AN: For those who have not played, GO AND GOOGLE 'Arkham Asylum Scarecrow'. That said, it did not look spectacularly warm...as Nolanverse Crane is about to find out.

Voodoo-Mutant-Child-The only thing I do to birds is twist their necks!

Jasmine Scarthing-Let me guess-I fail miserably and end up in Arkham.

SwordStitcher-I have an alarming amount of one-shots on my flash drive already.

"I like it!"

"You look ridiculous."

"You haven't even looked!"

"I saw the prototype, which looked ridiculous."

"It did not!"

"Yes it did. Now go put a shirt on. You won't look particularly frightening when you have goosebumps."

"I will not get goosebumps."

Kitty snorted. Ever since they'd gotten that silly game, he'd been barricaded in the lab with a bunch of burlap and needles. For heaven's sake! She'd admit that the needle glove was rather frightening, but running around in nothing but tattered pants and a gas mask was just asking for trouble. Besides, he was a wimp in the cold.

"You look very silly." she told him. "Now go on, take that thing off."

"Aw, come on, Kitty."

"Now, Scarecrow."

"No, and you can't make me!"

And her mother said she didn't have children! Scarecrow was worse than the average four year-old!

"Don't make me get up."

"But it's scary! They'll run in fear at the sight of me!"

"No, they'll realise that you're fragile and rush you. I can count your ribs, you know."

"I am Scarecrow! People fear me!"

"Go stand on the porch for a few minutes, then we'll talk."

He left, grumbling about being nagged. Too bad. Master of Fear, indeed…more like Master of Vanity.

Three…two…one…

"It's cold!"

"I told you so."

"Why didn't you tell me it was going to be cold?"

She rolled her eyes and wished he'd shut up.

"Strip and get into something warmer."

"Warmer?"

"Sweater. Now."

"But, but…"

"March!"

He left again, this time grumbling about women and their hormones. Humph. She was not going to be cold just because he wanted to get warmed up.

Honestly. What kind of moron thought it was a good idea to run around in a gas mask and half-dead pants? Really? Whose idea had that been, anyway?

"Whose idea was that, anyway?"

"S-Scarecrow's." Ah, the nasty Gotham winter had set in.

"That doesn't surprise me."

"C-cold."

"I told you so."

"Keeping the glove."

Well, she couldn't win everything.

THE END