AN: Not new, just moved. Kind of old.
The Scarecrow wasn't the worst boss in the world. Sure, he didn't always pay them and yeah, sometimes he'd use them for a test subject, but it could have been worse. He could have been the Joker. For all the Scarecrow's faults, he didn't shoot someone because they got a pimple. Besides, he gave them holidays. Sometimes. As long as they worked on Halloween, of course.
No, he could have been much worse. But there was one small thing that nobody enjoyed. Miss Richardson.
She was nicer than he was, most of the time. She was certainly happy to make tea and scones for whoever was on guard duty. Unfortunately, she was also small and pretty. And Scarecrow's girlfriend.
It was one thing to look at the boss's girl. If they were careful, they could even discuss her. But if Scarecrow so much as suspected one of them of…ill behavior…that someone would be sorry.
Early on, no one had known what would happen. Sure, most guys would get jealous if someone was ogling their girl, but most guys weren't psychotic. Unfortunately, the first guy to point out that Miss Richardson was hot didn't know this.
"Yeah, if I could get with her just once, I…"
"Mr. Nickels!"
Crap. If the boss wanted something, it was probably bad.
"Yeah, boss?"
"Come here."
Nickels shrugged and sauntered over to the tall, thin figure. He was forgotten about until the screaming started.
"Oh, God! GetthemoffgetthemoffGETTHEMOFF!"
The four other men turned in time to see Nickels' fingers entering his mouth. Then there was a horrible ripping noise and a gurgling wail. Blood spattered onto the Scarecrow and he reached over and tapped the man on the shoulder.
"Boo."
Nickels did not stop screaming for another twenty minutes.
"Consider this my only warning."
Yes, Scarecrow was a fine boss as far as bosses went. As long as they kept their eyes to themselves and their mouths shut.
THE END