Chapter 2: Scarecrow
The city of Gotham was burning. Children were crying out for their mothers, beautiful women were tearing out their hair in fear, and the citizens of the doomed city were screaming out a single name: The Scarecrow. And there he was, dressed in his usual rag and straw attire, sitting on a throne in the middle of the ruined Gotham University.
He was cackling madly, grinning a deranged grin as he cried over the yells of anguish and torment, "I am the Scarecrow! Fear me for I am the master of fear!"
A yell of protest was heard and the dream was shattered. Jonathan Crane woke up, sat up from his cot, and yawned loudly.
"I have to admit, that was one of the best dreams I've had in months!" exclaimed Jonathan cheerfully.
He then checked his pocket watch that was placed on his drawer beside his bed. It had the grim reaper as the time teller and was ticking quietly. The short arm of the reaper was pointed at the four and the scythe was pointed at the six. Out of curiosity, Jonathan got up and went to the front of his cell to see whose cry woke him up from his wonderful dream. Much to his delight he saw that the source of the sound was Edward Nigma, who was currently being held down by a muscular orderly. Another orderly, a fat one, was holding a needle in one hand and securing Nigma's arm in the other. Edward was yelling loudly in protest, which was sure to wake up everybody in the entire cell block. In Jonathan's opinion, Nigma was getting what he so justly deserves. He always bragged about how smart he was and how he could beat anyone in anything. Jonathan was amazed that Edward's head could even fit through the doorway, judging by how big his ego was. Jonathan couldn't help but smile in glee when Nigma pleading began to sound almost hysterical.
"No please! I can't think when you put those damn sedatives in me! You don't understand, I have to finish the puzzle!" yelled out Edward when the needle came closer.
His yells were cut off when he was injected with the sedative. Edward opened his mouth to protest some more, but the sedatives worked faster then his tongue and he closed his eyes and collapsed in a heap on the floor. The orderlies picked him up and dumped him on his bed. They went out of the cell, locked it, and went on their merry ways. Jonathan, who thoroughly enjoyed that episode, decided to go to sleep. He didn't want to repeat Edward's mistake. He took note that he should remind Edward of this unsavory episode later on. Jonathan laid down on his bed and soon drifted off to sleep with a crooked smile on his face.