A/N: I woke up this morning, and realized that my laptop was on showing The Dark Knight on the screen. I thought it was some weird sign. Until my sister came, and told me that she turned it on to watch…

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What Do You Believe In?

I touched my face, and could feel there was something missing. Something that defined who I am, what I am, and what I have become. I sipped the cup of green tea that I have just prepared for myself, and began reminiscing about past events. I felt myself close my eyes only to open them to a complete world of darkness. I walked around, I felt very light, as if there was no such thing as gravity.

"What are you doing here?"

I turned around, and saw the Scarecrow sitting on the floor, resting his face on his knee with one arm over the same knee.

I moved closer to him, and waved my finger around my surroundings. "I never thought I could come here when I'm awake. Not that I mind coming here, but it's a little too dark for my taste."

Scarecrow lazily looked up from his resting place, and shook a little like if he was cold or something. "True, but the more time that we don't have that complete connection, the more our realities will shake from the ordinary," he looked up, and gave a little shiver, "I also don't like these surroundings either. It's too cold, for someone like me. I like my surroundings to be a little warmer. The more I stay in this place, the more I feel my strength decrease."

I could see what he means, the straw that he has for his face was slowly coming off as a slight wind picked up in here. He also seemed to have problems breathing; I can't stand seeing this before me. Seeing him all weak, and vulnerable. It's not right for him to be weak; I thought I was supposed to be the weak one, and him the strong one, my rock.

"I need my mask back."

"The sooner, the better."

I nodded my head, and closed my eyes once more. This time I was back in my little dirty apartment. I sipped the last of my tea, and stood up. I went searching for something I could wear to cover my face while I went outside. I couldn't raise suspicion that I was the Scarecrow, let alone Jonathan Crane. I found some black sunglasses; it was perfect to cover my eyes. All I need now was something to cover my head with. I couldn't find anything to cover my head, but I did find a black scarf. I wrapped it around my neck, and slightly covered my mouth. I looked at myself in a small mirror in the small bathroom.

"Well, I guess this will suffice, for now."

Hurry with finding this creep, I don't know how much longer I can take.

I nodded, and made my way out of the door.

I was back outside on the streets, and placed my hands on the inside of my pants. I walked around for a while, and could see I was getting nowhere. "I'll never find that man."

"And, uh, who would that be?"

I stopped walking, and slowly turned my head around.

A man dressed in a long purple coat, wearing what looked like clown make-up, with green colored hair was leaning on a wall with his hands in his pants pocket. But the thing that stood out to me the most was those scars running up his face. It was like a permanent smile.

At that moment, I knew I had found that man.

"You didn't answer the question, uh, who are you looking for?" Saying the last word with a small hiss.

I turned my whole body, so that I was facing him completely.

"Oh, just someone who made that bank heist," I placed my hand to my face in a thinking posture, "maybe you've seen him. It was said that he wears clown make-up, and most of all, has a scar that runs up his mouth in a permanent smile. So… have you seen him?"

The man's smiled widened, and came closer to me, leaving about three feet in between us.

"Well, if you would have mentioned a handsome looking clown, then yes, I have met that person."

"Alright, have you've seen a handsome looking clown around these parts?"

He looked around, and then pointed to himself, "seeing as there's no one here with such charming features, then, uh, that would be me," popping the 'me' with a pop in his lips.

"Well, can I at least get your name. Because I don't think your name is 'Mr. Clown' or is it?"

He laughed, "hahaha, oh, that was a good one, but don't you think it's more, uh, polite for you to tell me your name first."

I pulled my scarf down a bit, and then took off my sunglasses. "The name is Jonathan Crane. Nice to meet you Mr…"

He ruffled his hair back, and licked his lips, "The Joker," he moved around me like if he was a predator that just spotted his prey. "So you're the, uh, Scardy Crow, huh? I don't see what's so special about you. You look so, uh, scrawny."

I looked at him, and tilted my head a little to the right, "its Scarecrow. But for my physic, I make up with my mind. The one thing that overpowers everything."

The Joker licked his lips one more time, and took out a knife from his coat pocket. "You want to bet, doctor."

"My reputation precedes me, not that surprising. Especially for someone like yourself."

He kept that knife pointed to my face. "And, uh, what's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean that someone like yourself must have many connections around these parts, am I right?"

He licked his lips once again while looking up for a moment. "Well, I do know how to get around. But you didn't answer my question, doctor. What makes you so special, huh?"

I outstretched my right hand and pointed it to him. "This right here is what makes me so 'special' as you so kindly put it."

He eyed my arm, and then gave up looking for whatever he was trying to look for. "So what? You have something up your sleeve or something?"

I smiled a little. "Something like that. I work with mixing chemicals to create a fear toxin that can make me the most feared man in your life."

His eyes widened in interest. "Really now, can I, uh, see it."

"Of course, just grab me any one, and I will gladly show you."

He moved out into the streets, and went over to a light post. Where someone was standing by it; smoking a cigarette. He grabbed the man from behind, and brought him into a dark alleyway. The man was struggling as he was being pulled.

"Ahh! Hey, let me go! You freak!"

The Joker looked over to me, and motioned me to get closer with his head. "Come on; show me what you can do."

I got closer to the man, and outstretched my arm out. "You might want to get out of the way." I warned him.

He pushed the man to my direction, and I quickly sprayed him. Making him fall to the ground; screaming.

"Ahhhhh! Please stay away! Stay AWAY!"

"Now, you have my attention. Scardy Crow. So, what do you want; money, henchmen, weapons."

"Neither. What I want is really simple. I want the true identity of the Batman."

"Hahhahhaha,oh, doc, now that's funny, hahaha."

The Joker kept on laughing, holding his sides for more dramatic affect on his little show.

I frowned as I stared at him. "I'm not joking. He stole something that belongs to me, and I won't stop till I get it back."

He looked over at me, with that damn smirk on his face. "Oh, stole something. Now what could that be. Your little Halloween basket, hahaha!"

I was starting to get mad. "NO! He stole my Scarecrow! I want my Scarecrow back! Now for my revenge I'm going to find out who the Batman really is."

"Oh, revenge, huh. Well in that case, I'll help you. But I'm only going to do this to, uh, satisfy my own little thrill."

"I don't care; all I want is to unmask the man behind the Batman."

The Joker walked towards me, and looked me straight in the eye. "Do you know how I got these scars?" He licked at his scars in enfaces.

I moved my arm towards his face, "no, and to be honest, I don't care. Just do this little favor for me, and I assure you, that you will have the time of your life."

"You had me at hello."

He then made his way to leave, but then he suddenly stopped, and turned around.

"Before I go, I have a question for you doc. What do you believe in? Think about it."

I narrowed my eyes as he left. "What I believe in is… none of his concern."

I placed my sunglasses back on, and readjusted my scarf; making my way back to my apartment.

All I want is my Scarecrow back the way he was. I don't care if this whole city burns in the process.

I hugged my body tightly, and whispered, "Scarecrow, Scarecrow, Scarecrow…" all the while hoping to get a response.

I didn't get one.

A/N: Today I just realized that I drank some bad milk. Yuck, but thanks to that, I was able to write this chapter. Not sure if I got the characters in character. So please review to see how I'm doing.