Author's Note:I do not own Batman and all other cutie-wootie related characters belong to DC Comics. And sorry for this dissapointment called the other half of the chapter! Let's begin, shall we?

Chapter Four Part Two: In surround sound!

It was not very long for Jonathan to come up with a plan to start devastation on the streets of Gotham. He sat back in his office chair rocking himself back and forth thinking of putting all of Batman's phobias together.

"Bats and remains in the toilet..." Jonathan said to himself. "Could I put bats in the toilet? No, no, no..."

He checked the clock that was hung across the wall. It was about time for him to leave so he picked up his belongings and locked the door. An old janitor pushed a wet, filthy cart that carried some tools, a mop, and a broom. Jonathan raised an eyebrow.

"What happened?" he asked the elderly man.

"Hmm? ...Oh! These? Let's see here...well some inmate started messing with the plumbing and so the cells have flooded with sewage water." the old man replied.

"..Could I borrow a wrench?" Jonathan asked.

"Sure why not?" he said finding one and drying it with a dirty towel. "What's it for?"

"Oh, you know... I, uh, think there is some leaking beneath my sink…in my...office?" he said grossed out by the rusty old wrench. The man handed it to him as he tipped his hat and walked away. "Thanks...I guess." Jonathan said smirking as he walked away.

Later that evening:

"Poo flakes!" Bruce shrieked. Alfred rushed into the bathroom with a toilet brush at hand.

"Yes Master Bruce?" Alfred asked. Bruce backed into a corner of the bathroom and went into fetal position rocking himself back and forth. Alfred tried to flush the toilet but the toilet began to overflow. "I'll call a plumber right away." Alfred left the room, which made Bruce even more terrified. He shut his eyes until he heard a voice.

"Peek-a-boo," Scarecrow said in a cruel tone.

"Scarecrow..." Bruce gasped. "You're late for rehearsal! I'm gonna drop you out of The Wizard Of Oz if you are late one more time!"

"What?...No! Wrong Scarecrow! I am the master of fear, the terror that lurk--"

"You're wearing a potato sack!" Bruce squealed with joy.

"...Yes I know. But that is not the point!" Scarecrow growled. "You have to get out of Gotham right now or else all your fears will come true! Bats swarming your bedroom, toilets overflowing with poo flakes, monkeys jumping out of pianos..."

"I like monkeys."

"Never mind the last part but it will get a whole lot worse!" said Scarecrow.

"Me starring in a Richard Simmons' workout video?"

"You're scared of that too?" Scarecrow said confused. Bruce nodded. "Oh..umm..well...THAT TOO!"

"Noooo!"

"Yessss!"

"Okay fine." Bruce said sadly. "But where do I go?"

"Go party in techno clubs in Japan with Ra's Al Ghul. And never come back. "Scarecrow said in a bored voice.

"Do I have to go with him?" Bruce whined. Scarecrow dug in his pocket and handed him a plane ticket. "I better get peanuts. You hear that?"

"Yeah, yeah...Hey look over there!" Scarecrow said pointing outside the window and quickly dashed down the hall.

"Where!" Bruce said as he turned around the Scarecrow was nowhere to be seen. Jonathan peeked through the doorway.

"Bruce," he said innocently while he stood in the doorway. "What was all that loud noise?"

"Jon...I have to retire. I must pursue my dream of partying in techno clubs 24/7!" Bruce cried.

"Aww...I'm sorry." Jonathan said with empathy.

"And I will leave the house to you...Until one day. We will be together." Bruce said with a tear trailing down his face in the most pathetic way ever. And with that Bruce went into his room and packed his belongings into a suitcase. "Peace out, biznatch. Come, Alfred. We must go."

Jonathan watched them back out and drive out of the tall decorative black gates and gave a sigh of relief.

"Now since that is over with..." Jonathan said while closing the blinds to his bedroom window. "Let's get back to work."