AN: Not new, just moved, yaddah yaddah. Really old, by the way.
Harry Moon lay back and breathed a sigh of relief. Three long years and he was finally free! Free from Scarecrow and that crazy girlfriend of his.
It wasn't that Moon wasn't afraid of the Scarecrow. Oh, he was. The man had eyes that could put an iceberg to shame. Norman Bates would bow down before him. But Kitty Richardson…dear god, she was worse. Scarecrow could just…drive you mad. But Kitty waited. She waited until you weren't expecting it and then got you. Made a guy nervous, just being near her. Not to mention Scarecrow had a jealous streak. Understandably, of course. If Moon had been that lucky, he'd be jealous, too.
He looked at the alley wall and took a deep breath. He'd gotten on their shit list, make no mistake. Leading the Batman to them(for the last time, it was an accident!)had not been good. He was lucky they'd both survived, or things might get ugly.
He was about to stand up when there was the unmistakable, horrible, sound of a spray can.
"Really, Jonathan, you made a mess of that one."
"Wasn't my fault he gouged his eyes out."
"Ick."
Kitty Richardson shook her head and wrapped her coat tightly around her.
"Well, come on. That git gave me a headache and I'm tired."
"You always have a headache."
"You have bad timing."
Jonathan Crane rolled his eyes but stuffed his canister back in his pocket.
THE END