Throw away the key.


Arkham had it's moments of bad and brutal staff, every prison at some point did, but none were ever quite like Lyle Bolton.

The mad had managed to have a lasting impression on the rogues. While he had been in charge he had actually scared them all into submission, beat them down and abused them to the point where they turned back to how they used to be, before they became the criminals they were now known as.

Scarecrow had probably been hit the worst. Bolton reminded him so much of Great Granny that he daren't ever go against him in case he found himself face to face with crows once more.

In the months that Bolton has a tyranny over Arkham the rogues had become detached and devoid of themselves, almost to the point of a catatonic state.

But, thankfully, justice had struck and Bolton was fired and later put into Arkham on account of him going of the rails and trying to 'lock up' everyone he held responsible for making the super criminals seem almost like film stars.

Well who doesn't like a good bad guy? And the people of Gotham sure had a big list to pick from when it came to their favourites, plus it seemed to be natural curiosity that made them such big stars in the media.

Once Bolton was finally put away, deep in the bowls of the dying Arkham Asylum, most forgot about him, general public passed him off simply waved him as a security guy gone cuckoo, but there were a few who believed that the way he was treating the rogues was how they should of been treated all along, but they were few and far between, ironically.

Whilst the general public forgot about Bolton, the rogues did not.

You only had to mention his nick name to them and they'd all be scared stiff and look petrified at the mere thought.

Bolton had made a lasting impression on them, but it seemed a few of them, the ones who had suffered the most when he was around, wanted to get even.

Which was easier said then done, but as Jonathan Crane sat on the sofa glaring over at Bolton who was equally glaring back, it seemed like getting even was going to be some of the best fun he'd had in a while and thankfully it wasn't just him.

Harley wanted in on the action too.

"Well, well," Bolton growled out as he glared at the stick like man in front of him. "Doctor Crane. It's been a while. How's the face?"

"Better, now that you ask," Jonathan replied just as clipped as always, but there was a hint of venom behind it which Bolton picked up.

"Watch yourself, Crane," he snarled as he tightened his grip on the chair he was sitting on. "I have no desire to be put in solitary because of you."

"Oh no, of course not," Jonathan waved him off. "Don't let me get in your way to your freedom. You of all people deserve to be out."

"Yeah," Harley chirped before she narrowed her eyes harshly at Bolton, an odd look on the clown girls face. "Wouldn't wanna ruin that perfect streak ya going for now would we?"

"You can shut it!" Bolton hissed. "I know all about what happened to your boyfriend, good riddance is all I have to say, I just wished you could of gone down with him, you deserve it after all Quinn!"

Jonathan was suddenly standing in front of Bolton, an odd look to his face, something Harley hadn't seen on the Doctor's face, it was smile. But there was something different about this one, it reminded her of Mister J's smile, cold and full of malice, but that slight hint of sadistic humour hiding underneath.

"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall."

Harley's eyes widened as did Bolton's at the odd turn of events, but then they both realised something, something that would even make the ex-security guard nervous.

"Crane?" Bolton tested, just to make sure he was correct.

Crane smiled, all teeth and gum. They gleamed like razors and they looked sharp int he light. His eyes seemed to be sparking with something that just wasn't good and his glasses were off, resting on the sofa next to the book he had picked up to read.

"The Doctor isn't in right now, but if you would like to make an appointment, I can always pencil you in," he cackled as he glared down at Bolton.

"Scarecrow?" Harley questioned with a slight raise of her eyebrow. It had been a while since the Doctor had lost control of his other personality. The Scarecrow side was not afraid of Bolton, not in the slightest. He'd just been hidden away when Bolton had come because Crane had been scared. Scarecrow didn't like that. Not…one… bit.

It was due time for pay back.

"Yes, dear child?" Scarecrow turned and grinned at her showing off more of his teeth. "All the kings horses and all the kings men…" he trailed off and turned to glare at Bolton. "Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty together again."

"What the hell are you going on about Crane!?"

"Humpty Dumpty," Scarecrow waved his hand, the smile gone from his face before it returned with a grin and he flexed his finger to be pointing at Bolton. "And you."

"What do I have to do with that stupid nursery ryhme?!"

Suddenly Scarecrow was in his face, hands slamming down over Bolton's as he glared down at the much bigger and heavier set man then the thing and frail looking Scarecrow. But looks were deceiving, Scarecrow wasn't frail at all, you couldn't be if you wanted to survive a beating from Killer Croc in his own enviroment.

"If you don't leave the others alone, you'll have a great fall!" Scarecrow snarled as he leaned even closer so they were almost nose to nose. "And all the king's horses and all the king's men won't be able to put you back together again."

"You think I'm scared of you?" Bolton laughed slightly and glared back at him. "You're nothing to me Crane!"

"Jonny boy is nothing," the Scarecrow agreed before he suddenly stood back and looked down at Bolton. "But I'm not Jonny."

"You're the same person."

Scarecrow slapped him upside the head and Bolton looked shocked as the man in front of him tutted and wagged a finger like he was scolding a small child. Which in Scarecrow's head he sorta was. "Oh so foolish, oh so foolish boy. Me and Jonny are nothing alike, never the same but always the same and never unalike."

"What!?" Bolton looked utterly confused, in the background Harley watched with wide eyes as she observed the Scarecrow, the thing that Jonathan kept hidden because he was not so nice. Jonathan wasn't a nice man, but the Scarecrow was wicked. Made up of all of Jonathan's hate and anger and sadness and fear of the world around him. Scarecrow was born from fear and hate, there was not a single piece of love in his being because the Scarecrow had nothing, nothing at all. He was a man with nothing left and that made him dangerous because you couldn't bargain with him and he couldn't be betrayed and he only ever answered to himself. No one else mattered.

And here Harley was trapped in a room with him and another person who also didn't care about her.

"Of course," the Scarecrow nodded before a smirk slid onto his face. "Someone as foolish as you wouldn't understand, but I wouldn't need you to as long as you know your place."

"I do know my place," Bolton agreed as he stood up to his full height, ranging in the region of being 6ft 1. He was tall and then built like a brick wall. He looked down at Jonathan and glared. "And it's above you."

Scarecrow smirked. Oh he wanted to play that game did he.

Slowly, he uncurled himself from his hunched position and stood to his full height, straitening out his back and glaring down at Bolton, who seemed shocked to see how tall the Scarecrow actually was.

"Run little rabbit, run," the Scarecrow cackled as he pushed Bolton backwards over the chair.

Bolton scrambled to his feet and charged at Scarecrow, who was able to doge just in time. Harley got up and swung a fist out at Bolton. She made her target but then Bolton was over come with rage and he screamed, chasing after the clown girl who had bolted when she realised how angry he was with her.

The guards had tried to stop Bolton but it was of no use and so Scarecrow chased after the two of them, jumping up and hiding in the rafters and pipes of the Asylum.

Bolton, by this point had caught up to Harley and the two of them where next to a set of stairs fighting.

Spider-like, hiding in the rafters and Scarecrow watched and tilted his head to the side in thought.

"Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pale of water," the Scarecrow whispered before he jumped down and landed on Bolton's chest, pushing off him and forcing the other man to loose his balance. "Jack, fell down and broke his crown," just as Bolton was about to fall he grabbed Harley and pulled her down with him as they both went tumbling down, thankfully not a full set of steps, before they both landed at the bottom.

A sly grin full of sadistic glee fell upon the Scarecrow's lips as he gazed upon the two limp bodies at the bottom of the steps, nurses and guards were already there, treating them and helping, non of them noticing the scarecrow like figure at the top of the stairs, still watching with that sadistic grin on his face.

"And Jill came tumbling after."

THE END.


Note: Yep so sorry it has been a while since I've posted got side tracked with Christmas and things so I hope you all had a goodie and i hope you enjoy this one, so I look forward for the rest of your lovely requests!

So yep we had this one and up next we have :Things that go bump in the night: So it's a night before Halloween and it would be the perfect time for ghosts to be about. But ghosts aren't real... are they?