KittyComeHere-You do that. But if you so much as touch mine, you will be dead. I'm inclined to agree. There's only so many shirts to go around. GIVE IT BACK. No! It's comfy! I know, so give it back! Mine! You gave it to me! And then I stole it, so there. What am I supposed to wear? Nothing.

SwordStitcher-It's really warm. And it makes me look tall. Yes. It is that shirt. And I would like it back now. No. What happened to all the other shirts you stole? They're in the wash. Then do a load. We're out of soap. Then go get some. Later.

Just-Me-and-My-Brain-No, it won't. I am not 'nice'! I am made of the screams of the innocent! Really? Yes! Of course you are. I am! My greatest goal is to see Gotham in fear-driven chaos! Funny, not a fortnight ago it was to poison Eddie. I'm getting to that, he got caught on Saturday.

Oh, god, oh, god…help…

"Be quiet. You should have been more careful. Leading a group of obsessive fans into a place with terrible security and manipulative residents? You brought this on yourself."

I'm really sorry for dredging up your terrible childhood?

"A bit late now. Come along. If you behave, I might not experiment on you. We'll see."

Somebody call the Batman…

"Ah-ah-ah. They're locked in my old cell, and didn't you all have to check your phones at the desk?"

Shit. To anyone intending to write a 'Scarecrow kidnapped me!' story-THIS ISN'T FUN!

"Really? I'm rather enjoying it…stop trying to grab things, you'll only rip your fingernails out. Just…cooperate…and maybe you won't…die!"

HELP! POLICE! BATMAN!

"They're not coming. They don't care. Stop squirming, you'll only hurt yourself…ah. Here we are."

Um, Doctor Crane? I'm really, really sorry, I'll never do it again, and I promise not to tell. Honest. So…um…let go?

"No."

Somebody tell my mother I'm sorry I ate the chocolate cake!

"Shut up…there. Much better."

MMFF!

"Can't make so much noise with a gag in your mouth, can you? At last, some peace and quiet…I should do this to all the idiots that use me for grammar practice."

BWEFE!

"What? Can't breathe? That's hardly my problem…stop thrashing or I'll have to break your neck and nobody will have any fun at all. Although I suppose I could rig you up and wait for somebody to find you…their reaction might be interesting…"

…

"I thought so. Listen up, you little lurkers. Scary Scarecrows is no longer available. She's taking a little holiday for her…mental health. Choose your comments wisely-I have a new batch of toxin waiting for me at home and I've been dying to try it out. You wouldn't want anything to happen to her, would you?"

THE END