Disclaimer: If I owned the right I would be rich, and I'm not

A/N: Ok this is a really short chapter, my bad, I been so lazy recently but I know I had to update and so I did. Hope you like and tell me what ya think of it. Only one POV this time.

(Scarecrow's POV)

"Unwanted guests? Do you have an invite?" what are these two things before me, some sort of machine and a mutant, the police department here really has a strange way of recruiting. They burst through the doorway and the screams from my coworkers almost drown out the cocky war cry of the mechanical male. "Quiet! Silence your screams!" I command to my victims, the cowards yells quickly turn to whines and whimpers of fear. "You dressed for the party, but you didn't RSVP, maybe I should show you the door."

"Put your hands in the air and get down on your knees!" the dark male barks his orders to me. I'm the one in control here, he should learn this. I start to walk closer to the duo, a duo just like my old arch enemies. "I said to get down man!"

"I'm sorry but the music isn't that good here." I quickly grab for the nearest groveling innocence at my feat and pull him upright against me. "Besides, my partner doesn't look like he is up for dancing much either."

I pull a jagged steak knife out if the front pocket of my overalls, an old knife I managed to find rusting in the old barn which belonged to a married couple just out of the city. The couple was kind enough to 'loan' me a few supplies and their lodgings. I pull the blade against the quivering mans throat. The man in question is named Robert O'Brien, dark brown hair, skinny, pale, and short for his age. He works in the office two floors above my office; he is well liked within the staff, a happy go lucky fellow. Roughly twenty four years old, young for his position as a mental health physician.

"This is not a joke, let go of him!" the girl is also gusty; they must think that I'm not a serious threat. I'm in control, this is my field, this is my domain, and they need to enter the fear of my home!

"Are you heroes?" I query, waiting hungrily for their answer. If there is one thing I have learned in my life it's that all heroes have a soft spot for innocent killings. The guilt they feel when they are responsible is something they fear. That is something I plan to exploit.

"Where have you been? We're Teen Titans, we're the best heroes out there." The male is a sure one isn't he?

"The best? No where near. But maybe you can help me to find an old friend of mine." They make an advancement slowly toward me. "I'd stop right there, this scared little mare is shaking so much, I think he may cut himself." I chuckle to myself and they stall there encroachment. "In fact I'm more then sure that your hostile body language is frightening some of the patients." They take a look around the room and lower themselves to a calm yet hesitant stance. "I can definitely tell now. You really are heroes. However, neither of you are the hero I'm looking for."

The two young 'Titans', as they are, exchange confused looks. The female then takes another step forward and I bring the blade closer to O'Brien's jugular. She stopped dead in her tracks and opens her lips. "Who is it you seek?"

"The impressive boy wonder, the caped crusader's apprentice, the bird boy, the one they all call Robin." The list is to ensure they know exactly who I speak of. "You get me Robin, and then… we'll see about what happens next."

"What do you want with Robin?" the muscular youth asks me, stupid kids, always getting into other's business.

"Let's just say it's a personal matter, one that doesn't concern you." He looks at his forearm and dials a few buttons on the device. I can't tell from where I am what exactly is happening on the communicator but I can guess that my nemesis's old apprentice appears on screen.

The room seems to almost fade of all noise except that of the tin man's. "Robin, this Scarecrow guy wants you here, now." The reply is muffled and eludes my ears. "We don't have much of a choice here man." This doesn't sound to promising. The metal teen's expression changes from one of anger to one of solemn defeat. He returns his gaze to me and I can tell his answer before he even mutters it. "Robin is tangled up at the moment. It seems that you've got a friend to help you."

The agonized whimpers and weeping of my patients returns to my audibility as I fully return to the moment surrounding me. Slade, how could you get in the way, I was so close to getting what I needed, and ahead of schedule too. Well there is always next time, as for right now I should ensure my escape.

"Well heroes, I should be heading out then. I know I should have at least stayed a little longer, but I'm all partied out." I toss Robert at the two and rush toward the kitchen, the door swings shut behind me and before I know it the mutant female bursts through the push open portal. She flies into me slamming me against the stove; I regain myself upon the metal frame and lean closer to her.

"We will not allow you to escape." She is so righteous about her role; she will be quite the heroine that is if she lives. Her friend bursts into the frame as well and I look over her shoulder to see him holding that strange weapon up again.

"Oh maybe, then again maybe not." They glare and she throws me against the back wall. Perfect the fire exit is to my right. "Aichmophobia." I pick my knife up, I had dropped it when she first tackled me and it must have made its way to back wall. "A fear of sharp or pointed objects." I ready myself as she lunges again, slinking around her I dodge her strike, she hits the wall and I bring the blade across her swiftly. I cut a gash in her arm and kick her in the side. She yelps and I turn to the male. "The people in there don't have long until they lose their minds forever and escape to the streets to commit all sorts of heinous crimes."

We stand across the kitchen from each other, waiting, tension builds in the air. Suddenly the fire alarm rings loudly and I see my counterpart enter through the designated exit next to me. Shortly afterwards a girl in a blue cape appears from a dark portal created in the floor, as she enters the food preparation stations she opens her cloak to reveal a worse for ware Robin. "We should be going, now." Slade mentions to me. It seems he has seen something I have missed, better to be safe then sorry I suppose.

"Wait!" the boy wonder yells as we make our way out the fire escape. "What's your motive here?" anger, well that's not fear. Not yet at least.

I chuckle a bit and turn toward the bat next in line. "The same as always." I then look at the orange girl clutching her arm leaning against the wall. "Control. And for you capes, it just means controlling those you care for. Like close friends." I pull an aerosol can from a pocket of the old worn overalls and hold up the female's face. "Robin, do you fear being the cause of disaster?"

"Get away from her!" he yells starting toward me fist drawn back ready to strike.

I swing my leg around sending the bird flying toward a prep table and return to leaning over the injured mutant. "It would seem you most definitely are, just like the bat." I force my forefinger upon the pressure sensitive sprayer and shoot the fear into the green eyed titan's face. She starts to scream and I laugh manically as I followed my accomplice out the exit.

I hear the group of teenager's as they try to restrain the victims of my toxin. The time passes as Slade and I make our way down the exit, and then I don't hear anything anymore, I look up to see a dark glow from the windows of cafeteria.

"Death-" I start to ask but am cut off quickly by the man I am questioning.

"Slade. When we are here the only name you may call me by is Slade." I nod my head as we continue to make our way to the alleyway on the side of the office building I once worked.

"Slade, who are these Titans?"