The Interview tape can be found on YouTube; just look up: Batman Arkham Asylum Patient Interviews: Scarecrow.
The interview used in this chapter is the third one I believe...
You know...I considered stopping this story on the last chapter, I mean...if I had it wouldn't have been a half bad ending...But I didn't so anyway, Read and review!

"Patient interview 9. Dr. Crane 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. What is it about fear that drives your obsessions?" The static affected voice of Dr. Kellerman came from the small recording device. Jonathan answered then, the sound of fabric rubbing against itself evident. "Fear drives everything, Stephen. Everything. Your life is governed by fear. Every decision you make is a product of that fear."
"Don't be ridiculous."

"You married your wife...Margaret, isn't it?...because you were scared of dying alone. You have children because you are scared of leaving nothing behind that really matters. You go to the doctors because you're scared of dying. Do I need to go on?"

"No. I think that will be all for today. Guards!"

Catherine pulled the recorder away from her ear as she gazed across the chaos.

Smoke, fog and screams filled the air. And for once it wasn't just happening in her head. She watched as a boy wielding what she assumed was a baseball bat practically pummeled a man beneath him. She having been watching when the event took place knew that it wasn't out of anger that the boy destroyed the man, but fear.

She scratched her nose as the boy suddenly screamed and stumbled back from demons that remained unseen by Catherine. The boy kept calling out, yelling for help and crying for whatever it was to stop.

Catherine took another sip of water as she smirked, her breath fogging the window.

"Welcome to the narrows kid. No one's going to save you." She sighed and turned around noting with distaste that the mess had only seemed to spread. "I only hit him on the head..." Catherine grumbled pulling the large elderly gentleman who owned the house she was currently occupying as of twenty minutes ago. She pressed two fingers against his sweaty neck and she sighed.

The man still had a pulse.

She grinned suddenly, pulling herself to her full height as she covered her eyes with the palm of her hands. "HA!" She cried out at the thin air. She dragged her hands down her face until they wrapped about her chest, constricting.

"A walking heart attack in the dark...that's what he is." She whispered after a moment. Suddenly she sighed and looked at the unconscious man. "Sorry about this, really I am...I just needed somewhere to hide while all this crap played out. Don't worry though, I'm leaving now." Catherine said casually to the man as if he would respond at any moment. She quickly gathered her things, pulling on a gas mask that Henri had given her the moment she had exited the asylum. He had merely told her that she would be needing it before he seemed to vanish.

She left the apartment quietly, the door left open behind her.

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"Fascinating. I never would have imagined that their fear and hopelessness would drive them to this. It is a more hideous reaction than I ever dared dream. How positively glorious...!" Scarecrow laughed loudly from his vantage point above one of Gotham's many building's. He looked up, his eyes following the tram as it darted past building's before disappearing from his sight completely.

Burlap tickled against Jonathan's skin as his lips played against the stitched edge. He hoped Catherine had as wonderful a view as he did.

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Catherine watched the tram as well, but not with the same amount of joy as Jonathan had. Perhaps originally, but now she was only filled with dread, for the tracks had been blown away by a very aggressive looking black car.

"Well...that changes things."

A small sarcastic voice in the back of her head seemed highly amused however.
Poor Henri.

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Jonathan had watched face contorted with rage as the tram hit the ground, flinging itself sideways as it skimmed across the pavement and into a parking garage. Scarecrow was flaring in the back of his mind, practically screeching. He clenched and unclenched his fist slowly before a resounding bang went off. On reflex his hand went to his shoulder, where the pain had bloomed like a flower. He raised his fingers to his eyes and saw that red now stained them.

Jonathan released any control he once had as he turned slowly. Scarecrow grinned.
"Why don't you tell me what you're scared of?"

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Catherine held him close the moment he stumbled through the apartment door. She ignored the blood that stained his hands and the blood that stained hers. She focused solely on the heat his body radiated. She clawed at his mask like a dog, attempting to pull it off. Finally it fell to the floor and when it did Catherine was pushed back until both were tangled on the floor.

Catherine pushed him off when she saw his shoulder. Her face became serious as she pulled the clothing from the wound. Her eyes narrowed. "What happened?" She asked quietly. Jonathan turned his face to the side in an attempt to avoid her gaze. "Some idiot with a gun." suddenly he looked at her gleefully.

"You should have heard him squeal. There is nothing so intoxicating as the scream of a traumatized child." He whispered as he pushed his forehead against hers. Catherine smirked.
"Tell me about it later, but for now I need to clean that." She whispered as she got up and headed toward her room.

She returned shortly with a first aid kit and a pair of tweezers, along with rubbing alcohol. Jonathan looked down for a moment as if in shame.
"I failed." He said slowly. Suddenly he cried out as terrible stinging took hold of his senses. Jonathan and Scarecrow each glared at her angrily. She had dumped the rubbing alcohol on his wound and was now beginning to rub with a vengeance.
"No, no you didn't. You gave them a taste of what you're capable of...we just can't do this alone."

We?

Oh we are definitely keeping her.

She applied some pressure as she tenderly pulled the injury gauze, up over and around in a continuous cycle as the bullet hole was wrapped. She gave him a look as she smirked once more. "Lucky for you, I know just the guy."

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The joker had certainly enjoyed the show from his spot as he watched everything unfold, his grin never fading. He had even gotten a glimpse of Catherine push her way into someone's apartment, sending them to the floor within instants. It made him proud to have been the one to help her in her 'one bad day'.

He suddenly started giggling, his knife held tightly in his fingers.
"All it takes is one bad day!"