SwordStitcher-All we have to do is look really pathetic. Maybe take off the glasses. It hasn't been working as well lately, though... He's not the only one who's wising up.
Jasmine Scarthing-That's what I tell him all the time! He never believes me. I do believe you, I just don't care. I would have to get the lame alter. Oh, yes, you'd rather be stuck with the Penguin. NO.
He considered himself lucky. The Scarecrow was a difficult bastard to track down, and it was even more difficult to get an audience with the guy. Admittedly, he wasn't exactly for hire, but maybe with enough money…
"What do you want."
The masked man was sitting very straight and very still. He was reminded of his cat when she saw a mouse. He didn't like being the mouse.
"I want to buy something from you. Your drugs."
"No."
"I have the money."
"I don't sell my services to any idiot that waltzes in here with a stack of counterfeit hundreds." There was a smirk in the man's voice. "The only thing I offer is a taste of them."
"No! No. Please. It's my boss…"
"Are you deaf, or just mentally incompetent?" Hey! "I don't sell my services. No, no, don't get up. We haven't finished our chat."
He didn't care. He had to get out of here, had to get out of here…
"I said, don't get up."
The masked man stood and stepped in front of the door.
"We still have things to discuss. Namely, your potential as a test subject."
"Wha-…no!"
Then the screaming began.
THE END