PsykoReaper: This is a two-parter, which also has the Scarecrow revealed, but it's not like you don't know who the fuck he is already, but whatever!
Vicki Vale sat at her desk, looking at pictures of the Scarecrow and sketches of it's form when under the fear gas.
Max Kersh then walked over, and looked at the pictures. "Trying to crack the Scarecrow case?" asked Max.
"Yeah, it's really tough, he has access to the Mad Hatter, due to him stealing chemicals and money with him, so that means he must work or stay at Arkham," said Vicki.
"Who is your biggest suspect?" asked Max.
"Well, I would have to say it is the head of Arkham, Dr. Jonathan Crane, due to him having most of the access," said Vicki.
"That would make sense, but others have access to Jervis Tetch, so it could be anyone," said Max.
"Damn, this is hard," groaned Vicki.
"You should get home, Vicki, its gettin' late, don't you have a date with Bruce or somethin'?" asked Max.
"No, we decided to spend some time apart because we both thought that Bruce needed to get over Harvey's current condition," said Vicki.
"Yeah, anyway, get home, it's late, and you can continue tomorrow," said Max.
Vicki got in her car and drove it through the city to her apartment building. She parked her car in the lot and started to walk down the sidewalk to her apartment building.
She heard a hissing chuckle, she looked to see nothing.
She then faced forward and saw a figure down the sidewalk.
It walked closer; she could not see who it was.
After a few steps, the figure walked into a street light, revealing the Scarecrow. She stepped back in fear, the Scarecrow then ran at her.
She screamed and ran away; she went to the back door of the apartment building and slammed the door behind her.
She ran away, as she ran, she heard the door slam open. She ran up the stairs as quick as she could, her breath coming out rapidly.
She got to her door and went in; she slammed the door behind her. She locked the door, then the knob started to shake.
"Go away!" screamed Vicki.
The handle stopped shaking, everything was silent. She ran to the kitchen, and grabbed the kitchen knife, to be sure the Scarecrow was gone and to protect herself. She waited in front of the door, waiting for something to happen.
Then, a blade came out of the door. She ran to grab the cell phone; she looked to see it was off, she forgot to charge.
She growled at herself and put down the phone.
She looked to see the Scarecrow's hand come out of the door's stab wound. She screamed as she ran at the hand, she then stabbed his wrist.
The Scarecrow did not pay attention, he then held out his wrist quickly and the fear gas hit her face. She fell down on the ground; she looked to see the floor was full of maggots.
She shrieked and jumped to the couch, she looked to see the Scarecrow open the door, and he looked like he was covered in maggots.
"Welcome to fear, Miss Vale," said the Scarecrow.
She screamed in fear as maggots started to cover her entire body. Then, Batman slammed through the door, landing on his feet.
The Scarecrow turned and slashed at Batman with his scythe, but Batman ducked and punched the Scarecrow across the face, sending him onto the coffee table.
The Scarecrow jumped up and threw a remote control at the window, shattering it. He then climbed on the window, he then turned to Batman.
"You are a fool, you can't catch this ghoul, I will continue on, till we all die by the sun," said the Scarecrow.
He then jumped out of the window and landed on a car. He then climbed into a manhole and disappeared. Batman rushed to Vicki and made her drink the antidote.
"Don't worry, the toxin did not sink into your system fast enough, the serum will work faster," said Batman.
Vicki kept her eyes closed, not to see the horrors. She slowly opened them, to see everything blurry and shaky.
"Why does everything look weird?" asked Vicki.
"There are still traces of the toxin, but not enough to cause hallucinations," said Batman.
He then got up and walked to the door. "Who are you?" asked Vicki.
"My name is not important, only that I help," said Batman.
He looked to see a blood drop on the floor. He stood still, looking at the drop of blood. "Is this...from the Scarecrow?" asked Batman.
"Yeah, I stabbed him on the top of his wrist," said Vicki.
"You may have solved the case," said Batman.
...THE NEXT DAY...
Dick Grayson sat on a chair, reading a historical novel. Alfred came in and saw Dick's angry face. "Are you alright?" asked Alfred.
"Have you ever heard of Jonah Hex?" asked Dick.
"I have read the book, but I have forgotten it," said Alfred.
"He was a real life person who lost everything, his family, his honor, his...complexion...and he kept on hunting down those who deserved to be brought to justice," said Dick.
"What happened to him?" asked Alfred.
"No one knows, he disappeared and no body was found, even in the time he would have succumbed to old age," said Dick.
"What does this have to do with anything, Master Grayson?" asked Alfred.
"If he got the guts to stand up, why can't I?" asked Dick.
"He is only looking out for you, Master Grayson," said Alfred.
"I don't care, I want to help," said Dick.
"Maybe...someday you can," said Alfred. Dick then let out a sigh. "Anyway, where is Bruce?" asked Dick.
"He's going to solve the Scarecrow case, he says he is real close to solving it," said Alfred.
Batman, Gordon, Renee, and Vicki entered the Arkham Island from a boat. Dr. Crane stormed out of the asylum in a frustrated way. "You may be the law...well, some of you...but you must notify me in a day before you come to my sanctuary!" growled Jonathan.
"A sanctuary that is easily escapable?" asked Vicki.
"Not now, Miss Vale, we have reason to believe that the Scarecrow might be someone working in Arkham," said Gordon.
"That is foolish, why would you think such a dumb conclusion?" asked Jonathan.
"Who else has access to Jervis Tetch while he is in Arkham other than the staff?" asked Renee.
"Well, no one, he is very disturbed and must be kept in solitary," said Jonathan.
"Well, that settles it, the Scarecrow works in Arkham," said Gordon.
"If you say so," sighed Jonathan in a long silence.
"We'll need to see all the people who have access to Jervis Tetch, as well as Dumfrey and Deever Tweed," said Batman.
The inside of the asylum was worse than the outside. The floors were dirty, the walls were leaking, and the rooms were full of bleak.
In one cell, sat on the floor Mr. Victor Zsasz. He was pale grey, with small patches of hair, empty eyes, yellow teeth, dirty nails, and tally marks covering his body.
He was in Arkham due to his mental state, always keeping a tally whenever he kills, by slitting his skin, making the marks, and he has killed almost as much as the Joker.
He sat on the floor with his back on the wall, he looked at a piece of cloth he snuck in, which had the scent of his latest victim, he then pressed it on his nose and smelt it long and hard, to remember the woman he horribly killed.
In another cell, a skinny boy with white hair and glasses sat on his bed, looking at the floor, his name was Maximillian Zeus.
He believed that he was the actual Zeus, and what really brought him here was because he killed his father with a home-made device that sends electrical shocks to a person's body, the reason is that he believed his father to be Chronos; he then killed his mother when she tried to apprehend him.
In another cell, a man strapped to a wall of his cell hung with his head looking at the floor.
He had long white hair, a large build, and pale skin, his most unusual features was a his canines, which were sharp, like a vampire.
His name was Niccolai Tepes, who was a genetic anomaly, no one knew what he is, some say he is a vampire, others say he is an evolutionary offshoot, no one knows for sure. He came to Gotham like a whiff of smoke and started a vampire cult by the name Mad Monk.
The guard Lyle Bolton, a janitor named Carl Burter, and a psychiatrist named Dr. Anne Carver both sat at the side of Jonathan Crane's office while Dr. Jonathan Crane sat at his desk.
Lyle Bolton was large and had black hair, he wore a work suit, he also had a rough atmosphere.
Anne Carver was an African American woman who wore glasses and a doctor outfit.
Carl was a skinny man with black hair and shades.
Renee and Vicki sat at the other side of the room. Batman and Gordon were in front of the desk.
"Well, these are the people who have access to Jervis and the Tweeds, what do you want?" asked Jonathan.
"Yeah, I got things to do, you know!" growled Lyle.
"You mean manhandle the patients?" asked Anne.
"Enough, let's get this started," said Batman.
"Very well, let us hear the criminal try and solve the case," said Jonathan.
"My first test is this," said Batman. He then pulled out four coins. He then tossed it to Anne; she caught it with her left hand. He then tossed it to Lyle; he caught it with his right hand. He tossed it to Carl; he caught it with his right hand. Finally, he tossed it to Jonathan; he caught it with his left hand.
"What does this have to prove?" asked Lyle.
"By my calculations, I think that the Scarecrow may be right handed, that means you and Carl a suspect, Lyle," said Batman.
"What!?" growled Lyle.
"But, I could be wrong, as the Scarecrow might be ambidextrous, and you could not be the Scarecrow because the Scarecrow is half your size," said Batman.
"So, I may not be the Scarecrow?" asked Lyle.
"Possibly, maybe you have patients be the Scarecrow as you watch," said Jonathan.
"What! Come on, that's bullshit!" yelled Lyle.
"Wait, you forgot about Carl, he is just as skinny as the Scarecrow and he caught it with his right hand," said Anne.
"But, I couldn't hurt a fly!" said Carl.
"Enough, here is my final test, last night, the Scarecrow came to Vicki Vale's house and made one mistake, he let himself get stabbed at the top of his wrists, am I right, Miss Vale?" asked Batman.
"Yes, that is true," said Vicki.
"Now, show me your wrist, Mr. Burter," said Gordon.
Carl showed his right wrist, it had a scar on it. "Well, what do you have to say about that?" asked Gordon.
"But this is from a month ago, I cut myself while fixing my car," said Carl.
"He is telling the truth," said Batman.
"How do you know?" asked Renee.
"Because, his wound had enough time to heal," said Batman.
"Alright, it's time for Jonathan Crane," said Gordon.
"But, don't you remember, Batman said only the people who are right handed could be the Scarecrow," said Jonathan.
"He also said he might be ambidextrous, now show your wrist," said Gordon.
Jonathan was silent as Gordon held out his hand; he then stood up and quickly held out his wrist at Gordon, spraying him in the face with fear gas.
Gordon fell to the ground as Jonathan leapt out of the room.
"Get him!" yelled Lyle.
"Hold on!" yelled Batman as he rushed to Gordon, he then made him drink the antidote. Lyle then rushed out of the room to see Jonathan gone.
Jonathan entered the control room, the only other person there was the Mad Hatter.
"Jervis, they have found out who I am, do you have my suitcase?" asked Jonathan.
"Yes, master, its right over there," said the Mad Hatter.
Crane then opened the suitcase and revealed his Scarecrow costume.
"Jervis, time to put in Operation: Scare into effect, release all the prisoners," said Jonathan as he removed his coat, shirt and tie and put on his cloth shirt which revealed had no sleeves, he then put on his coat.
"Yes, master," said the Mad Hatter, he then looked at one of the screens and saw Vicki Vale.
"M-master, Alice is here," said the Mad Hatter.
"So?" asked Jonathan, putting on his boots.
"I...I cannot release the prisoners while she is here, she could get hurt or worse," said the Mad Hatter.
The Scarecrow, fully dressed, grabbed the Mad Hatter's head and slammed it on the desk.
"You will do as I say, Jervis, or I will teach you the meaning of pain, UNDERSTAND!?" growled the Scarecrow.
"Yes, master, I will do what you ask," said the Mad Hatter.
"I need some fresh air, you know where I will be at, bye," hissed the Scarecrow, he then left the room, with the Mad Hatter working on the computer.
As this was happening, Victor Zsasz paced around the room, waiting for someone to appear, hoping someone would appear. He then heard the door open, revealing two orderlies and a female doctor.
"Alright, Victor, it is time for your session," she said.
Victor continued to pace around, but stopped and looked at the woman.
"You new?" asked Zsasz.
"Yes, I am your new psychologist," she replied.
"Mmmmm, you look tasty…" he hissed with a smile.
One of the orderlies hit him over the head with a baton, making him fall to the ground but not unconscious.
"Now, now, there is nothing he can do to hurt me, it is alright," she said.
He then got to his knees and sat up. "Isn't there?"
"That is enough out of you, fuckjob!" growled an orderly.
Zsasz let out a laugh, "I am not afraid of you zombies, why should I, you are all pussies in the end!" hissed Zsasz.
The orderly then punched Zsasz in the face, sending him to the floor.
"What did I say!" yelled the psychologist.
"You wanna know what happened to the last psychologist that tried to examine me?" asked Zsasz as he got up.
"Why?" she asked.
"Cause I scared her, she thought I was gonna kill her, since I knew what her address was…" hissed Zsasz.
"I SAID THAT WAS ENOUGH!!!" yelled the orderly who pushed him to the wall.
"Wait, what was it?" asked the psychologist.
Zsasz then laughed.
"135 North Greene Street…" hissed Zsasz.
She then shuddered at this answer. "That's…my address…"
"Is it?" asked Zsasz, "I forgot, it was yours, I learned it just yesterday…"
The orderly then threw him to the ground. He then got up and stood up in front of the psychologist, who was scared at the fact he was ten inches from her face. "I'm ready for my session…"
Max Zeus was sitting in the activity room, painting a picture on the canvas, painting a large mountain. A doctor walked to him and looked at the picture.
"Amazing, Max, what is it?" asked the doctor. "Foolish pilgrim, I am Zeus, and this canvas is showing my home, Olympus!" announced Zeus.
"Please, I wish to call you by your name, Maximillian, not just Zeus, I believe you developed a god complex and you think you are someone you are not," told the doctor.
"Stupid human, it was better when you feared me and not consider me an insane fool, now be quiet and let me paint my home!" ordered Zeus.
"Very well, Max," sighed the doctor. Maximillian growled at this blasphemy.
A drunk orderly walked across the halls, drinking from his bottle, he then goes into Nicollai's cell and drinks a sip of his beer.
"Look at you, ya fat ass white-ass!" slurred the orderly, he then walked to the vampire, drank from the beer and spat at the creature.
"Ha! What are you gonna do, huh, nothin'!"
The patient just kept on looking at the floor.
"Hey, I am talkin' to you, why don't you listen!"
He poked the patient in the chest, but nothing happened, it just kept on looking at the floor.
"Oh, you bein' a wise-ass and not talkin'?"
He then repeatedly poked him in the chest, smugly laughing.
It just kept on looking at the floor. The orderly smashed the empty bottle over it's head, it did nothing.
"Stupid fuck, you don't even know when you are bein' made fun of or bein' harassed, I just got laid from one of those cute unresponsive patients, think I am gonna let you treat me like scum? HUH!?"
The Mad Monk was silent.
"Alright, asshole, time to beat some sense into ya!"
Batman and the others were outside when a voice in the intercom went off.
"Hello again, Batman, I wish to give you thanks for sending me back into this hellish wonderland, and here it is, bloody revenge!" said the Mad Hatter, he then let out a long laugh.
Then, they all heard doors open up.
"Oh no, it's our fire escape protocol," growled Lyle.
"The what!?" asked Vicki.
"If there was a fire, we would have to get all the prisoners out, but we would have had ten armed guards in each hall, which we don't have right now," said Anne.
"We have to get out of here!" yelled Carl.
"Calm down, Carl, the entrance is just a few floors down," said Lyle.
"Gordon, you get them out of here, while I find the Scarecrow," said Batman.
"Alright, let's go!" yelled Gordon as they separated from Batman.
Before the doors opened, the orderlies and the female psychiatrist were leading Zsasz down the tower to the Gene Kase Wing, where the sessions are held.
"Miss doctor, are you scared?" asked Zsasz.
She didn't answer.
"Yeah, I can tell…"
The orderly then roughly yet slightly pushed Zsasz.
"Don't worry; it won't be too messy…"
"Shut up, Zsasz…" said one of the orderlies.
"Although, I can't keep a promise to save my life…"
"Shut up, Zsasz!" barked one of the orderlies.
"Like this one time, at band camp, I liked this chick…"
"Shut the fuck up!" barked an orderly, hitting him on the head.
"I grabbed a flute and stuck it up her pu-"
The orderlies then threw him to the ground and started to kick him. They stopped and helped him to his feet again.
"That was a warning, ass-clown!" growled an orderly.
"Start talkin' again, and your face will be across the floor!" growled another.
Suddenly, the doors started to open, the inmates slowly getting out of their cells.
"What the fuck!" yelled an orderly.
"All you nut-heads get back in your cells!!" yelled the other.
Zsasz slowly pulled out a knife from his pants and quickly turned around, slicing an orderly's throat.
He then quickly stabbed the other in the jugular, killing him.
The psychiatrist stepped back in fear, knowing what might happen. Zsasz turned to her and cut two marks on his forearm.
"Stay…back!" she stammered.
"What's wrong, doctor lady, I thought you wanted to examine me, well, here we are…" hissed Mr. Zsasz, he then leapt at a screaming psychiatrist.
Before the doors opened, Maximillian kept on painting his picture, yearning for home, with the doctor looking at it, annoying him.
He looked at the door to see the Scarecrow walk by it, he held in his hand a device.
"Who are you?" asked the doctor.
The Scarecrow then threw the device at the table where Maximillian was sitting at.
The doctor then ran to the door as the Scarecrow ran away. "Wait, who are you, get back to your cell!"
Maxie looked to see it was his device, he used as Zeus; it was a large battery with straps like a backpack, connected to two shock batons on a curly telephone wire.
He then grabbed it, and put it on, holding the batons with each of his hands.
"MORTAL!!!" he roared.
The doctor looked at him in surprise. "Maximillian, what are you doing?"
Zeus then held out his batons and a charge of electricity shot out of them, hitting the doctor and sending him to the wall.
"Listen, simpleton, my name is Zeus, God of Olympus, Lord of All Greece, and I demand respect, and you must pay for your sacrilege!"
He then pointed the baton again and hit the doctor with a continuous electrical beam, electrifying the man to death. He then looked at the other doctors and patients, looking at him in fear.
"REPENT!!!"
The doors opening made him seem more god-like, as if he made this wrath, of course, he did not…
Before the doors opened, the drunken orderly kept on hitting the Mad Monk over and over again with a baton.
"How tough are ya, hm!? HOW MOTHERFUCKIN' THOUGH ARE YA!?!?"
The Mad Monk did nothing just kept on taking the hits.
Suddenly, the doors started to open, but the drunk kept on hitting the man. He stopped when the straps to the wall was unlocked. He stepped back as the Mad Monk got to his knees.
"Well, you got somethin' to say, fuckwad?" asked the drunk.
The Mad Monk then looked at the orderly with his pure red eyes, and bared his sharp teeth, scaring the drunk.
He attempted to leave, but the Mad Monk grabbed the drunk and threw him with great strength to the wall. He closed the door and blocked it.
"H-HELP! SOMEONE HELP!!" screamed the drunk.
The vampire then walked to the drunk and bit into his neck, draining him of all blood and setting his lifeless body on the ground.
He then got up and looked at the ceiling, hissing at the light. He then grunted and walked to the door, opening it and slamming it behind him.
Dick looked at the computer in the cave to see that Arkham has received a prison break.
"That's it, I have to help him," said Dick.
"I don't think Master Wayne would like that," said Alfred.
"I don't care, he needs my help, whether he wants it or not!" growled Dick.
"If you must go, take the keys to a boat in the harbor, make sure no one sees you," said Alfred as he handed him a key.
"Thanks Alfred," said Dick as he ran upstairs.
"Do you know how to drive a boat?" yelled out Alfred.
"NO!" yelled back Dick.
PsykoReaper: Part 1 has ended, left ya hangin'? GOOD! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!