I wish I owned The Scarecrow, but until I do, he belongs to DC Comics. Blah.
The Scarecrow panicked. He was backed into an alley with Batman in front of him, and what was worse, he had no fear toxin with him. Batman approached him with an air of triumph.
"It's over, Scarecrow. Come quietly, and I'll go easy on you."
As much as he hated to admit it, Batman was right. He was clearly no match for the masked vigilante without his toxins, and seeing as how he's accidentally dropped all of the chemicals he'd stolen, he was helpless. Maybe I can outwit the idiot he thought.
Just then, he saw a young woman approach The Bat from behind carrying a baseball bat. She looked to have a medium build and dark hair.
When she saw he'd noticed her, she quickly motioned for him to stay quiet.
Batman must've noticed him looking over his shoulder, so he turned around. Before he could see her, she ducked out of sight. Like that's going to work. Woman, you don't know him at all; he'll never fall for that!
The woman remained unnoticed, much to his surprise, and Batman turned his full attention back to him. Behind Batman, she gripped the bat she was holding, raised it so it was level with Batman's head, and then swung it as hard as she could.
"Batter up!"
The bat made a sickening sound as it collided with the back of Batman's skull, and he dropped to the ground. Scarecrow was frozen to the spot out of pure shock. This woman had knocked Batman out cold with a baseball bat.
The woman grinned and held the bat against her shoulder; she looked over her shoulder.
"I had to say it; I couldn't resist! Come on you big chicken, before he wakes up!"
A second woman stood at the mouth of the alley, this one taller with blond hair and a slightly better figure than her companion. Very slowly, she began inching forward into the alley, always glancing in his direction.
If he had any on him, he would've dosed them both with fear toxin and ran. Instead he stood there like an idiot looking at the two women in the alley.
The shorter one was fed up with her friend.
"Come on, Angie, I don't wanna be here when he wakes up, so see if you're right so we can go."
The Blonde, Angie, reached for Batman's mask, but stopped when she saw him staring at them. Of course, she doesn't want one of Batman's enemies spreading the word on who Batman was behind the mask. The shorter one sighed.
"Just let him see, too."
"No, because his secret will get out!"
Wow, she really was blonde.
"Like I really care about bat freak over here; Are you gonna look or not?"
The minute she said that, he knew he liked this one. Perhaps, if he had fear toxin, she would have only been dosed with a minimal amount. Her friend, however, would be so far gone she'd be a babbling fool.
Angie, was it? Yes, Angie hesitated, so the other ripped the mask off of Batman's face.
"Becca!"
"What, I'm not a patient girl, okay? So, is this the guy?"
The smaller one, Becca, looked like she had about had it with the blonde. She looked unnerved.
"Well, yes, but-"
"Then let's get out of here before he waked up! I don't know about you, but I'd rather avoid a felony charge; my record is clean."
"Sure it is."
"Hey, someone planted those earrings in my purse!"
"Right, just like some one planted those shoes in your backpack?"
"Exactly, now, come on already!"
The two of them left the alley, but the blonde stopped and looked at her companion.
"Becca?"
"Yeah?" Becca answered.
"Exactly where did you get that bat?"
"I found it."
Angie hesitated before asking "Where?"
"At the mall," Becca answered. "Hey, it's not my fault that kid just left it sitting there."
"You took it from someone, didn't you?"
"Angie, you know me all too well."
They started walking away again, but this time, the shorter one, Becca, stopped and looked back at him. She looked from him to Batman, and then back at him. He made eye contact and she smiled at him—dear God, she smiled at him.
"Sure, don't say thank you or anything!" She caught up to her friend and said, "You do something nice for someone and they don't even thank you for it. Angie, what is this world coming to?" He could tell she was being sarcastic. Angie kept walking, so she followed.
The Scarecrow was standing in an alley and had just seen a young woman knock Batman out with a bat and also revealed Batman to be Bruce Wayne. He sighed and slowly walked towards the Iceberg Lounge.
"Joker is not going to believe this."
A/N: Okay, I thought it would be fun to write the previous chapter in Jonathan Crane's PoV. Pretty please review!
Also, the whole "All Out of Fear Toxin" thing was a spur of the moment thing, but hey, it works!