Thank you to everyone who read my last chapter, and for all the great suggestions! I received far more than I expected, and I hope I can get to most or all of them eventually! I'm going to go with a suggestion by blueblackangel for this chapter. Thanks for reading, and keep sending in suggestions and reviews!

The sliding doors automatically opened in front of him as Dr. Jonathan Crane entered the electronics store. A greeter in a blue polo shirt said "Hello there!" as he walked past. Crane nodded at him.

He was looking for a new charger cord for his cellular phone. He had been experimenting in the makeshift laboratory in his apartment the previous evening when he had accidentally spilled a little bit of the questionable substance he had been experimenting with. The few drops of it that had fallen onto the cord had eaten right through the rubber-plastic coating, to the metal wires. A few sparks had shot off before the thing fizzled out, a small stream of smoke floating in the air.

It was really a miracle that nothing had caught fire. And it had served a purpose of its own in a way; if the current iteration of his fear toxin was melting things like that, it was probably not going to be of use to him. He was the Scarecrow for God's sake, he frightened people. He wasn't trying to make another Two-Face.

As Jonathan looked around him, all he could see were plastic boxes with colorful paper packaging, adorned with photos of rugged handsome men with guns, large-breasted women in tight dresses, heavy-set men shrugging, looking directly out at him as some sort of ridiculous scene played out behind them.

Romantic comedies, action pictures, dramas. He was willing to admit a weakness for horror films, although he watched them more for the comedy value than anything else. He also liked some science fiction, but all of that was besides the point. He wasn't here to browse the wares. He had a purpose.

However, he didn't have a very good idea of where to go next. He backtracked a few steps to the greeter by the door. "Excuse me, could you point me in the direction of the cell phone accessories?"

"Sure thing, go left here and cut down through the video games, and you can't miss it."

"Thank you." Crane promptly followed his directions and turned left, and then right.

The boxes for the video games were somewhat more varied than the movies - they didn't always appear to fall into a clear genre. He somewhat enjoyed looking at the box art and imagining the kind of game. Of course, he didn't really play any video games, so he knew that guessing at all was pointless.

One game looked like some sort of robot monster man underwater? Another looked to be some sort of simulation of gang life in a big city? But that one was part of a series he had heard of, in reference to its violent content. There was a host of games featuring heroes garbed in everything from green pageboy outfits to plumbers in red hats (but again, it was impossible not to be aware of the small Italian plumber.) Then one particular box caught his eye.

"...Asylum..." he mumbled under his breath as he handled the box. The cover featured a man dressed in all black who looked EXTRAORDINARILY like Gotham City's caped crusader. Crane's eyes narrowed and his jaw set tightly as he felt his teeth grit together.

A game? They had made a GAME? Based on HIM? Of course they had.

"That's a good one!" said a skinny boy with shaggy blonde hair, pointing at the box. "Game of the Year edition's a little cheaper. Comes with all the DLC, too."

Crane stared blankly at the youth. DLC? ...No, wait: Game of the Year? A GAME about that boorish bat-freak had become Game of the Year?

The teen continued on, not noticing Crane's seething manner. "Yeah, The Joker is the final boss in this one, but between you and me, he's kind of a letdown. Especially compared to the stuff with Scarecrow."

Crane's attention was instantly piqued. "Scarecrow?"

"Yeah, he's great! Probably one of my favorite parts of the whole game is fighting him, man! Legit, he's scary!"

Any thoughts Crane might have entertained about hunting down and torturing the makers of the game for using his likeness without consent flew away. Not only was it rationally a bad idea to leave a trail like that, but it sounded like the makers of this game had done him a favor! His reputation was not only intact, it was inflated! He was filled with pride. Finally, someone else appreciated his work! Perhaps there was still hope for the residents of Gotham City - they couldn't all be ignoramuses, if some of them were walking around, admiring HIM. Even if it was only in a game.

He immediately thanked the kid, picked up a copy of the box, and walked towards the checkout area. He may not have gotten what he came for, but he could go without a phone for a little longer. This, however, warranted immediate inspection.

Ahhhh yeah, Arkham Asylum jokes...That game really does our boy justice! Thanks again for reading! See you next time!~