Dorothy's breath hitched, she could feel the breath of the person behind her on her neck.

"What do you fear?" The man screamed and leaned in closer, Dorothy could feel rough burlap brushing against her exposed skin and her heartbeat quickened.

"I-I don't know…" She muttered.

"Tell me."

"I don't know!" Dorothy squealed and the man quickly spun her around, she could barely see his bright blue eyes through the messily cut holes in the burlap sack and he quickly raised his hand up to her face. Dorothy turned her head away on instinct expecting to be slapped, but the impact never came.

"Let's find out then shall we?"

A fine mist sprayed from inside the man's sleeve and Dorothy immediately felt herself shaking, shackles were clapped onto her ankles and wrists, she could feel herself being pulled down onto a hospital bed with the burlap man hovering above her.

"What do you fear?"

Dorothy tried to bring her hands up to cover her face but they wouldn't move, "I don't need one."

"What?"

"I don't need one!"

"Don't need what?"

"I don't need a lobotomy!" She screamed, she was crazy, but she wasn't that crazy, she didn't want to be a vegetable, she didn't want to have no life, no feelings for the rest of her life…she didn't want it.
As she watched the little ice-pick move towards her eye she knew her mission was over, no Wizard, nothing, she hadn't even begun her journey and it was already going to end…Batman told her to be careful, he told he- the mask!

Dorothy closed her eyes and gripped onto the gasmask hanging off her gun holster and held it over her mouth taking in deep breaths and watching as the visions faded away, she was just lying in the middle of the street, no doctors…nothing.

She quickly stood up and brushed some strands of hair from her face, still wearing the gas mask and looking around for the man who had sprayed that stuff in her face.

"You're her aren't you?"

And there he was, standing a few metres away from Dorothy with his arms crossed; obviously irritated that his little experiment had ended early, but didn't seem to have any more plans to attack her. Dorothy slipped the mask off but held it at her side in case she needed it again.

"Who?"

The man gave an exasperated sigh, "The girl who killed Harley."

Dorothy blinked, "Unintentionally yes."

"And I guess you're foolishly attempting to reach Wayne Tower?"

"Yes, but not foolishly, I'm well prepared."

The man chuckled, "That, is the most amusing thing I've heard in a few years, if it suited me I could gas you without a second thought but as tempting as it would be to watch you squirming on the ground in terror." He sighed, "I must accompany you on your quest."

"Really?" Dorothy asked with a raised eyebrow, "How can I be sure you won't attack me again?"

Dorothy could bet a week's rations of food that the man was grinning under the burlap sack he was wearing.

"You can't." He said raspily, "But you can be sure you won't survive without me, Gotham is a dangerous place."

Dorothy considered this, sure this man did attack her but that was an obvious sign that she was nowhere near as prepared for this quest as she had originally thought. Having him on her side could prove useful.

"Alright, you can come." She held a hand out to him, "Dorothy Walters."

The man grasped her hand, "Scarecrow."

Dorothy raised an eyebrow, "You don't look like a scarecrow."

"I'm not actually a scarecrow, idiot. It's an alias."

"What's your actual name?" Dorothy asked curiously and before Scarecrow had time to answer she ripped the burlap sack from his head, revealing messy dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, high cheekbones and a scowling face.

"You got a nice face, why're you hiding it?"

Scarecrow quickly snatched the mask back and jammed it over his head again, "Because a 'nice face' doesn't strike fear into the hearts of innocent civilians does it?"

Dorothy shrugged and the duo started to walk under the monorail tracks.

"Why do you wanna come to Wayne Tower anyway?"

Scarecrow sighed, "I need the Wizard to get me declared sane again."

Dorothy looked over at him, "You're insane too?"

"No, of course not, people just don't seem to understand that. Once I get declared sane, I can start running Arkham Asylum again."

Dorothy stepped in front of him, "You ran Arkham?"

"Yes. Prior to my 'mental collapse'"

"Hmm, well I'm just trying to get back to Arkham, so I can get out of it. Sounds strange huh?"

Scarecrow took a breath, "Yep"

"Heh, looks like Dorothy has recruited Jonny-boy…my two favourite people, how rude of her."

Joker quickly spun his head around, "You grumpy!"

The masked man standing at the other end of the room pointed to himself.

"Yes you, could ya get me some more pencils? I gotta practice a little before our next encounter with Dorothy, scoot!"

The man lumbered out of the room and Joker grinned down at his barrel of gasoline where Dorothy and Scarecrow were projected into the liquid.

"Good luck getting to the Tower, toots."