Disc.: don't own Eddie or Jonathan or Gotham
Cautiously, Eddie crept towards the still figure on the pavement.
No movement stirred the brown form.
Was it…was he…dead? the Riddler thought anxiously, moving a bit closer to the man, for it was indeed a man, and one Eddie was familiar with as well.
A stream of blood that was running from the mouth of the man's frighteningly stitched mask glowed softly in the car's headlights.
The Riddler moved a foot towards the Scarecrow and gently prodded him in the side with the toe of his shoe. He was pretty sure the burlap-clad man was unconscious, but he didn't want to risk getting gassed in the face if he wasn't.
There was no response from the masked figure, so, bolder now, Eddie strode out in front of the Scarecrow and knelt down, carefully pulling up the edge of the man's mask.
Rogues aren't generally squeamish folk-most have seen their share of blood and gore, whether it was their own, or some other unlucky person's.
However, what the Riddler saw when he lifted the Scarecrow's mask was enough to make his stomach try to turn itself inside-out. Jonathan Crane's face looked like someone had tried to smash it in. A large cut dominated his forehead, one eye was blackened and swollen, and his glasses were half on and laced with spider-web cracks. One side of his lips was swollen and bleeding- the source of the blood dripping from his mask.
The Master of Fear's eyes were shut and his breathing was shallow. And Eddie knew that if someone didn't take care of him soon, he'd at the very least bleed to death from that nasty head-wound. The Riddler looked around. Whoever had done this was probably long gone by now. Still….
What if they came back before Crane woke up? Eddie thought. He looked back at the Scarecrow, then sighed.
Well, there was only one thing to do…
A/N: Poor Jonathan! Sorry it's so short…more updates coming soon!
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