Disclaimer: Still no owning of the Teen Titans.
A/N: Yo I was working on this like all day yesterday, it alsmost to the massive finish bro's and lady's. Hope ya guys enjoy this chapter, and please tell me what ya think.
P.S: Forgot to put in dividers for each POV, my bad. Oh and who out there knows what Queen industries is? I will be quite surprised if ya do.
(Scarecrow's POV)
All the pieces are in place and things are going just as I predicted, it's strange how rarely this happens when dealing with the bat. It would seem Robin needs more lessons in fowling up everything anyone has ever tried to accomplish! But that's ok; soon enough these teenage crime stoppers will burst in here and I will be the one in control. They wouldn't risk the life of a comrade merely to defeat me, and even if they do I just have to send out the signal to my boys to gas the city. I'll just have to stall the cape's long enough to do so.
"Slade when they get here I would very much appreciate if you'd restrain them, I want to have some fun before they die." The man doesn't make any gesture of understanding but I've noticed he lacks most emotion, good cover but like anyone in the world he has them. Maybe by the end of this I can find a way to control him as well, he'd make for a great trophy; next to the Batman of course. "Slade do you have any family?"
He turns full round to look at me then responds coldly. "They died a long time ago." Damn shame I could have used them as tools, maybe there's more that I could use against this man. "And if you continue to pry then you'll be my next target, understand?"
He certainly is much smarter then most of the men I hire, I wonder if that will be a mistake. "Very well, your words are as clear as crystal." For being super hero's these kid's sure do take a while to arrive, Slade sent out the jamming signal about an hour ago what could be taking them so long? "The box is completely prepared, is it Slade?" he nods his head toward the large metal container in the center of the warehouse. I look it over and peer at the tube attached to the back; I follow its trail to a container of chemicals. The chemicals haven't been mixed yet but once they have it will only be seconds until the large metal container fills with fear and the contents within goes mad. Due to lack of proper materials I've had to hold the whole thing shut with only two large padlocks, but they should do fair enough.
"Is it all to your liking Doctor Crane?" I hear from behind me and it takes some time for it to register who he's trying to speak to then I am reminded of my old self, the one who lived as a pawn of fear a sniveling little coward. That weak little boy, Doctor Jonathan Crane, psychologist and trained scientist of Gotham. He constantly lived in fear of the past, fears of bats and bullies, always thought that the world was out to get him. He never knew anything more then how to be afraid; but then came the Batman, then came the chance to be so much more.
"Scarecrow." I reply clenching my fists and turning back to the masked man known as Slade. "Do well to remember my name, I've made it a big one." The doctor's out of the picture now. "Almost as big as that clown, Joker."
Suddenly we both turn to the large sliding door as it opens; standing in the entrance is the robotic crime fighter, that Cyborg kid. He points at us; his expression is one of hatred and determination. "You got one of our friends, we're here to get him back." he says holding up that hand cannon of his, me and my business partner split up and charge at him from both sides. Out of no where I feel a punch to my jaw and I'm thrown to the floor, looking up I see the cloaked girl in tight spandex.
"So you wanna dance with the devil do you?" I mock standing up and taking a bow.
"You're no devil." She replies and I swing a kick at her, she motions her hand putting up a small dark barrier, bending backwards I go to punch her in the knee cap feeling it make contact she bends her leg then jumps back, stumbling slightly upon landing.
"Maybe I'm not, but I am quite flexible." I then return to a fighting stance and prepare myself for her strike.
(Robin's POV)
"Like I said, I'd never leave you" I whisper pressing my lips lightly against the pointed green ear of my lover. He laughs then turns to me, as soon as our eyes meet the blue skies and green grass turn black and brown. The boy's eyes turn from their brilliant emerald to a pallid grey, his smooth skin changes to a grey rotted color with the texture of chapped lips covered in the slime of a slug. "Beast Boy!" I yell pushing the monster away from me and scooting back foot or two.
"You said you'd never leave me." he says but it isn't his voice. "How about now, would you take me even now!" he continues and shrieking starts to fill the background, like a million mice running through my skull. Suddenly I feel the cold boney frame on me. "Don't you love me?" he asks and the voice is starting to sound familiar. I open my eyes wide shoving the boy claiming to be my love off of me. "Or is it you fear me!"
A face like old leather and burlap, that's the final flash I see.
"Scarecrow!" shooting to an upright position I scream his name looking around to notice that I am in the medical wing of the tower. He's got Beast Boy, I'll make him pay. Quickly I get out of the bed and put on my belt rushing to the garage, I mount the cycle and drive off in hunt of that rat coward Jonathan Crane.
As I drive down the streets I notice the time, the last moments of sunset meaning the parade will start soon and more people will be in danger. Pulling over I take out a handheld chemical scanner, I had to use them back when me and Bruce were a team. I wait a few minutes thinking over each second on what has happened and what could happen.
The others must have gone out searching, their com links are down and the trackers on the communicators are also jammed. Scarecrow must have gotten a 'gift' from someone in Wayne Industries or maybe Queen Industries either way it's bad. He has Beast Boy which usually means he's going to us him as part of his plan; he'll probably use him as a hostage. The only thing that still doesn't add up is why did he come here? Why not just continue his attacks on Gotham and the Batman? Is it really because of me that my friends are in danger? Is it my fault that Beast Boy is in this situation where he may die?
The beeping from the small device in my hand signals that it has found the chemicals, meaning it's also found Scarecrow. Once more I ride off down the streets to the source; it seems to be an old abandoned warehouse. The only thing that I can think of is to get in and find Beast Boy, and then I'll stop Crane and Slade.
(Scarecrow's POV)
"Cyborg, there doesn't seem to be any chemicals here." I hear the witch state back to her robotic friend. The words make me chuckle and I run back toward the metal box, feeling the smooth cold sides knowing that my ace is soon to be played. She takes notice and signals her friends, probably to keep an eye on me. I notice Slade has also taken this moment to stand down and watch my next move.
"There isn't any gas yet." I state and the tall mechanical boy takes a step forward opening his maw to give some sort of response.
"But the scanners said-"
"We used a newly developed hacking device to jam the signal readings of your chemical scanner. We then led it to believe that we were storing the chemicals here." Slade explains crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm sure Scarecrow would love to explain the rest of the plan to you."
I take a moment to inhale the smell to feel the aura to enjoy the sound of what I crave and what Crane could never acquire. This is why I exist, Jonathan needs me, and I am more then happy to oblige so long as the Doctor stays out of the way. "I am the one in control, there's no way to stop me." I mutter to myself once more running a hand over the container. "Stand down kiddies, for I have made a device that you wouldn't want activated." They merely give a questioning stare as their response. "This box is attached to a chemical mixer; in it are the components of my fabled fear gas. If I push a button then they'll mix and a valve opens allowing the chemical to flow into the box."
"You have made a box to capture your weapon, why should we surrender to something like that?" the orange skinned girl queries, I lean nonchalantly on the frame next to me and reply.
"It isn't the box, more the contents of the box." Their faces seem to share a pallid stare and wide ended gaze. "Your crime fighting friend, you know the green one."
"You're lying!" the brutish man roars, a common defense to not being able to do anything when you really wish you could. It's a defense to hide someone's fear of the inevitable.
"Afraid not robo-cop!" pulling the remote from the front pocket of the overalls I inch closer with a threatening demeanor. "Stand down or the green imp gets the nightmare of a lifetime!"
"If our friend was truly in there he would have made an attempt to escape his prison!" the apparent alien argues, a good point but I have a perfectly good reason for that as well.
I look back to the mercenary that I hired; he takes a stance as if to show he is all knowing. In reality however he knows very little, for instance he has no idea of the other hands I hired or the plan to gas half the city at tonight's parade. Nor does he know about my escape vehicle if things get a little too out of control here. Most of all however he doesn't know that I can read him like a book, the man likes to come off as the one in control, but he plays it all by ear.
"Slade took care of that; using chloroform is an excellent way to incapacitate someone. So what is it Titan's, trick or treat?" My enemies finally seem to take it all in and they lower their stance, acceptance is not quite what I expected but it will do. "I thought as much." I turn back to the thick metal frame and grin, now all I need is Robin and I will be at the final stage of my plan.
"You know doctor." Apparently Slade has something to add. "I always loved tricks myself."
I spin my torso half way around to catch the pose my friend has taken, it's unchanged. "Yes, yes that's nice." His rambling is rather odd and out of place but no skin of my nose.
"I should say rather that I like to be the one giving out the tricks." What is he on about? Pivoting on my heels I feel as though I may have miscalculated my prior statement. "You have lots of tricks this Halloween, like the one to do with parade or maybe the one about leaving me out of the loop." That son of a bitch, he knew the whole time. "So here's a trick, the boy is not within your device, and I warned the local police about your other 'friends'. Question doctor; ever hear of atychiphobia? It's the fear of failure."
"No!" I'm the one controlling this puppet show damn it! "You don't know what they were doing there do you!" he tenses, that's wonderful news I can still get away with this. Quickly I press the button on the remote and yank the tube out of the back of the empty container. "Slade you slimy bastard, did you get lessons from the Batman?" The gas, it's familiar yet… invasive.
(Beast Boy's POV)
Hold up if I'm not in the warehouse with the others, then why can I hear them so clearly? Suddenly I hear metal sliding against metal again, this time however it sounds so much closer and I can feel the slight vibrations on the ground. "Hey what's going on here?" I slam on the metal walls, at this point I don't think I care who it is so long as I can get out of this place.
"Beast Boy?" I hear a voice that is music to my ears, its Robin. Suddenly static rings through the air, it stops shortly after starting however and I hear another person speaking.
"Robin, it would seem that Dr. Crane thinks I am incompetent of completing my contract. You and I both know better, so I've decided to drop it all together." A contract? "Gar Logan is safe and secure. Until next time boy wonder." Static rings out again followed by the sound of rapid beeping.
The door to my metal coffin opens it isn't very bright but my eyes still burn from not seeing any light for hours. "Come on we gotta get out of here!" I feel Robin grab my hand and pull me out, dragging me behind him for a bit. My eyes are still adjusting and I can't see what's going on around me, I hate being so useless.
"Scarecrow, that's where we are going right?" Robin moves me on his bike and I look around to see what appears to be the beginning of the night. "Dude?" he takes his seat and starts the vehicle, I instinctively grab him around the waist.
"First things first, we make sure you're ok." I don't need to be babied! The buildings flash by like blurs, this whole thing makes me feel as helpless as those blurs.
"No, we're heroes aren't we?" he pulls over and moves his head to the side. "Let's get him man, you know it's the right thing to do." He waits a moment then takes off his helmet and peers back at me. It doesn't take him long before he mutters.
"Communications have been jammed, and I have no leads on where to go." I grin widely and hug him closely.
"I heard it while I was locked up, Scarecrow ran to the parade dude." His eyes widen and after noticing the reaction of my lover it hits me as well. "This is bad isn't it?"
"He is going to do something terrible Beast Boy, that's all I know." Suddenly we both hear his communicator, he opens the device and I peek over his shoulder. "Cyborg?"
"It's a long story man and I don't have much time." Robin nods and our friend continues. "Scarecrow gassed all of us, we all took the antidotes and I'm about to pass out. Slade ran, we had no chance of chasing after him and he knew it. You and BB are going to have to get Scarecrow before his second plan goes down." He yawns then drowsily finishes his explanation. "Star it getting us back to the tower, she'll be there to help as soon as she can, good luck man." Cyborg then cuts off and robin places the device back on his belt.
We both sit silent for a bit, the motor to the bike purrs and we can hear the sounds of the parade in the distance. "So it's just me and you babe, we can do it!" I state and he looks back at me with a blank stare as if he knows we'll get our butts kicked then he smirks.
"Yeah piece of cake." He then puts his helmet on and revs the engine. To tell the truth I don't think this Dr. Crane has even the slightest chance against us. The buildings soon return to their previous grey blurs as we make our way to the parade.
A/N: Next chapter, The Final Fright hahahaha yeah sure i could be a comic book writer what of it. BTW if some of these facts seem like 'Where'd he get this stuff' I actually read the comics so yeah that's where I get 'em. Ever wanna see Kid Flash take a shotgun shell to the leg? It's coolio yo!