AN: This is what writing feels like. 'Is that necessary?' 'Why there?' 'I want a sandwich.' I want to kill you. Yeah, that too.
SwordStitcher-She did do it, in something called 'Dead'. Because she has no imagination.
Jasmine Scarthing-I really had no other options. I was not expecting her to CRY on me.
Just-Me-and-My-Brain-You didn't think she'd really do it, did you?
Voodoo-Mutant-Child-Are you two interested in couples' counseling? I've only ever done it for the clowns, but...
Gotham city is quiet tonight. Nothing stirs…wait.
Not quite nothing.
There, on the roof! Do you see him? It's…um…surely that's not a…scarecrow?
"Oh, come on."
You don't see me.
"I'm not blind. You stick out like the Joker at a funeral."
Oh. Carry on with your…whatever you were doing. Pretend I'm not here.
"Is this really necessary?"
Shh! Do you want to bring the Batman over here?
"If it'll get me away from the mob of fangirls you brought with you, yes."
He's kidding.
"I am not. Go away."
Just ignore me. ANYWAYS, what's he doing up there, this fearsome member of the Rogue's gallery? What dastardly plan does he have in mind this evening?
"Do you really have to be so dramatic?"
I'm the narrator. Of course I have to be dramatic. Where was I…right. Who shall be the victim of…THE SCARECROW?
"At least be quiet, I'd like to not be shot at today."
No one's around here for miles. You'll be fine.
"Just shut up and let me work."
He moves, spider-like, across the rooftops, clambering up drainpipes and dropping onto balconies. Where is he going? Why is he here?
"If you don't go away, I will be forced to gas you, stealth be damned."
The only thing between you and the hordes is me, so you'd better be nice.
"I'll gas them, too. And probably kill a few to make a point."
Such a kidder…I hope…let's see what he does, shall we?
There he goes! Down another drainpipe and into an open window…hey! Why are the drapes being pulled? What the…yes, I hear screams. Let's go shadow someone safer, shall we? Like the ice cream man.
THE END