Aura parked her car two streets over from her destination. The keys were left in the ignition, the car still running, as she exited the vehicle. On the corner of 38th and Holland Road was a mailbox. The envelope Aura had prepared before she left was slipped from the pocket of her sweatshirt. The sight of the envelope caused her to second guess her decision for the first time that night. Was she really willing to give up everything, what little freedom she had left and any possibility of a future, just to save the remains of her family knowing full well that she may never see her father again after this night? Once she turned herself over to Joker, Aura knew that he would never let her be free again. There was no question about that. Once that boundary line was crossed she would never see her father, Susan, Bruce Wayne, nor any of the people she had met over the course of the short amount of time she spent in Gotham. Aura closed her eyes as she stood rooted to her spot infront of that graffiti covered, blue mailbox. The darkness behind her eyes suddenly bloomed into color. The color intensifying, changing from a blinding white to an icy blue. Eyes the color of ice were staring back at Aura from the darkness. Silent tears fell from her eyes as a vision of Jonathan Crane filled her mind. If she did this, if she gave up her freedom, she would never see Jonathan again. Would he be angry? Would he even care?

When Aura opened her eyes her decision had been made. She prayed that Jonathan would understand and forgive her for what she felt she had to do. Her father had given his all to raise her and he taught her the meaning of family. Joker could keep her locked away until the day she died, but as long as her father was allowed to live on in safety she would not care in the least. The door of the mailbox squeaked open on rusty hinges. Aura kissed the envelope, silently praying that it would make it to its predetermined location, before dropping it into the black depths of the mailbox. Aura shouldered the bag she had brought with her and began walking down to the intersection of 36th and Holland. This area of Gotham seemed to be all but abandoned. Large, half decrepit buildings surrounded the dark street. No sounds could be heard other than the very distant siren from the other side of the city. As Aura walked she pulled her bag further up her shoulder. Discontent filled her veins as the feeling of being utterly alone began to sink in. Once again she found herself in a situation that she could not control. Joker had all the cards in his favor, but she was determined not to just take this rolling over. Somehow she would find a way to swing this situation into her favor or at least to make it more bearable.

Standing on the corner of intersection was a man dressed in black military pants and an armored vest. He had clown painting covering his face. As Aura approached he threw the large automatic rifle up onto his shoulder and watched her come closer to him warily. Once she was halfway in the middle of the crosswalk did he level the muzzle of the gun at her. "Hold it right there, Missy," he growled out. Aura stopped where she was and put her hands up into the air, still clutching the strings of the bag in one hand. The thug looked her up and down before speaking again. "If you got a lick of sense in that pretty little head of yours, you would turn right around and walk away."

His tone was rough but at the same time a level of sincerity that all but shouted out that he did not want to hurt the young woman standing infront of him. Aura sighed deeply. There was still time for her to turn around and drive back to Wayne Manor and contact Gordon. No, she had to do this. She swallowed once before speaking. Her voice came out strong, hiding the uncertainty she felt. "I wish I could but I'm expected to be here. Where is Joker?"

The thug's mouth hung open in stunned silence as he regarded her. Finally he roused himself and shouldered his gun once again. "You this Net Raider the boss keeps going on about?"

"Net Runner," she growled out, "and yes that would be me." She looked around the empty street. If this was where the Joker wanted her to meet him at, then where the hell was he? She took out her phone and looked at the digital clock. The hour was almost up. "Is the Joker going to be meeting me here or what? I don't have much time."

The thug reached into his pocket. Out of reflex, Aura took a cautious step back but when a walkie-talkie was produced from the thug's pocket she relaxed. He whispered into the speaker and waited for the muffled response. The thug turned his back on her before motioning over his shoulder for Aura to follow him. "The boss is down the road some. He is most eager for your arrival Net Runner."

Silently Aura followed the thug, keeping a respectful distance between them just in case the man decided to turn around with that large gun again. It wouldn't do to make the man nervous when she was this close to freeing her father. About two blocks down the street the thug made an abrupt left into a dark alley between two crumbling old factory buildings. Aura sped up so she would not lose sight of the man only to collide with his armored back. The thug shot her a warning glare before he continued down the alley. A few yards into the narrow alley the thug stopped again. Aura looked infront of the man and saw a group of similarly dressed men in clown make up milling around a large white van with the Joker's face painted on the side. The back of the van was facing them and against those doors leaned the one and only Joker. His smile brightened when he noticed the thug and Aura's arrival.

Joker pushed himself away from the van and spread his arms wide. "Well look at that boys! Christmas came early this year!"

Aura narrowed her eyes. The thug that led her into the alley was the first to speak. "Boss she claims that she is Net Raider."

"Runner you idiot." Joker waved the thug over to the side as he came closer to Aura. Obediently the thug shuffled over to his friends and watched the scene unfold. Joker kept all his fierce attention on Aura. It took all she had not to strike out at the Rogue. Instead she adopted a cold, unfeeling expression and merely returned the Rouge's stare. His smile widened the closer he got to her, stopping a half arm's length away. "I'm afraid we have a problem."

"Problem?" Aura asked, careful to keep her voice level.

Joker nodded his head and pointed to the scarf on her head. "Net Runner is known to have naturally white hair like snow." Aura nodded. "Remove your head coverings and let us make sure that you are Net Runner."

Aura hesitated for the briefest of moments. The thugs around the two of them began shuffling on their feet. The longer the seconds ticked by that Aura did not act on Joker's demands the more they began to level their weapons in her direction. Aura dropped the bag at her feet and reached up to the hood of her sweatshirt. Her motions were carefully slow so that no one would become spooked and open fire. The hood dropped to her back and Aura began untying the scarf. Once the fabric fell away from her head, the long white hair spilled out and down her back. Aura stuffed the scarf into her pocket. Joker reached out and roughly pulled on her hair, checking to make sure it was real. Aura hid her pain as she felt her roots protest to the violent pull. "Satisfied or do you need further proof of my identity."

Joker smiled wider, the scars around his mouth contorting into horrific creases. "The man from Metropolis was right: you are a beauty. No wonder Scarecrow has claimed you." Joker motioned for two thugs to flank Aura, cutting off her escape routes. "Search her."

Aura looked back at the thugs then to the Rogue. "I came unarmed as you asked. This is not necessary."

"I believe it is." Joker nodded to the thugs. "Speaking of what I asked, did you tell your little boyfriend where you were going? You do realize that I will kill..."

"Yes," Aura cut him off. "I do realize that you will kill my father and anyone else that comes in between you and me. Do you think I am stupid?" Aura glared at one of the thugs as he snatched her bag from the ground and started digging through it. "Scarecrow has no idea that I am here."

"And Riddler?"

"What about him? I have no dealings with the man." Aura snapped.

Joker tsked softly. He reached out and grasped her chin roughly. "I seem to remember that Riddler helped the Scarecrow wrestle you away from my men the last time I almost had you."

Aura was shocked to hear this bit of news but was careful not to show it. "I was not aware of his involvement. Scarecrow does not tell me all of his dealings or movements."

The thug that led Aura to the Joker stood directly behind her and knelt down. He patted up her legs, paying special attention to the pockets of her sweatpants, before moving up to her jacket. The thug reached into her pocket and pulled out the scarf she had stuffed in, handing it off to the other man with her bag. The scarf was stuffed into the bag. The thug patting her down then reached into the pocket again and pulled out her cell phone and handed over to the Joker. Joker looked down at it questioningly. "The man from Metropolis told me all about you. This phone does not contain this 'Isis' I've heard so much about does it?"

Aura froze, her breath catching in her throat. She glanced at the phone for a few seconds trying desperately to think of her next move. "No," she said finally. "Isis was confiscated by the Metropolis Police before I was shipped off to Gotham. They said they were going to destroy it so that I could never use it again."

Joker's smiled faltered for the briefest of moments before it came back, stronger than ever. "Then I suppose you won't be needing this." The cell phone was dropped on the ground and repeatedly stomped on until it was in pieces. Aura expressed nothing as she watched the Rogue destroy her phone. The Joker turned his attention back to the thugs standing beside her. "What is in the bag?"

The thug with her bag snapped to attention. "Just a bunch of clothes and girl stuff. I did find this in her purse." The thug handed over a small compact to the Rogue.

Aura narrowed her eyes at the device, a chill running down her spine. How could she have forgotten that she put Batman's communications device into her purse before the Halloween Party? The purse was just thrown into her bag without her looking into it. Joker looked at the bat symbol on the top of it before cackling loudly. "Looks like our little Net Runner is two-timing Scarecrow. Tell me Nettie is Bats as serious in the sack as he is at everything else? Oh! Does he keep the mask on?"

She couldn't help herself. Aura laughed loudly at the Joker's questions, clutching her stomach as she did. "What? You think that Batman and me?" Her laughter grew until she was breathless. "Amusing but I in no way, shape, or form have been in bed with Batman. I was given that when I was brought to Gotham. He thought it would be a good idea for me to have it just in case I found myself in trouble." Aura shrugged. "I honestly forgot all about that stupid little thing."

Joker looked at the man with her bag, stuffing the device into his pocket. "Throw that into the van and bring out our guest."

Aura glared darkly at the Joker, her body tensing. Every muscle in her body was primed to jump onto the Rogue at any moment. She glanced to the goon as he came back with a man in tow, head bowed and arms bound behind his back. Aura did not call out to the man as much as she wanted to. Instead she redirected her attention to the Rogue in front of her. "I have fulfilled my end of this agreement. I will go willingly with you and do whatever you need me to do. So let my father go."

Drake Warren lifted his head weakly at the sound of his daughter's voice. Despite his swollen eyes and bruised cheeks, he smiled brightly at Aura. Aura looked deeply into his eyes but mastered her face to express nothing. "Aura," his voice came out in a strangled whisper, "Do not give this man anything. Just run away!" The goon holding Drake Warren slammed his fist into the man's stomach, silencing his words.

Aura looked back at Joker. "Release him and our deal is done."

Joker began to pace in front of Aura. "You see we have another problem, Aura."

Her lavender eyes narrowed as the Joker spoke her name menacingly. "What problem do we have?"

"You see, I paid the man in Metropolis a lot of money for the information on you and this program you use. My problem is," Joker stopped pacing and pointed his finger at Aura, "you lost the exact thing that I needed you to use for me."

Aura's heart began to beat faster. "It was not my fault that it was taken from me."

"Regardless," Joker began, moving closer to her father. "Our little deal is now hanging on a thread. You see I needed you to be able to execute my plan within a few days and now it is going to take much longer. That is assuming you can recreate that program of yours?" Aura reluctantly nodded. "I'm not a very patient man and I do believe I have waited long enough. Kill him."

"No!" Aura screamed, launching herself towards the Rogue. Joker merely backhanded her across the face, swatting her away as if she were nothing. Aura hit the ground hard but immediately tried to rise back to her feet. Two goons grabbed her arms and pushed her back to her knees. Joker held his hand up, stopping the men holding Drake from readying their weapons. Aura looked to her father then to the Rogue. "Please don't do this! I can make Isis again. I can make a thousand of them for you just let my dad go!" she pleaded, tears streaming from her eyes.

Joker crouched down in front of Aura, holding her chin tightly so that she had to look into his dark eyes. "I didn't get want I wanted so why should you. Consider this a final warning should you fail me. Recreate your program and do my bidding or Scarecrow will be next. Now say your good-byes to dear old daddy."

Aura's throat clenched as Joker let go of her face. She looked pleadingly up at the Rogue but was met with a wall of ice. The man was unmoved. "Aura," her father called out to her. The calm in his voice was eerie and Aura knew that was the sound of a man submitting himself to his own fate. "Aura, honey please stop crying."

Aura struggled against her captures as she looked at her father, beaten and battered. "Dad they are going to..."

"I know." He smiled at her. "Your mother is waiting for me. Please promise me something sweetheart."

Aura shook her head vigorously. Once again she looked to the Rogue who was merely smiling at her grief. "Let him go! I'll do anything you want! Please!"

"Aura," Drake Warren called out to her again. The thug at his side was pulling a large knife from its holster on his leg. "Aura promise me that you will never lose yourself in this city. Never stop fighting! Never forget who you are and never lose sight of yourself."

"Dad," Aura whispered out, her voice cracking.

"Remember the scarecrow in the field and the statue we gave you?" Aura nodded weakly. Joker took the knife from the thug, moving closer to her father. "The scarecrow, he will protect now and forever. Your mother and I will always watch over you Aura. We love you, snowflake. I'm so proud of you."

Aura screamed as Joker slammed the knife into her father's lower stomach, sinking the blade down to the hilt. The Rogue roughly drug the blade up until it caught on the sternum. Joker wrenched the blade free and slammed it over and over into the man's heaving chest. Her father tried to remain standing but the pain and blood loss caused his legs to fail. Drake Warren fell to the ground, his sightless eyes staring into his daughter's as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Aura felt her own strength flee from her limbs and she sagged against the two men holding her. All the fight she had in her body was gone in an instant and she stared uncomprehendingly at the corpse of her father surrounded in a growing puddle of his own blood. She barely registered as Joker ordered the goons to pack her away in the van. They left her father laying on the cold ground and pulled Aura into the back of the white van. She continued to stare at the corpse until the doors of the van shut and then her consciousness turned to black.

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Edward Nygma glanced away from his monitor at Jonathan Crane. They had arrived in record time to Nygma's safe house deep in the Narrows only moments ago. No sooner did they arrive were they flying up the stairs and into the command center of the Riddler. Nygma got to work immediately in locating Aura's cell phone but ran into a snag at the amount of net usage that was going on at the moment. It appeared everyone in Gotham was plugging up the net with ridiculous social media posts about the Halloween video the Joker made; and unlike Net Runner, he didn't have the luxury of being able to force those people off of the net. Not yet at least, the signal jammers he had created to help him control the airwaves of Gotham were only half-finished. Half of the users were calling for Aura's, the Net Runner's, head while the other half were trying to defend the actions of the commissioner and Batman, claiming that the men have always had the city's best interests at heart so this time was no different.

While Nygma was working away on his monitor, Jonathan Crane had gotten changed into the Scarecrow's costume except for the mask which lay on the work table beside him. Nygma watched as his friend pulled the weapons from the satchel bag Jonathan had brought with him. The needle gauntlet was secured to his back and currently Jonathan was sharpening his scythe, sitting in the chair in the corner. Edward knew he was doing everything he could to keep his mind from the missing Aura. Once again the thought of exposing that Net Runner was Aura crossed Edward's mind only to be pushed back. Telling the already on edge Jonathan that Aura was most likely with the Joker and not at this friend's house would only push his friend off of the edge. Jonathan inhaled sharply as he sliced his finger on the scythe's sharp edge.

Nygma pushed himself from his chair and grabbed a first aid kit from under the desk. He tossed it to Jonathan who caught it with his free hand. Nygma leaned against the work table beside the armchair Jonathan occupied and placed a steadying hand on his friend's shoulder. "You need to calm down. Being this nervous will only make it harder for the both of us to work."

Jonathan finished wrapping his wound before glaring up at Nygma. The fury in his eyes was barely contained. "I'm not nervous. This isn't the first time I have had to take over as Scarecrow you realize."

Nygma knitted his brows together in slight confusion. While he had noticed that his friend had been acting weird the entire night, unusually subdued, the reason never fully occurred to him. He merely thought that Jonathan was relaxed after having a good night with Aura. But Jonathan couldn't have done what Nygma suspected he did, could he? After a few seconds of staring into those icy blue eyes, Edward finally racked up the courage to voice his suspicions. "Scarecrow is not going to help you?"

Jonathan looked down at his hands and shook his head. Nygma slumped his shoulders and let out a breath in relief. "Scarecrow is locked away inside my mind. He can't help me and besides, I won't give him the opportunity to hurt Aura again."

Before Nygma could stop himself, he reached out and swatted the back of Jonathan's head. Those icy eyes snapped back to his face and narrowed out in warning. One hand dropped down to the scythe's handle, gripping it tightly. Nygma noticed the action and for a fleeting instant reality hit him. Scarecrow was not fully locked away like Jonathan thought. The Rogue was still there just under the surface, quietly listening to everything play out while keeping his interest from his better half. Nygma steeled his expression, hiding the fear he felt rise from the realization that the Scarecrow was listening and still able to pop out to protect Jonathan at any moment. "Look, I don't know what the hell you and Scarecrow have going on between yourselves; and to be quite frank I don't really care. Aura may be in trouble for all we know and here you are sitting and pouting like a child. Who the fuck cares what Scarecrow did to Aura? He obviously did not hurt her and was able to keep your identity a secret."

"He could have hurt her, that is the point!" Jonathan said, standing to his full height. The scythe was clutched tightly into his hand, the blade curving wickedly towards Nygma. "I was not strong enough to push him back and he got out. Scarecrow could have hurt her..."

"But he didn't!" Nygma stood his ground. He stared at his friend through his mask with a look of compassion and understanding, both feelings that he almost never expressed. "Whether you want to believe me or not, Scarecrow cares about Aura too. I don't think he would hurt her intentionally like just some bimbo from the street corner." Nygma noticed as Jonathan's body relaxed slightly, the hand loosening around the scythe's handle. Finally the young man was beginning to think about the situation more fully. Nygma continued, "Like it or not, you need Scarecrow on this. Aura could be fine yes, but this is Gotham. She could be in trouble too." He replaced his hand on Jonathan's shoulder and guided him back to the armchair. "Make your piece with your crazy half. I need you to have a clear head when we leave here."

Nygma left Jonathan's side and resumed his seat in front of the massive array of monitors. Silently he promised himself that when and if they found Aura alive, Edward was going to make Aura upgrade his equipment to run at the same level Isis does. In the past, Nygma and Aura had done net battles against each other by hacking into top secret military bases and stealing information. Aura was always able to crack into the security first thanks to that program she created. Hell he knew that if Aura was here trying to track down him, she would have been done by now.

Jonathan cleared his throat behind Nygma. "Thank you Edward. For once you made sense and I apologize for my childish behavior. It appears me and Scarecrow have some issues to work through and boundaries to reestablish, but that should not get in the way of helping the one thing we both hold to heart."

Edward waved a dismissive hand over his shoulder before resuming clacking away at his keyboard. "Please don't get mushy on me. Just tell me I'm the greatest genius you have ever met and I will forgive you."

"Hardly," came the cold response. Edward turned around and met the cold stare of the Scarecrow. Jonathan had removed his glasses, storing them in one of the hidden pockets on his trousers, and donned the burlap mask. Temporarily Nygma froze as he stared at the Rogue in his full guise but that fear melted away once Scarecrow spoke again. The voice was cold and metallic, but there was still a hint of playfulness in it. "You are just a little more tolerable now than you were previously. Perhaps I won't kill you yet."

Edward turned back to the monitor, laughing nervously. Scarecrow loomed over his shoulder as a soft beeping issued from the speakers. "What the?" Edward whispered. A small triangle appeared on the map of Gotham indicating Aura's position. She was close but she was still, "In the Narrows?" Nygma stared at the screen. What the hell would possess Aura to be in the Narrows at this time of night? Then it hit Jonathan like a sack of bricks: Aura was turning herself over to Joker in exchange for her parents. He glanced nervously up at the Rogue behind him. Did he dare tell Scarecrow about Aura or wait until they get there and let the Rogue come up with his own conclusions?

"That friend must live in the Narrows," Scarecrow growled out. "Not surprising that low class scum like that lives in this place." Jonathan looked back at the screen settling on the fact that Jonathan and Scarecrow can figure it out for themselves. Scarecrow would surely kill him if he knew that Nygma held back Aura's identity from him. He very much liked living. Suddenly the triangle on the screen disappeared, followed by the deep growling of the Rogue behind him. "What happened?"

Nygma clicked a few buttons then jumped up. "Get your shit. That was Aura's phone being destroyed."

Scarecrow said nothing as he grabbed the scythe and followed Nygma down the stairs. Nygma grabbed his cane by the door and ran out. Holland Road was not far from his safe house and it would be quicker to cut through the familiar alleyways to the location of Aura's phone. The silence was only broken by Riddler's own labored breathing as they ran. He looked back to make sure that Scarecrow had followed him and was stunned to see the Rogue right beside him. Scarecrow was running like a silent shadow, not make any noise from breathing and carefully placing his feet so that they made barely any sound. Scarecrow was a pro at stealth apparently. It was truly amazing to be able to see the Rogue in action.

Riddler grabbed a pipe connected to a building on the left to swing himself into the correct alley, so that he didn't stumble or collide with Scarecrow. Both Rouges froze at the sight they saw. Back doors to a white van had just slammed shut and the tires screeched as the van shot down the alley. Out of instinct Riddler pulled his pistol from its holster and started firing at the van. A cold hand clamped down on his wrist and Riddler was thrown into a brick wall. Scarecrow held the scythe to his neck. "What do you think you are doing? Aura could be in there."

Riddler shook his head to clear it and replaced the gun after Scarecrow released him. "Sorry, I was trying to hit the tires. I'm not the best shot in the world."

Both of them fell silent as they walked closer to the van's previous location. A breath hitched in Riddler's throat as they came upon the corpse of the man from television, Aura's father. Scarecrow used his foot to pushed the man onto his back before crouching down to inspect the wounds. Riddler was sure it was Jonathan who was out now but without looking into the man's eyes or being able to watch his movements it was impossible to tell. Riddler left the man to his work and began strolling around the narrow alley, looking for any clues. The van obviously belonged to Joker, the clown's face was printed on the side as it turned out of the alley. Silently he knew that Scarecrow knew this as well and that was why the Rogue was inspecting the corpse.

Riddler knelt down next to the remnants of a cell phone and cursed. Something obviously went wrong here, he just hoped that Aura was still alive. Carefully he fished through the broken glass with his purple gloved hand until he found the sim card. Could this be Isis? Riddler stood up from his spot when two brown clad legs appeared in front of him. Scarecrow held out the corpse's wallet, his scythe attached to his back. "That was Aura's father, Drake Warren. Joker has Aura."

Riddler nodded. "I have her sim card from her phone, maybe there is a clue on there as to where she is going."

Scarecrow threw down the wallet and crossed his arms. "All we have to do is find Joker's safe house and get Aura back."

"Do I look like Batman?" Riddler asked sarcastically but instantly regretted it when the Scarecrow reached for the gauntlet on his back. "Whoa! Take it easy I'm not your enemy remember."

"Maybe you should remind me why I do not kill you?" Scarecrow growled.

Riddler sighed when the Rogue recrossed his arms. "You're right, we need to ultimately find the Joker's safe house to get Aura. He just wants the Net Runner, so we know he won't hurt her until he gets what he wants." Riddler inwardly beamed at his carefully chosen words. "The problem is Joker has many hideouts and they could be anywhere. Gotham City is huge so this may take some time."

Scarecrow looked up at the sky, the night was quickly giving way to dawn. "Aura may not have time," he whispered.

Riddler shook his head. "Joker won't hurt her until he gets what he wants. She is much too valuable."

Scarecrow looked back towards him and sighed. The sound coming through the voice changer was haunted. "What do you suggest?"

As Riddler went to speak the loud roar of an engine caught them off guard. Both Rouges turned to the sound and stepped back as the Batman launched out of what could only be described as a miniature tank. Riddler ground his teeth together as the Batman ran towards them with full speed. "Do we run?" he asked the Rogue to his side.

Scarecrow said nothing as he donned the needled gauntlet. Batman slid to a halt in front of the two Rouges and narrowed his dark eyes from beneath the cowl. "What are you two doing here?"

Scarecrow waved his hand in dismissal, the needles flashing brilliantly as they caught the low light. "Hunting a clown is that not obvious?"

Batman zoomed his vision in on the burlap mask, all attention on Scarecrow. "Aura is none of your concern Scarecrow. Now tell me what happened here and I'll consider letting you two go or..."

"Or what?" Scarecrow challenged.

"Or we can have this same conversation at Arkham." Batman growled.

Riddler took his chance and used the Batman's tunnel vision with Scarecrow to sneak around behind him. He held his question mark cane like a bat and connected a solid hit onto the Dark Knight's head. The man toppled over like a sack of potatoes, completely unconscious. Riddler shook slightly at what he just did. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the unconscious hero until Scarecrow started laughing. "Took you long enough Nygma."

Riddler glared at his fellow Rogue. "Well I didn't know what the hell you were thinking. I was waiting for you to attack the oaf."

Scarecrow shrugged. "Go back to your safe house and start tracking down any leads. I'll be in touch."

Scarecrow had spun around on his heel and began to stalk away from the scene, back towards his own hideout he kept in the Narrows no doubt. Riddler stared after him, dumbfounded for a few seconds, before calling out. "Wait! What the hell are you going to do?"

Scarecrow stopped and turned around. He brought the needle gauntlet up to his eye level and flexed his fingers. The needles seemed to dance excitedly in his hands. "You have your ways and I have mine." With a cold, mercilessly laugh the Scarecrow bounded down the alley leaving Edward Nygma, The Riddler, to his own devices.