It had been a week since they broke into S.D.'s apartment. Crane's new batch of fear gas was ready to be tested and he knew where to find some test subjects. A new assistant in the D.A.'s office had renewed the fight against the mob and Falcone's goons were hiding out at a warehouse at the docks moving out drugs. The bat wouldn't find out until afterwards and he would be long gone from the scene and he would know the effect of his gas.
He slipped onto the roof and looked down at the scene below through the skylight, goons where moving boxes out into trucks at a rapid pace; it was perfect they were totally unaware of his presents. He slipped in through the broken window and onto a catwalk, and moved his Scarecrow mask into place so he didn't accidently dose himself. Silently he moved across the cat walk towards the middle of the room, a commotion in the office upstairs made him halt for a moment.
Looking over he saw S.D. arguing with what appeared to be the head goon. Watching as the goon slapped her cheek and laugh, Crane cringed when he saw S.D. slam a knife into his chest. She was a cold hearted killer and now she was trapped after killing the man, the men below would soon notice. Unsure why he was about to help her, he found himself hurrying to the office and slipping in.
"What are you doing here?" she hissed, moving the body to sit up in a chair, his back to the men below.
"Testing my gas," he replied as he hid in the shadows. "I thought Falcone was out to kill you."
"He is, or was apparently no one wants to collect the price on my head," she replied, as she faced the dead man, making it look as though she was talking to him. "Now I have to sneak out of here before those guys down there realize he is dead."
"Look into that biohazard closet and see if there is a gas mask," he told her, and she went over to it, finding a full dingy yellow biohazard suit and a collection of gas masks. "Put it on and watch the fun."
As soon as she had the mask on he threw his gas bombs out into the main room below him. He laughed as he watches the confusion take over the men's face and then their eyes widen in fear. Someone was screaming about spiders as other were crying out to their mothers or God, it was glorious. His gas worked fast and well, he thought as he watched his puppets dance. Feeling eyes staring at him he turned to face S.D. who was silently watching him.
"Why did you help me?" she asked him, her voice was distorted by the gasmask and he was unsure how to answer her.
His answer was lost as he heard glass shattering from the skylight above. Batman and Robin swooped in and Batgirl drove in through the front door on a bat bike with a fan on the back clearing out his gas. Some of the goons who weren't busy cowering in fear started to attack the bat family. Whipping off the mask, she grabs two batons she had on her thigh and prepares for the attack of the bats.
"Scarecrow," he heard Batman call out for him.
"Let the party begin," he laughed as he jumped down to face the bat. "What's a matter bat can't find Joker so you spoil my fun?"
"You are going back to Arkham Crane," Batman said as he went to deck Crane, who easily dodged his attacks.
"What is the big bad bat afraid of?" he hissed as he threw a can of gas in Batman's face.
Batman dodged the can but it landed in the middle of the brawl going on with Batgirl and S.D. Jumping out of the stream of gas without taking a breath, S.D. ran to the other side of the room as Batgirl let out a streak. Smirking under his mask he knew Batman did not come prepared to face him; he was after Falcone's men.
"Looks like the little Batgirl was not prepared for my gas, she has beautiful fearful screams, music to my ears," he taunted as he dodged Batman's fists.
Hitting his back up against the wall he quickly ducked down as Batman's fist connected with the wall leaving a dent. Rolling off to the side he was knocked in the head by Robin's staff. The moment of escape was lost as Batman picked him up by his collar and brought him close he could smell Batman's breath.
"Enough games Crane it's time to go back were you belong," he said before slamming Crane harshly into the wall then handcuffing him.
Hearing sirens outside, the Gotham PD came just in time to clean up after the bat. Batman shoved him roughly into the back of a police van, as Robin dragged S.D. He grinned as Batman yanked his mask off and threw it to the ground. Robin the boy wonder who was a few inches shorter then S.D. shoved her in the back of the van. She got one kick to his left shin before he could back away and let the officer in the van with them.
"Take both of them back to Arkham, Robin take Batgirl back to the cave, I have other business to attend to," Batman ordered before the van doors slammed shut.
The van started up and they drove away from the warehouse and down the streets of Gotham.
"Hey Larry isn't that the girl who Falcone is after?" the driver in the passenger seat said to the officer sitting in the back through the metal divider.
"We aren't taking her to Falcone with Scarecrow back here," he replied, as he held the shotgun so tightly his knuckles were turning white.
"She's got a good price on her head," the driver offered, and S.D. rolled her eyes as she sat back seemingly bored.
"Take her to Falcone and just let me go, you can say we over powered you," Crane offered, causing S.D. to snort in disgust, as the dirty cops silently think about his words.
"We have to lose our escorts," the driver stated, obviously going with the idea, when over the radio a call for help with a standoff with the Joker was heard.
"This is Police transport with Scarecrow on delivery to Arkham giving the all clear to escorts to assist," the passenger said into the radio.
After the 10-4 from the other cars, the driver waited until they were in the clear to divert off course. They drove down a couple of streets before S.D. made her move. Her cuffs clattered to the floor as she leapt across the small space of the van, grabbing the shot gun and shooting at the driver as the officer went for his hand gun. The sound of the gun startled the driver who was speeding down roads and he jerked the steering wheel causing the van to flip over.
Crane heard another gun shot as the van tumbled around and ended up on his side. The accident dented the roof and he kicked the door open. Taking the key off the unconscious officer he unlocked his own handcuffs, noticing S.D. was pinned underneath him.
"A little help," she said in a strained voice as she tried to shove the officer off her.
"Next time don't flip the whole van," he shot back as he helped her get the cop off her and helped her to her feet, noticing her wince in pain. "You alright?"
"Fine," she hissed as she exited the van noticing the crowd growing around them. "Let's get out of here before the bat shows up."
They ran down a side street, the crowd giving them a wide berth as they escaped from the accident sight. Following S.D. they turned down an alley way and she tried to get a manhole cover up.
"The sewers?" he asked as he moved her aside and pulled the manhole cover off.
"Easier to lose them," she replied as she slide down into the reeking sewers below.
"It's a labyrinth down here," he called after her as he followed her down, making sure to replace the manhole cover.
Pulling out a small flashlight she looked at the corner of the wall at the marking on the bricks.
"I know my way around here," she replied as she walked forward, keeping close to the wall careful not to fall into the nauseating polluted water flowing around them. "There is an entrance to my apartment building basement from here. Comes in handy when you are avoiding the law and the mob."
"What about the bat," he asked, hoping they didn't come across Killer Croc as they trudged around the sewers.
"As long as he isn't after Croc he never ventures down here," she replied, making another turn. "Croc is living near the old train station these days; he shouldn't be around this area."
The rest of their journey was made in silence, Crane didn't want to risk coming up against Croc. That was one rouge there was no reasoning with, he would kill you just for looking at him. Making back to her apartment, he had to push open the concealed brick door for her. Shutting the door, he watched her switch off the flash light and rubs her right shoulder; a squashed bullet drops to the ground.
"He shot you," he stated as he picked up the bullet on the ground.
"I wear a special bullet proof shirt," she replied, as he started at her, she shifted under his gaze. "It stops the bullet from entering the body but still hurts like hell."
She walked over to the stairs and walked up to a door and listened for a moment before she opened it. Waving for him to follow they walked into the office where Deka was sitting at a desk passed out and snoring loudly. He followed her out another door that lead to the front desk and door. Hopping over the desk, she waited for him to walk around it.
"Thanks for the assist," she said, and Crane just nodded his head and left. He was still confused why he helped her. Nigma was going to mock him for this.
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