Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Feb 19, 2012 21:54:44 GMT -5
He watched her turn and run as fast as she could. However insignificant she was he felt empowered for the moment. His crimes were in broad daylight and he knew Batman to never be one for the light. Perhaps he feared it? Before his mind wondered to far the doctor turned around on his heel and strode towards the purse he had thrown to the side. He lifted it carefully and checked around the area to make sure nothing of great importance fell out.
Calmly he reached inside of the purse and began to remove the things he wanted. Her keys were no longer a concern to him being that she had run away. The chances for her coming back to the same side street were not likely, not for a while at least. Gently he removed the girls cell phone and wallet. Caring about little else in the purse he set it down on the street in front of him and bent down. Dr. Crane pulled out a small cloth from his upper inside jacket pocket and wiped off the purse. From there he lifted back up and began to walk towards her car. Upon arrive he wiped the top of the door frame carefully and placed the cloth back in his pocket.
Having all that he needed he knew the next step was to leave. It was only a matter of time before someone arrived, not that he was frightened of it. Nothing could save the poor girl now, not the police, not the FBI, not even Batman. Dr. Crane quickened his pace and opened the door of the car he had stolen earlier through his coat pocket. He couldn't forget the one thing that brought him here in the first place, to where he stood now. Inside he pulled out the cloth one more time and opened the glove box pulling out the mask. He closed it quickly and wiped off the steering wheel before finally exiting the vehicle.
The doctor then proceeded to walk down the street, heading back home. Not a bat in sight.
Calmly he reached inside of the purse and began to remove the things he wanted. Her keys were no longer a concern to him being that she had run away. The chances for her coming back to the same side street were not likely, not for a while at least. Gently he removed the girls cell phone and wallet. Caring about little else in the purse he set it down on the street in front of him and bent down. Dr. Crane pulled out a small cloth from his upper inside jacket pocket and wiped off the purse. From there he lifted back up and began to walk towards her car. Upon arrive he wiped the top of the door frame carefully and placed the cloth back in his pocket.
Having all that he needed he knew the next step was to leave. It was only a matter of time before someone arrived, not that he was frightened of it. Nothing could save the poor girl now, not the police, not the FBI, not even Batman. Dr. Crane quickened his pace and opened the door of the car he had stolen earlier through his coat pocket. He couldn't forget the one thing that brought him here in the first place, to where he stood now. Inside he pulled out the cloth one more time and opened the glove box pulling out the mask. He closed it quickly and wiped off the steering wheel before finally exiting the vehicle.
The doctor then proceeded to walk down the street, heading back home. Not a bat in sight.