--Hiya guys! I know, I know... It's been forever since I've written anything and it's very unlike anything I've ever written, but what can I say, I was inspired. Batman Begins was an excellent movie, and of course, they left the ending wide open for fics. That, and Cillian Murphy (Dr. Crane/Scarecrow) is gorgeous! Well, I hope you enjoy it! I have a pic to go along with this that will be on my deviantart account. I'll give a link to it in one of my up coming chapters.

Batman, or any of it's characters for that matter, don't belong to me.--

'Gotham City... what a joke. The world would have been a better place had he finished the job... but of course, that couldn't happen. Ahter the antidote distribution, there won't be any evidence of thier handiwork at all, except for the physical damage they caused. That and all the psychos roaming the streets... and the bat .'

Jonathan Crane trudged through the down-trodden Narrows, attempting to make his way to the subway as soon as humanly possible. The slums were a good place to hide, if need be, but he was in a hurry. His trek was a rather important one. The rumors were spreading. They always traveled so fast in this dump the called a city. They were all talking: Someone had stolen a case of the antidote.Of course, this was true. A crazed grin crossed Crane's face. Yes, he injected himself with some, and was on his way to hide the remainder

It was almost too easy a feat for him to sneak into the Wayne labratories. Everyone was so busy preparing for the distribution set to take place tomorrow morning. It had been a while since Crane had been home. He'd hoped that the familiarity of it would clear his head. Sure, the antidote had worked, but the toxin was in him for so long that he'd sustained a substantial amount of mental damage. He'd never be stable enough to return to psychiatry again. In fact, it wouldn't be allowed, for he was now a patient at Arkham himself, the very place where he used to have an occupation. An escaped patient.

It was low on his list of worries, however. Out of all the escaped patients, he was the most stable. He figured that gave him an advatage. He finally reached the subway station, deciding to ride on the back platform of the train because his attire still consisted of the ripped straight jacket that was so rudely slapped on him two days ago after that bat sprayed his own toxin at him. The Batman ruined his life, but he had plans for him later. Right now, he just concentrated on holding on to the bar protruding from the platform. The long, flowing part of the straight jacket that had once constricted his legs whipped in the wind as the train continued on. A curious rat creeped out of a hole that lead to the last compartment of the train. It crawled over to Crane, sniffing him curiously. Crane kicked it off, grinning malicously as it fell to the speeding tracks below.

'The subway is such a disgusting place... so fitting for the city it operates in.'

As the train came to a halt, Crane waited for it's occupants to leave the station before he moved out. He wanted to make sure any and all plausible witnesses were gone before he made an appearance. When only the station dwellers remained, he quickly took his exit, heading for his home. He quickened his pace, looking behind him to see if his presence had been noticed.

Just as Crane was looking forward to his path, he connected with another solid form, sending him crashing to the stairs below He felt warm blood, trickling from his lower lip. He licked away the blood, only to have more rush up. Bringing himself up upon his elbows, looking forward to see what or who he had collied with. When he identified the person, his eyes widened in slight shock.

-- Well, I hope you enjoyed it. I admit, It's different from my usual works and it's kinda short, but I'm kinda notorious for that. Well, tell me what you thought. Even if you thought it sucked. I will have the next chapter up soon. Thanks for reading, guys! Bye!--