Revenge is a dish, best served with fear.


He'd had enough. Enough of all the teasing and name calling, it reminded him too much of home.

Jonathan sat on his bed, his fingers laced together as he sat cross legged on his bed, studying the rest of the inmates that either passed his cell with their guards or sat in their own cells.

Almost every inmate had a guard with them, they would stand outside their cell as guards so if anything happened, like an inmate was sick or tried to commit suicide. It was meant to protect the inmates but it usually caused great harm to the guards.

Jonathan wasn't aloud guards outside his cell, since the last two he had he talked into suicide, his excuse was he was bored and needed something to entertain himself.

That in itself was a lie, he hadn't been bored, the men had insulted him, calling him scarecrow but in the mocking way, the same mocking way his peers used to call him when ether they beat him up.

It was safe to say that the Scarecrow did not take kindly to being teased and picked on, so therefore the idiots that had recently picked on him would pay.

Edward, Ivy and Croc! All of them would pay.

Jonny, it's taking too long! What's the matter? Scared?

"No," Jonathan whispered. "Considering how to do it."

Easy. Toxin.

"That wouldn't work on Ivy."

Now she's away from her plants she won't be able to fight it.

"Her body has enough chemicals flowing through it to stop our toxin from working."

Ah… true. But Nigma isn't nor is Croc and it's about time we got revenge on that reptilian abomination!

"How do you purpose we do that?"

What good are puppets if they don't dance to the tune we play for them?

Jonathan smirked at Scarecrow's response, unnerving the guard who came over to take him to the rec-room.

He was led through the corridor, Edward gave him a lobsided smirk as he passed his cell.

"Morning Jonny boy."

"Good morning Edward." Little puppet on a string! Scarecrow added as he stood just behind Edward waving his fingers round like he was controlling a marionette.

Jonathan smirked ever so slightly before he spoke again. "Pleasant sleep?"

"Yes actually it was."

"Good to hear," Because it'll be your last! Scarecrow spoke again before he was following Jonathan out of the hallway.

It was Halloween, the last time it was Halloween every single on of them were free and out, causing havoc and killing anyone who got in their way. Cops, ambulance service, firefighters, all of them. Hard to believe it had been a year since that day, since everything ended. Yes the rogues were still alive but, it all seemed so meaningless now. There was no one to stop them, no reason from to continue with their work, since all of them knew, deep down that the only reason they continued was because of him. Because of Batman.

The day went by smoothly, the rogues hardly seemed interested in causing any trouble, especially today. It was like the fact that there had been no Batman for a year had finally hit them and they were just coming to terms with it.

Jonathan spent the day alone, he was with the others but he didn't interact with them, the occasional good morning was passed between them, but that was it.

He sat in the corner, book in hand, reading while plotting in his head revenge, which wasn't going to well.

He couldn't think of a way to get revenge on all of them, he usually good think up ways for two of them or just one but… there was always the third left and it was usually Ivy.

Soon the day drove into night and the rogues were placed in their cells for the night, but it seemed neither of them had any intentions of sleeping. Jonathan didn't he needed a revenge and he was going to damn right come up with one, tonight.

"I'm bored," Harley spoke up, swinging her legs over her bed before she lay her head back. "It's Halloween ta-day ain't it?"

"Yes Harley it is," Edward replied from somewhere down the hall.

Jonathan was mostly staying quiet and not paying attention to them before two words caught his attention.

Ghost Stories.

At first he'd misheard Harley, so he listened more carefully and sure enough it came up again followed by a heated argument between the inhabitants of the corridor they were on. Some wanted to do it and others were more content with silence or what they had been previously doing.

"I do not see anything wrong with ghost stories," Jonathan spoke as he slowly closed his book, but kept his finger on the page. "It was one of the few things my peers would allow me to join in on at home."

"See, Jonny likes the idea!"

"Well, Jon would, wouldn't he?" Edward bit back.

"What's wrong Riddles, scared?" Harley teased.

Edward rolled his eyes. "Hardly. I am simply struggling to see the point."

"There ain't no point to ghost stories other then scaring the hell out of people!" Garfield cried as he leaned over his bunk and looked down at Drury who was underneath him, grinning down at the smaller of the two who was cowering below him. "Ain't that right, Drury?"

"I- I like ghost stories…" Drury trailed off biting his lip. "It's just.. I don't see the point. We're all adults here aren't we?"

"Do ya know how ironic that sentence was coming from you?" Garfield deadpanned before he shrugged. "Besides, who doesn't like a good old ghost story, I know I like them and since we're all adults, we don't have the fear of not being able to sleep."

Jonathan smirked slightly. Oh wait till he was finished with them, they wouldn't be so confident then. Yes a few, no most of the rogues who also lived in this corridor did not deserve his wrath but oh well… beggars can't be choosers as the saying went.

"I haven't heard a ghost story in a while," Kirk whispered as he sat on his bed, arms wrapped tightly around his knees, resting his head on top.

"Nor me!" Otis piped up, as he stroked a rat under the chin before it crawled off to join it's many friends in his cell.

"Ha, I got some good ones!" Croc growled from somewhere further down the corridor followed by Ivy speaking up.

"Fine, so long as we get this done as quickly as possible."

"Aw come on Red, get in the spirit of the season!"

"Hard' tonight is the anniversary of my death. Forgive me if I am not too happy today."

"As I have said many times, Doctor Isley, I am sorry but it was not my fault," Crane bit out before he opened his book again and began to read it.

"Well," Harley shrugged slightly. "Who's going first?"

"Why don't you child? You did suggest it after all."

"What a great idea Professa!"

So Harley began and they all listened, well all except Jonathan who was running through the many ghost stories he had locked up in his head. Most of them were from Georgia.

That's a lame one, Jonny! Scarecrow growled in his head. Why don't ya let me pick the story. I know scary, a lot better then you will ever know it.

Jonathan rolled his eyes slightly. "Let us see how the others do before he fully decided on ours," he whispered harshly to Scarecrow just as Harley finished her story.

"Okay," Edward sighed before he shook his head. "Clowns? Harley really. Slight poor taste don't you think?"

"What's a poor taste about clowns?"

"What do ya think girl? Garfield barked from his bed before he peered under at Drury and frowned. "Seriously, dude? You're shaking already? What are ya made of, jelly or something?"

"Didn't you find it scary?" Drury breathed as he stared up at him.

"No, I didn't," Garfield smirked. "But it's my turn so, get ready for a scarin'!"

Jonathan rolled his eyes. "Fire related, it has to be."

Turned out it was and by the end of it poor Drury was quivering like a leaf and Otis was scowling.

"Why'd ya burn the rats?!"

"It's the only damn good thing those vermin as useful for! Fuel."

"Why I aughta' feed ya to my rats for that!"

"Oh come on, it's Drury's turn you guys!" Harley cried and Drury gulped.

"Well… okay then.." he shuffled nervously and began.

To this, Scarecrow simply didn't listen at all. He knew Drury fairly well and knew it would be a waste of time to listen to his story and by the end of it you would of thought he was telling a funny story because Harley fell off her bed laughing, tears streaming down her face as she clutched her stomach with laughter.

Garfield whacked Drury on the back of the head and scowled at him. "That wasn't scary, that was damn right funny! I said ghost story you dip stick, not family comedy."

Drury went red before he clutched his pillow to his chest. "I thought it was scary," he whispered.

Croc rolled his eyes. "Drury you think the sound of a pin dropping is scary! You aint' got no chance of telling a scary story, me on the other hand," Croc ginned toothily in the dark, his eyes glowing yellow as he slowly uncurled himself from being wrapped up and walked over to the bars. "I got one good one."

In his cell Jonathan half listened, but mostly didn't he was still trying to come up with something. Something that would terrify all of them.

Use a true one. Scarecrow whispered.

Why? Jonathan questioned as he sat there, still flicking through his book.

You know what they say Jonny. The really scary ones are the ones that are true, because that actually happened.

I suppose, Jonathan replied before he frowned, But now I must think of a truly horrifying story that is true.

Shouldn't be too hard considering our track record, Scarecrow cackled making the ex-psychologist roll his eyes.

"Oh eww, gross Croc-ky!" Harley stuck her tongue out.

"He… ate him?" Edward deadpanned. "Why am I not surprised."

"I have one my many friends!" Jervis cried to the shock of all.

"I can't believe he ate him…" Drury whispered as he hid behind his pillow, when Gar looked under to see him all he saw was a pair of eyes staring at him, wide and unblinking.

"It's Croc, what where ya expecting!? Anyway, Techt? Ya got one?"

"Indeed!"

"Well lets hear it then."

It was by all accounts the most boring story out of the lot and by the end of it all of them simply groaned, other then Drury of course.

"That was just Alice in wonderland but the white rabbit was a vampire!" Edward shouted and Jervis nodded.

"Indeed! Wasn't it a terrifying thought my friends?"

"The original story is more scary," Otis cried as he shook his head. "But I got one and it's about-."

"Let me guess… cheese that eats rats?" Garfield grinned and Otis scowled at him. "Or is it the other way round?"

"You'll see won't you?! Now shut up it's my turn!"

By now Jonathan was getting bored, all of their stories were just not scary at all.. they were… for lack of a better word, boring and unimaginative. Their stories would scare a bunch of school children, sure, maybe, maybe not Drury's, but the others that's all they would achieve.

Scarecrow appeared to be just as bored and he was itching to get out and it seemed that the stories were coming to a close anyway. People were either running out of ideas or they were gradually falling asleep.

"Well… that's all of them isn't it?" Edward questioned as he sat upright staring around the corridor.

"I ain't got anymore," Gar muttered as he lay down on his belly, hands resting in front of him with his head resting on them studying what was going on in front of him.

"Nor me," Harley piped up before she snapped her fingers. "Professa'! You ain't givin' us one!"

Jonathan looked over at him and blinked, his book still in his hands.

"I do not have a story child," he explained as he closed his book after folding the page he was on, before he set it down on the floor.

"Don't give me that!" Harley whined. "It's you! You're the master of fear, Professa!"

"Yeah, Crane!" Gar yelled. "You of all people should have one."

"Maybe he's getting too old to remember them," Ivy laughed, venom lacing her words.

"No, I simply don't believe any of you are old enough to hear them," Jonathan snapped back quite calmly.

There was silence down the corridor before Otis spoke up. "You… you have some then?"

"I have many."

"Well… you wanna tell us one?"

Jonathan paused before he closed his eyes and took his glasses off his face. A twisted look took hold of his features and there was a new look to his eyes, like an amber glow to them and he smirked.

"Sure little rat, I have one," Scarecrow hissed before he chuckled. "But ya might need to change the sheets afterwards."

"Can't be that scary," Gar spoke up against the Scarecrow.

"Ohh… little lightning bug, it is that scary. There's nothing more scary then a memory or a tale that is true."

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Jonathan asked Scarecrow which story he was going to be telling.

"Our's, Jonny," Scarecrow whispered so the others wouldn't hear him. He looked down at his hands as he decided how to start it, a smile tugging at his lips at all times. "Are you sitting comfortably?" he paused as no reply came from the others. "Don't care either way, just think you should since it's the only bit of comfort you'll be getting for tonight."

"Oh just start you sorry excuse for a hay pile!" Edward hissed.

"Very well," Scarecrow whispered before he smirked in the darkness and let his hair fall in his face, looking up through the strands his eyes caught the light in the dark, making them sparkle as he grinned, showing off sparkling white teeth that seemed to gleam like a knife in the dark. "There once was a boy…"

The silence that followed was harrowing to say the least. Not a word was spoken as the Scarecrow spoke his tale, adding in extra little things, like the thing that each one of them feared in some way or another. Added ever so subtly but they were there and he knew they had noticed them, he was sure of it.

Towards the end of it, the rogues were either hiding behind their pillows, or they had their blankets wrapped around them tightly. Otis had his rats all curled around him in a protective mass of comfort, Drury and Garfield were actually both sitting on Drury's bed, hugging each other out of fear. Even Croc was at the back chewing on a bone for a little bit of extra comfort while Ivy stroked her plants and had them wrap around her. Poor Jervis had pulled his hat down over his eyes, as if that would shield him from the terror the Scarecrow was telling.

In the dark the Scarecrow grinned as he came towards the end of his tale. He knew they would not be able to sleep tonight, his tale was everything they feared and more. He had got his revenge and all it took were mere words.

"And she was never heard from again," the Scarecrow finished with a smirk that flashed of something in-human and evil as he finished his tale. "Trick'r,treat."

THE END.


Note: As someone had quite rightly said... poor Jonny had been through a rough patch and he had been through enough so.. what's better then a revenge based around ghost stories? So this is just a special, basically, an idea I came up with and because of this, I will be putting in the next chapter today as well. So up next is the Sirens and after that well.. It's out dear riddling nerd!

Anyway keep up with the requests guys and I hope you like this special. Just as a reminder every tenth chapter will be a special and all the rest will be requests! :D So enjoy!