Lupin fan1-So did I. :)
AN: And that's a wrap! At least until I get some more ideas.
Jonathan Crane falls back on the concrete, grinning through a mouthful of blood. He's got broken ribs, countless bruises and a bloody nose, but he's won all the same. Batman took five minutes too long catching up to him this time. He won't have time to stop anything.
The mask is jerked off his head-he needs a new one, this one smells-and he's suddenly on his feet. Back to Arkham it is, then.
"Give me the antidote, Crane."
"Oh, it's too late." He spits the blood out. Some of it lands on Batman's shoe. That was honestly an accident. "There's nothing you can do."
"The antidote!"
What will happen if he says no? He'll be shaken a bit, maybe knocked out, and he'll go back to his cozy cell at Arkham.
In other words, the same thing that will happen if he says yes.
"No."
Sure enough, he's shaken a little bit, yelled at, and finally thrown against the wall when he won't stop laughing.
He wakes up in the infirmary at Arkham, handcuffed to the bed as always. Hopefully Kitty taped the news report for when he gets out of here.