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Catalyst

Change… I …

I had my legs crossed while I rested my head on my closed palm. Seeing that little mishap happening on the news really was better than any aspirin. If there was a god, which I highly doubt there is, I would be screaming hallelujah. Now there's no chance that the Batman can hide his identity. He'll have to show himself now. Or an innocent by stander will be killed off by the Joker himself. And I know how much the Batman must be suffering having to decide what to do. Yes, suffering, like I'm suffering. Suffer Batman. Suffer, because when I get a hold of you, everything you're going through now will be nothing compared to what I'm going to do.

BANG BANG BANG

I opened my eyes startled by the loud banging noise. I frowned knowing exactly who that is on the other side of the door.

I got up, and opened the door. Only to have the collar of my shirt pulled to see the Joker's face, close, and personal.

"Good evening doctor. How ya like my little, uh, video?"

I frowned having the Joker so close to me, especially his breath so close to my face, was atrocious. "Outstanding." I muttered out.

He pushed me inside my apartment, making me tumble back to my seat.

"Uhg, what was that f-"

He cut me off by placing his hands on my neck, slightly adding pressure to make my breathing difficult.

"Now Johnny, I'm going to make things as clear as possible for ya. Tonight I'm going to, uh, crash a little party. –Don't interrupt me. You see I found something more entertaining than some Bat," he squeezed my neck more, making it difficult to now talk, "I'm after Harvey Dent."

He loosened his hold on my neck, giving me a moment to breath. "Hah ha, why do you want Dent?"

He waved one of his hands around, "It's very simple. I'm going to bring Gotham's White Knight, to our level. There's nothing better than watching chaos. Right, doctor?"

"I don't care. Do whatever you like, I only want one thing."

"Hahahah! Oh, doc, you should know what happens when someone gets an obsession."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "What?"

He leaned closer to me, whispering, "they become the prey."

I gritted my teeth, how dare he insult my intelligence. I shall never become the prey. I am the predator. I am the Master of Fear.

"Let go!"

He roughly pushed me back. I lay on the floor, looking up towards the Joker. I hate this man; he's nothing more than an insane killer. An-

"I see, you want anarchy. Chaos, destruction, you just want everything to burn. Sadly for you," I got up from the floor, and sat on my seat, "I have a different perspective of things. You see Joker, everything runs on fear. You can do whatever you want to this city, but," I gave a small smirk, "you will never defeat the 'Batman'."

After that, everything went completely dark.

Scarecrow, Scarecrow, Scarecrow…

Jonathan… mask… Batman…

I opened my eyes to see that it was already dark outside. "Damn him. If only I had my mask. Mask, need, mask. Scarecrow."

I made my way to the bed, and pushed myself up to sit on it. My strength only got me halfway, making me fall over the bed. I looked to the side, panting. A note. A note laid on top of the table. I used all my strength to reach out to the note. I grabbed it in my hand, and began reading over it.

"Tch, that bastard. I hope he rots in Arkham." The note slipped down to the floor as I once again lost consciousness.

Thanks for the notes doc

Change… a… catalyst… Jonathan…

How many times do I have to wake up with a damn migraine? What happened? Did the Jo-

My eyes widened. My notes! He stole my notes! All that research, lost to some psychopath. I need to retrieve my notes. Need mask… notes.

The moment I stood up, the whole world blurred. I grabbed my aching head only to feel that I had a bump on it. "So, that's what he did. He has quite a right hook."

I lay back down on the bed, looking at the ceiling with half lid eyes. First, I lost my mask to some freak in a bat costume. Then I lose my notes to a clown. "First things first, I need to retrieve my mask first. Then I would be able to make new research. A more highly effective toxin. But I need my Scarecrow first. Can you hear me?" I waited for a response, nothing.

"Damn the Batman! He did this! He's the one that started all this! I hate him! HATE HIM!"

There's nothing I can do right now. All I can do is wait. Then I'll- no! It's time I make my move. With the Batman occupied by the Joker, and the pathetic town of Gotham. Now would be the perfect time to start my own little investigation. I guess the Joker was good at something; it's time to figure out who the Batman really is.

"And I know the perfect place to start."

Catalyst … Bruce… Wayne…

A/N: Catalyst: a person or thing that precipitates an event or change.

So, I'm trying to get everything lined up here. Yeah tougher than I thought…

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