Jackson stared out the window as his plane entered Florida and the pilot announced another 30 minutes before it reached the Miami airport and he was more than eager to see his Lisa again and wrap his arms around her. It still amused him to think he once wanted to wrap his hands around her neck and choke her as payback for all the hell she caused. There truly was a thin line between love and hate and he crossed it happily to reach the happiness that waited them. Soon he would be on bended knee in some romantic settings and putting his heart and life in her hands. Despite all the death and destruction he once created hes willingly spend eternity in her arms as their little tykes destroyed the house around them.
As much as he loved the idea of a blissful life with his lady he still had unfinished business to take care off. His brother, his twin was alive and well. After all these years of being separated, of believing he was dead , and suffering from loneliness it was all for not. Jackson's blood began to boil and he never felt so eager for a knife and body before as he cursed them all. His grandmother from hell, his aunt and uncle who ripped him away and made his life miserable. He would have carved vengeance into their hearts, painted blood in their souls, and misery in their minds. Who gave them the right? He and Jonathan stood by each other when no one stood up for them and and they damned the town for their hatred. They never had to question the cause of their grief because they always knew the truth of their bloodstained parentage. Before they turned three they learned to hate her, the bitch, the monster, their grandmother the sadistic church-parader. He could have easily exposed her unchristian behavior cause he had scars that were proof of her hatred and cruelty and then she let those heartless bastards take him and further destroy his future. Killing them was the best thing he did besides asking Lisa on their first date.
But thats all in the past now, John was alive and the only thing standing in the way was Bruce Wayne but he wasn't a cause for concern. He draw the answer out of him if he had to use every trick in the book.
Jonathan Crane shook as he was hit with foreign bloodlust and Scarecrow roared with hunger for fear and pain. The door opened and he turned to the man in the doorway who has come to check on him but he was to late because Jonathan was lost. He felt his legs bending as his body started to crouch, hands turning to feather and claws, skin stretching, and his ears was filled with the sound of a thousand wings flapping and disturbing the air, and a screech rising from his throat. He left the ground as a man and hit the ground as Scarecrow.