So here's the Scarecrow's chapter.

Disclaimer: I own Nemo.

The Nightmare

Fear was a strange thing, a powerful thing.

Scarecrow mused as he brewed his latest batch of fear toxin. Everyone had a fear after all, and no matter how hard they fought, how fast they ran, or how brave they tried to be, that fear caught always caught up to them eventually. Always.

Fear was inescapable.

Sure, it could be delayed. Deterred. But it could never truly be stopped.

That was why it made the perfect weapon.

Because no matter how hard people tried, there was no such thing as fearless.

Fearless. An adjective. Definition: the absence of fear.

Impossible.

Everyone feared something.

Everyone.

It was an inescapable fact.

Scarecrow straightened after carefully pouring the last ingredient into the vial. What he saw nearly gave him a heart attack. Ironically enough. The Master of Fear getting a heart attack from surprise. Ha. The Joker would have a field day with that one.

On the opposite side of the table was a woman. Her head rested on her arms, which were draped on his work table, hazy eyes wondering over the various tubes and vials laid out before her. Slowly, she dragged her eyes up to his. She didn't say anything, didn't make any kind of move. Just sat there and watched, expression blank of any kind of emotion. The Gotham villain found himself wondering how long she had been sitting there, silently watching him.

It took him a moment, but Dr. Crane did recognize her. The young girl that had wandered the Asylum's halls aimlessly, eyes blank and empty. Nemo. The Nameless Girl.

"So it seems Nemo has come to pay the Master of Fear a visit," he drawled.

Nemo said nothing. Did nothing. Her only movement was her eyes following his every move, the hazy irises oddly sharp. She was a complete blank and Scarecrow found himself wondering what it would be like to see her emotionless face scrunched up in fear. Sweet, delicious, powerful fear.

"Nemo, dear," he said, "I've just completed a new fear toxin. An excellent formula according to my calculations, but I need to be sure, you see. Can't distribute a product without testing it first! It's bad marketing."

Nemo slowly straightened and for a moment, he thought she would run. Yell. Fight. Protest. Nemo did none of these things. Instead, she rolled up her sleeve and calmly held out her arm, her blank expression never changing. Scarecrow was surprised, but he was not going to pass up a willing test subject. So he picked up a syringe and filled it with a dose of the completed toxin. Nemo didn't flinch when the needle pierced her skin. Didn't try to run as the toxin entered her blood. Didn't scream when Scarecrow pulled away.

She didn't do anything.

Nemo looked blankly at the puncture wound in her arm before slowly dragging her cloudy eyes up to the man before her.

Scarecrow waited. But nothing happened. He was shocked. This formula was supposed to be more powerful than the previous one. Perhaps he had measured wrong? Or mixed up an ingredient?

"The Nightmare is confused."

Dr. Crane was snapped from his thoughts by Nemo's calm, hollow voice, her tone as blank as her expression. He nodded slowly, still trying to figure out what went wrong. "The formula is not working for some reason," he said, more to himself than her, "I must have miscalculated somewhere."

Suddenly, Nemo's blank expression changed. Her lips split into a wide, toothy grin and her eyes flashed with a sudden insane clarity, gleaming in the dim light of the room. Scarecrow found himself backing up as she stepped closer.

"Even nightmares have fears," she said softly, voice a haunting whisper that echoed loudly in the silent room. His back hit the wall and her grin widened as she leaned up to whisper into his ear, "They fear the Fearless."

The lights flickered, going out for a few seconds. And when they came back on, Nemo was gone. As if she had never been there in the first place. As if she had been a Ghost.

I actually really like this. Nemo, you are so creepy and perfect. I love you forever.

Any villain suggestions? I already got the Riddler, just trying to figure out how to make his chapter...riddlery. If that make sense.

Until next time,

~Elri