there, now. I ignore it and turn back to Scarecrow and lowered the volume to silent.
"You knew when I was going to open that box I was going to play." Play was on the edge of irk. "Scared of breaking it, Scarecrow?" I tease knowing he was giving up. Knowing I was going to pound his face in and he was playing smart. But, smart covered his fear with a mask. That I could easily rip off his grubby face. I was winning. Leaning in closer and snatching his chin, "Are you? Because I think you are."
His silence was melting in and he was breaking in my grasp. He was seeing someone else that was familiar but, couldn't picture her in his mind without seeing her in person. Smirking I let go and turn away looking out the corner of my eye. "Do you remember a girl, around my height wearing a one piece black uniform with bird characteristics on it? Do you remember?" Now, I wasn't playing nice. I watch him tremble in his cold, hard, metal hair across the table. Fingers intertwined, my elbows on the table, my eyes dancing, and my head rested on my hands.
Knowing that my inbox was being overflowed with messages from the Commissioner I still had my attention on Scarecrow. Narrowing on him and not losing my target. "I think her name was," I pause to mess with his mind, "Crow. Now, I never got to fight her but, I heard Robin did and he said she was pretty-interesting." words dancing and wrapping around his head; shutting his eyes tightly against me as she haunts his mind. I love my job. Grinning, watching him fall apart.
"Listen, you! I don't know her!" Jumping out of his chair, yelling at me while, I sit there quietly and enjoying him snap. Not moving a muscle I say,
"You did, she worked her you for two to three weeks." His face bitter, teeth clashing to together and my finger spin a Sparrow Rang in the air. "You know how I know?" I cut my self off letting him guess in his head. "Because I am, Crow," He didn't believe me and show him one of her weapons. I even acted like her and then, he was pissed he knew and he wanted revenge.
"No wonder you ran up and not down." The cops were probably running around in circles wondering if they should arrest me or leave me alone. After all, it was only two weeks last summer and they didn't get anything on her. My smirk turned into a devious grin knowing I won. I left him in there alone locking the door. Gordon chased after me and grabbed my arm,
"You have a lot of explaining to do." I get him off me and keep running to Crane's cell searching for anything that he was working on. I spotted needles, a knife and phobia venom under his mattress. Snatching the knife in my hand it cuts through the mattress finding more and more evidence that he was trying to make more venom while he was in the villain's hell hole.
"You guys are supposed to check their cells everyday, so shit like this," I pick up a vial of venom, "does happen." Throwing the vial on the dirt covered concrete floor. "Pick this shit up and make sure you check this stall the most." I grumble at him as I run back to the intimidation room and I glide back inside. He watches me coming in and sitting down into the chair.
"Did you find anything?" I checked his stall myself and found vials of venom and weapons.
"Yes, I did." I throw the knife into the air and stab it into the table. Grinning he laughs at my findings and he knew that's not all I found in his stall that he calls home sweet home. That Commissioner probably thought I was stupid for being the knife with me and stabbing it into the table were he could probably use it against me after, all it was his knife.
"Well, I see you are stupid enough to show a villain his own weapon." I shrug and sit there,
"Am I?" I smirk back barking his down. He escapes and comes at me with the knife and I dodge the knife. Grab a chair wedged it under the handle. My back turned away I knew his was there and grab his wrist. Kicking, punching and threw that knife at the window and it stayed because it cut through the glass. He was stumbling over knowing he had venom on him. I grab the venom using it against him and knocking him out cold. Cuffing him again and throwing him in his cell. Locked him back up and watch him shake as his phobias danced violently around him.
"That was one hell of a show, Sparrow." Commissioner Gordon stands next to me and I look at him.
"A hero's work is never done." I walk out of Arkham Asylum and rode away. Back in the Batcave dad watches me pull in. Dad was watching he hacked into the security system of the Arkham Asylum. My lips bulletined shut. He asks but, no answer. Running up the stairs, crashing into bed, changing and then, going to bed even though it was six at night. Sound asleep. There was nothing he could do as he watches in my doorway.
I slept for five more days and not willing to wake up. I wake up finally after the sixth day. My cuts still there and my eyes still dark. Bruce looks at me while, Richard was in my room near my window. Shrugging my shoulders I get up and head down stairs into the kitchen. Fixing myself a toasty bagel with crème cheese; teeth naw into it and Alfred just carefully looked over as I left.
Walking into the Batcave, holding my bagel with my teeth, and typing away on the Batcomputer. Hearing Richard's feet tap on the floor I continue on to contact Robin I ignore him and continue on.
"You handled Scarecrow roughly," He grabs my shoulder, "you were playing the bad cop?" I ignore him and kept typing hard and fast on the keys. Sighing he says, "Look, I know your still mad about yesterday that's probably why you went after Scarecrow." Eyes still on the screen, fingers typing like hell and lips shut. "And we also didn't know that-that venom could kill you and if it did we would have him killed too. So," he pauses knowing that they were still not forgiven, "I hope that you forgive us sooner or later." Leaving the Batcave he disappears. I didn't care.
Scarecrow thought that he won but, he got his last call from me. He wanted to try to mess with my head that plan didn't turn out the way he wanted, he snapped. I could bet that Gordon was still trying to figure me out and if he should throw me in jail for that matter. I probably wouldn't care because I was undercover.
My Batcell rang my look at the caller I.D.; Commissioner Gordon.
"Sparrow, you better have a good reason to have committed those crimes as someone else." I did,
"Listen, up, I was undercover for I Need A Doctor back last summer for two weeks. I went under the code name Crow and I was a very, very careful and clever about my mission to take Scarecrow down and into jail. I finished the case and Robin booked him." He was shocked that I would go undercover and smash all the G.C.P.D's cars in one night; every night.
"Alright, I will let you off the hook but, next time, just tell me." I grin on the other line,
"Then, that would to easy." I click off and get back to typing on the Batcomputer.
