When Jonathan woke up he looked around. How long had he been out? Where was he? He was lying on the ground in a dark alley. His body ached all over and he didn't want to move. Knowing that he had to get up he slowly managed to get to his feet. Pulling off the mask that was still on, he noticed the hole in the side of the mask. It was a mark from the Taser he had remembered that part. Feeling his face he felt a scratch from the Taser but besides that he was fine.
He brushed off the dirt and tried to get the straightjacket off. The arm restraints were off except he couldn't get the ties in the back undone. Sighing, he walked out of the alley. It seemed the city was trying to repair the damage from the night before. He needed to head back to the asylum and get his briefcase and as much of the hallucinogen as he could.
As he walked back to the asylum he watched the people recovering from the gas. It was quite amusing but he had to keep his laughter to himself otherwise he would be noticed by somebody. He kept his head down and made sure he wasn't noticed. He wasn't wearing his glasses, which made quite a difference in his appearance so nobody who knew him from the asylum would stop him…hopefully.
When he walked into the asylum without any problem. He walked into his office and picked up the briefcase. Suddenly he heard footsteps in the hallway. Preparing to use the rest of the hallucinogen gas, he placed it into his sleeve. Walking over to the door, he hid in the shadows and noticed one the policemen, Jim Gordon walking down the hall. Smiling to himself he waited. Gordon walked past the office but then stopped and decided to check it out. Crane snuck up behind him and activated the hallucinogen. Gordon turned around, "Crane?"
Crane laughed but then noticed the hallucinogen wasn't working. He looked confused and then checked his sleeve. Had it been activated correctly? What the hell was going on? Gordon pushed Crane into the wall. "You're under arrest." Jonathan Crane was caught but not for long.
When a couple of the policemen arrived the stood waiting inside the office with the now handcuffed Dr. Crane. Once the policemen weren't looking, Crane took one of doses from his jacket and managed to place it in his sleeve again. In no time the policemen were hallucinating. Scarecrow had escaped once more.