Author's Note: Having Scarecrow next to me really convinced me to do update quicker than normal. Now my subjects if you post me the symptoms of my experiment then perhaps I could increase the dosage and intensity…. Now tell me...what do you fear?

You don't need them Johnny-boy you just need me. Jonathan slightly smiled at the raspy straw man he was sitting up to, looking at the worn, twisted features of the Strawman in appreciation. We could bring all those bugs to their knees in fear…

Crane was disturbed on how natural this felt, this was an inanimate object, it's burlap and straw simply appearing humanoid. Yet it was his only solace and spoke of his deepest thoughts and desires. Gently cupping his hands across his freshly bruised cheeks he muttered, "I don't think I can…"

Pull yourself together! You stink with fear! You chose ME to help you damn it! Aren't you tired of those insects breaking you like a twig? Aren't you tired of just being a weakling, a nerd that can't even defend himself against his bitch of a grandmother? WAKE UP AND SMELL THE FEAR JOHNNY-BOY! If I wasn't stuck on this pole, I'd beat you up myself right now!

Heat flushed across Jonathan's face. Scarecrow had no right to call him that, especially not a figment of his mind. Standing, legs slightly buckling in pain he screamed, "Then tell me what to do then damn it! I'm tired of being weak! I want to make them pay, just teach me HOW!" The flashes of memory were overwhelming, Jeremy and his friends pounding his face onto the asphalt for speaking to his sister, his grandmother, murders of crows pecking at him… he could hear the crowing and jeering of these in his head, "You bastard."

It's time to show them what kind of a bastard you are. Crane could sense the smirk crawling across his face as he could feel Scarecrow's power consume him. It was time to bring his enemies to their knees.

*"Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up"-Veronica Roth*

Lynda examined the sterile corridor, getting an eerie feeling as she observed the fluorescent lights flickering. Crane was taking long, eager strides only slowing when Lynda moved behind him in an attempt to distance herself.

I think she's starting to realize her mistake… look at her we haven't even gotten to the fun part yet!

Giving a slight smirk Crane inched towards Lynda, "Should we go back? You seem uncomfortable."

Lynda twitched slightly causing a chuckle to rise in Crane's throat. The little girl finally realized her inferiority without the safety of her peers. "However, I believe you will find it interesting. Fear is close to both of our areas of interest."

Turning away he began to stride again, adrenaline rushing as he could hear the heavy treads of Lynda behind him. "I'm afraid we will have to pass the recreation room. Please don't make a scene, it's why we had to leave in the first place." Lynda huffed and he imagined he could feel the heat of her rage and discomfort. Lucky for her he was only going to use a meager dose before sending them back on the tour, it wouldn't kill her, or damage her permanently. He didn't want to be caught, he wasn't that foolish.

"So Crane, taking a wench with ya for a little experiment?" Penguin's voice echoed through the corridor. Lynda walked toward the large window the doctor was rolling his eyes at. She looked the Penguin up and down, his good eye scanning her up and down suggestively his dark monocle hiding his blinded eye. "How did you get this little minx? You ever think of getting rid of him, you can work for me. I could always use another pretty bitch for the Iceburg Lounge." Penguin puffed on his smuggled cigar, placing his bandaged, flipper-like hand onto the window for support.

Crane's chest puffed as he grasped Lynda's shoulder tightly, "We will see this room later on the tour. We have to go." Straightening his thin glasses, he firmly shoved the frozen Lynda away from the cawing .

"Hey strawman! Remember, next time you need some supplies I'm at your service!"

Turning right down the corridor, Crane dragged them toward an elevator and pressed the down button. 'Patient 56432 Oswald Cobblepot otherwise known as the Penguin he suffers from a severe inferiority/narcissistic complex, however I believe him to be very is a "collector" and merely a rich businessman in the criminal empire. "

Lynda chuckled in amusement, "I think you have an inferiority complex as well." The elevator opened and Crane ushered her to go in first.

Crane shrugged in lighthearted humour as he clicked the button to go down to the basement, "You must feel inferior too to be alone with me."