Fear is power [ Open]

[Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow]

The doctor studied his breathing while he was carefully adding another drop to his fear serum. One small mistake and it would be curtains for sure. The doctor didn't fear however, he never did. He took deep breaths, steadying his hand with each exhale. His breath could be seen; due to it being one of the coldest nights he had experienced since he moved to this run down corner of the docks. For the mean time it was home. With all of the heat from the P.R.O.T.E.C.T project he had been laying low for some time. The silence and seclusion was welcoming to him. The time he had spent hiding away had given him plenty of opportunity to make much of his serum. The next objective would be to use it. He would need help..As much as he was reluctant to believe it.

The last drop landed in the red colored liquid on the table in front of him. Many test beacons and tubes of many different shapes and sizes littered the surface. He slowly took off his protective eye wear and turned up the heat to the beacon which contained the serum. Now he would wait. Johnathan turned around and scanned his small little shack. It was not what would have preferred but it was best for now. He took a few short steps over to the hand made door consisting of cardboard and roofing sheets, and proceeded to hang up his white lab coat and eye wear.

On the opposing side of the room were two medium sized wooden crates. They were marked fragile, and fragile they were. They contained various samples of his fear toxin in gas form. Dr. Crane walked over to the boxes and laying beside them was his mask. He stared at it blankly for a moment trying to collect his thoughts. 'The Gotham City Police have yet to experience their worst fears.'[/color] But he intended to deliver. What an amazing opportunity to study their fears. If he could only get close to them. There was a problem with the small shack he lived in tucked away under the docks. It had many holes in the sides and was by no means sound proof. On the positive side he could listen for someone approaching ''The Batman', on the negative side He could be heard if too much noise was made.

Slowly he had been recently making his presence known to the East side of Gotham but still trying to keep a low profile. He had only spread whispers of opportunities to get a hold of his deadly gas. This would only be the start of a beautiful oblivion. By now he was sure at least a few of the major villains in Gotham had caught wind of where he was hiding. If it became too much of a risk of exposure to the police he would pack up immediately.

The liquid on the table was bubbling and it looked stable for the moment. He moved to the rotting table and turned off the fire. The serum was complete, all that was left to do was place it where he wanted. To avoid disaster, he grabbed the mask and put it on. The Scarecrow was himself now pouring the serum into 1 of 5 vials he intended to attach to his glove.

The night was young, and he wondered if he would have any unsuspecting participant to study tonight. Or guests perhaps?

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Poison Ivy has been paying very close attention to the whisperings of the Gotham underground lately. Partly because it's only smart after she made known her scheme against Gotham - it's a good idea to keep an ear out for how the more dangerous residents of the city will respond to it. It could easily threaten all of their lives, after all, and in turn that could lead to threats against her life - though that's more likely to be the case later rather than sooner. By the very nature of her threat, it'll start slowly but get worse over time. And as confident as she is in her ability to defeat any threat to her, it's better to not invite trouble that could be avoided.

But another reason to pay attention to the rumors is because she's interested in getting to know the other people who carry the title of 'rogue'. She's not sure if her scheme has earned her the title yet, but she suspects it will, and if it doesn't she's a shoe-in for getting it eventually. Especially when she gets a chance to demonstrate that she can do much worse than what she did. So when she hears a rumor that Scarecrow might be hiding by the docks, she eventually decides to investigate. It's not that far away from where she's hiding, after all - this would make them practically neighbors.

As he's been operating for much longer than she has, naturally she's heard about him. Not too much, it's true - she's been a bit sequestered by the life of a socialite until just recently, and after that she's had to play the role of a criminal, keeping her head down in order to keep well away from the FBI. Her first experience being caught by them was more than enough to convince her that she doesn't want to do that again. But she of course knows the basics about the man - his obsession with fear, the chemicals he uses to cause it. That's actually something they have somewhat in common - she uses a lot of chemicals herself.

She's quiet as she looks around the area the rumors indicated, though 'quiet' to her isn't nearly on the same level of quiet as, for example, Batman would be. For her that mainly means that she isn't talking, humming, or being blatantly obvious about her presence. Though in spite of the cold, she's in 'costume', such as it is. She actually doesn't wear it that frequently since more often than not she wants to blend in, but she doesn't necessarily need to right now.

Her eyes spot the shack when it's still many yards away. Would that be the place? Rumors, being what they are, never seem to be quite specific enough. Still that looks more likely than much of the surrounding area, so with much more confidence than any normal woman would have she heads towards it, trying to keep a wary eye on her surroundings just in case trouble comes from a direction that she's not expecting it from.

[Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow]

The Scarecrow carefully tended to each vile snapping the last one firmly into place. The glove gave off an ominous yellow glow. The Scarecrow felt such a sense of power just by looking at it. One of his more ingenious ideas. For now he left it on the table turning his attention to something else. He walked over to his mattress side and grabbed a lantern that kept the room dimly lit. Carefully he placed his fingers around the metal knob and turned it up slightly. This illuminated the room and shadows to crept along the walls. Anyone that was outside would have been able to see glimmers of light passing through the cracks. This was a risk he was willing to take.

Carrying the lantern he turned his attention to a small barrel that was underneath his chemical desk. He set the lantern down on the right side of the desk and bent down. Gently he moved the barrel towards himself so he could look inside. Before him were the most beautiful set of Blue Poppys he had received yet from Ra's a Ghul's lair. They laid there all in a bundle filled to the top. It was one of the more major ingredients in his toxin. He had been working on something new however, something that would strike fear into all of Gotham; whether it was the police, his fellow professional criminals, or even The Batman. 'The Batman...'

He lifted a flower from the barrel and brought it to the chemical table. Gently he placed it unto a small alchemical bowl and began to crush it. This was just the first stages of his new formula which started much like the others. Focused on his work he was quite unaware that someone was approaching his temporary home. The thought of fear entered his thoughts again as he pressed and turned the knob against the flower. It was slowly turning into a soft blue powder.

The Scarecrow wanted his next project to have it's final test on himself. For it's early stages however he would need test subjects. This meant he would have to start leaving the safety of his hideout and search for the next 'willing' patient. Willing in his sense of the word however. 'After all the people of Gotham live their daily lives over and over driven by the will to live...because of the fear to die.'

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Poison Ivy smiles to herself when she sees a light growing brighter in the shack. Well, unless the rumors were way off, that should be the place then. There wouldn't be much other reason for anyone to be near the dockyard, with the FBI putting such heavy restrictions on anyone or anything entering Gotham. She doubts that the area's seen a ship since the feds got here. Or at least, a proper commercial ship rather than one belonging to a smuggler or other such person.

She slows a little when she comes closer. While she may be arrogant and very, very deadly, she's also new on the criminal scene and very aware of that. She's still a bit wary of the idea that she may bite off more than she can chew, though on the other hand she knows that she's very likely to be underestimated. When it comes to Scarecrow she's actually not worried at all about his infamous fear toxin. No, what she's more worried about is the fact that she has no idea how he'll react to her, and if it's negative she's not much of a fighter. Then again, the comforting feeling of the vines wrapped around her body remind her of why she probably doesn't need to be very worried if it comes to that.

Not wanting to catch him by surprise, she now purposefully makes sure that her footsteps are loud enough to be heard. No sense in making it easy for him to assume that she's here to fight when all she really wants at the moment is to introduce herself and see what he's like. Scarecrow is, after all, one of the more reclusive rogues and she's a bit curious about what he's like.

[Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow]

The flower was almost crushed to the consistency that he needed. Only a few more hard turns. Suddenly his turning motion stopped with the sound of foot steps. It was the first time he had heard them in a while in this part of the docks. With the rumors spreading about him throughout the criminal world he was expecting company eventually, not so suddenly however. Quickly the doctor moved to his mattress and slide his hands underneath it pulling out a neatly folded brown blanket. He couldn't cover the desk without risk of spilling chemicals, instead he covered the crates which held his toxin. No point in advertising his stock to the wrong sort.

Moving back to the lantern pulled up his mask with his left hand and turned the knob with his right extinguishing the light. Before leaving the table he grabbed the needled glove off of it and locked it into place on his right hand. If need be he could easily escape under a board beneath his feet. He had set it up months ago to make it easy to hide from the police that were snooping around at the time. It lead straight into the water, he could just swim away. The Scarecrow collected his thoughts as he moved in the dark. It wasn't the police, he concluded. They have a very different way of approaching ones home. That doesn't mean it was a friend however...

The Scarecrow adjusted his mask back to its correct position and made sure the voice masker switch was on. He placed his back gently against the wall behind the thin door. The walls themselves were extremely thin, he only had to whisper to be heard without the mask. “Who is there and why have you come?” The Scarecrow said in his eerie masked voice. Boldly he reached for the door handle and pulled it open slightly, making it press against his body. He kept his right hand behind his back to hide the glowing liquid.

He was inviting them in, fully prepared to do what must be done if needed be. The dark must not have been too inviting but to the Scarecrow it was a beautiful oblivion. "Are you scared?" The Scarecrow asked as he couldn't resist the temptation.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Hearing the faint sounds of someone shifting around in the shack, Poison Ivy slows to a stop. Evidently, whoever is in there heard her, and just as he's wary about some stranger approaching his shack, she's also wary of getting too close before she knows just how welcome she is (or not). The light disappears and a few moments later she hears the distorted voice. It makes her smirk.

"I'm Poison Ivy," she replies, her voice calm - almost eerily so. Normal women just don't approach strange shacks by the east Gotham docks with that amount of calm. They just don't. "And I'm here because I heard a rumor that I might find a certain master of fear around here. Is that you? Because if so, I've come to introduce myself," she says smoothly, giving the shadowy opening of the doorway a smile as she walks just a little bit closer. But she stops again while she's still a few yards away, not about to come any closer than that while the sort of reception she'll get is still unknown.

But his last question prompts an actual laugh. Yeah, that sounds like a question the Scarecrow would ask. "If you must know, I'm feeling somewhat cautious. But scared? No. Not even mildly," she replies. If she wasn't who she is, then she'd probably be shaking in her custom made designer boots, but she most likely has far less to fear from the Scarecrow than any ordinary person. Hopefully it won't be necessary for her to prove the hows and whys of that, but she will if she must. She's well aware just how much effort it sometimes takes for her to be treated seriously, even now.

[Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow]

The name Poison Ivy didn't ring a bell with him. He pictured what she may look like from her voice alone. The Scarecrow made the quick assumption that she was not a normal citizen of Gotham. It wasn't every day that a citizen came looking for The Scarecrow. She must be new to Gotham, or at least new to it's criminal ring.

He let out a short masked laugh with her comments. Something was stopping her from stepping into the darkness. She had gained the Scarecrows attention for the time being. “I am fear incarnate...” He answered. Almost as if he had rehearsed the line before to himself over and over into the mirror, or so one would believe. “Caution is the mask for the fear...Come in Miss Poison Ivy...” The Scarecrow welcomed her moving away from the door. If she had coming looking for him to introduce herself, she may be a potential business partner. Or a patient...

To welcome his guest The Scarecrow slid out from behind the door and moved to his chemical table. He was well aware that she would be able to see him due to his glove. His left hand left for a box of matches he left by the lantern. He scrapped one long the rough edge of the table and lit the lantern, turning the knob slowly up to illuminate his presence and the rest of the room. He kept it on a low setting, attention was the last thing they both wanted he was sure.

“What can I do for you Miss Posion Ivy?” The Scarecrow asked turning to her for the first time. He would take a small chance with trusting her for the moment. For now he would at least hear what she wanted from him. He waited for her to step into his temporary home under the docks so he could get a better look at her.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Poison Ivy suppresses a roll of her eyes at his first comment. Someone's their own biggest fan. Not that her having that reaction isn't highly hypocritical. It's almost a requirement if you want to be a rogue in this city. But she won't comment on that or his statement on caution - though she looks amused by the latter. If she's acting in response to a fear, it's the fear of minor bodily injury and not much else. It's the same level of fear with which one greets a strange dog before you're able to determine whether it's friendly or not. In fact, that analogy isn't that far off from exactly how she feels about this situation.

When he steps away from the door, that's all the encouragement that she needs to come in. Especially when he lights the lantern and she can see him properly. He would now be able to see her properly as well - she's a very beautiful woman, save for the extreme paleness of her skin. That hardly detracts from her, though, and based on the way she carries herself she's quite aware of that. The pale skin contrasts sharply with the dark green of her costume. And today she has two thick vines with her, wrapped around her waist and extending up one arm and down one leg. Evidently that's where the 'ivy' part of her name comes from. With any luck, she won't have to bother with the 'poison', though she always has some of it with her, just in case.

She glances idly around the room, merely out of curiosity. It bears some resemblance to her own hiding place, though of course hers is a bit bigger and a bit nicer. Of course, that's mostly because she was raised a multi-millionaire, and even now that she's been reduced to hiding from the law with all her former assets seized by the government, she still has standards and will not rest until they're met. But she too has a makeshift lab, and the faint scent of chemicals is quite familiar to her even though she does something completely different with them.

When he asks his question, her eyes go back to him and she smiles, "At the moment? Not a lot, I suspect. Unlike many in Gotham, I am not presently lacking in resources." And she can say that with a certain amount of smugness - she knows in her recent dealings with the black market that many of Gotham's criminals are suffering from a lack of readily available ammunition, which she doesn't use, and a difficulty in getting certain reasources like chemicals, which she's been clever enough make herself out of what she can get. The feds may be able to make it difficult for anyone else to get the things they need to do what they do, but given the nature of what she does it isn't so easy to keep her from working.

"Then again," she continues, "I may be wrong. Both of us are scientists. There may be some overlap in our interests - that's why when I heard a rumor of where you might be I thought that it might be a good idea to make your aquaintance."

[Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow]

Watched the woman as she stepped into his home. He had honestly never met a woman of such beauty. The Scarecrow scanned the confident woman making note of the vines wrapped around her body. Dr. Crane never did have a lot of time for relationships in the past. He was always too enveloped in his work which eventually turned into his obsession. He actually began to believe that people only have relationships because of fear.

He could tell that Poison Ivy carried herself well. He could only begin to imagine what a woman of such confidence was capable of. 'Or what she was capable of enduring'. How much fear could she stand? What were her fears? Just the thought alone made The Scarecrow smile. Having the ice broken on the cold Gotham night he proceeded to take off his glove. For now he didn't believe he would be needing it, she posed no threat to him. Gently he laid the ominous glove on the table. The barrel of poppy's still stood out from underneath the table, he eye'd the blue powder he was working on from earlier and concluded he would finish his work after his guest left.

“You are correct, in a sense.” He mentioned as she spoke about being scientists. “I would always be opened to a partnership if you were ever interested in my selection of toxins.” The Scarecrow was never in it for the money, though money helped. It was the look of fear on Gotham's face that pleased him, and revenge on those that wronged him that drove him. He swore that every one of them would pay for what they had done to him, how they had humiliated him. “What I really want to know is what you fear..” He continued, as if he was willing to part with some of his toxin for a simple answer. After all, a lady of her beauty deserved a break.

It was clear that part of beauty that stood in front of him was no longer human, if she ever was. As much as the thought delighted him to test his Toxin, it may not work. He could only accurately conduct a test with human subjects since they were the primary target.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Poison Ivy smirks when he mentions his toxins. He's obviously quite proud of them, and she has to admit to a certain temptation to take a look at them. "I do happen to be a bit of an expert on toxins," she replies, "Though more often mine are meant to be deadly. Though I have more than a little experience with certain mind-altering types - pheromones, for example."

Actually, beyond simply keeping a wary distance from someone she doesn't trust, that's one of the reasons why she's being so standoffish - the cloud of pheromones she naturally emits extends for five feet now. Were she to get too close to him, he'd be abnormally inclined to fall for her, and the closer she got the more irresistible she'd seem. A wonderful weapon to use against an enemy, but as of yet she doesn't consider Scarecrow one so she'll keep her distance. Then again, his gas mask is probably enough to counteract them, so that will only really matter if he takes it off.

His last statement, though, causes a slightly raised eyebrow and she immediately says, "Dying alone." Which is extremely likely to be a lie since the answer came far too quickly, easily, and with no emotion behind it whatsoever. So either she gave the first lie that popped into her head, or she's exceptionally self-aware and emotionally robust - yeah, much more likely it's just an outright lie. Of course if he's at all the expert on fear he claims to be she knows that he's likely to realize that, so that's actually her way of saying that as far as she's concerned what she's afraid of is none of his business.

Though it isn't exactly easy to classify Poison Ivy as human or not in her current state. When she's purposefully blending in, nobody would think twice about assuming she's just as human as anyone else. But a closer inspection of just how pale her skin is and the fact that it has just a slightly greenish hue would suggest that she's in some way unusual. The fact that her entire biochemistry is completely different from anyone else's isn't something that's visible.

But even she isn't sure what to call herself - she was definitely born human, doesn't feel that much different now, and exactly where is the line between being human and not anyway? She wouldn't call herself a plant, by any means - while she's more plant than your average person, she's still on the side of being more human than plant. She'd have to go through some pretty significant changes still to tip that scale to the other way.

[Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow]

Th Scarecrow was indeed proud of his work. After getting fired as a professor at Gotham University for a small 'mistake', he dedicated his life to it. Especially after he was hired at Arkham Asylum and was able to use his patients as experiments. He had no regrets for what he had done or accomplished. His only regret was that The Batman was able to put him away before he could enact revenge upon those that ruined his career.

What an interesting specimen. He could only begin to wonder what kinda of toxins she spoke of. It could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship, or rivalry. Regardless the Scarecrow showed no signs of being afraid of the woman. More fascination than anything. Hearing that she used mind altering toxins made him smile under the mask. “Pheromones...and exactly what do your toxins do?..I find death to be more of waste of good research subjects, though sometimes necessary.” The masked villain said with a low whisper through the garbled voice changer.

He was aware that his identity was probably known to her. Though he felt no reason to remove the mask. Tonight he was The Scarecrow and that was all he would ever be to Poison Ivy. Thinking over her name his eyes went again to the odd vines that wrapped around her. He wondered if only he could get a sample perhaps he could test it with his new toxin. Or he could be able to make a new toxin entirely. The Scarecrow laughed softly as the words 'Dieing alone' left her lips. It was one of the more common answers he expected from most of his patients. It would only be under his influence that he would find out their true fears, what they really fear in the dark of the night.

Boldly he took a step towards her and reached out his hand in an attempt to touch one of the vines on her arm. The move was motivated mostly by his own ideas on a toxin he had been developing. “These are quite interesting...The vines on your body, and the cloud that emits is coming from something...I have a bit of an interest in plants myself.” The Scare motioned to the barrel of Blue Poppy's beneath the table. They were only flowers with hallucinogenic properties. Fortunately they lived long enough for him to make several batches of powder, serum, and just enough to test his newest creation.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Poison Ivy smirks a little at his attitude about death. People may have some worth to him as test subjects, but the vast majority of humanity means nothing to her. There's proof enough of that in what she did a few days ago. "I have many different kinds of toxins. Most of them cause death in all it's varieties: fast or slow, painless or agonizing. Everything from injected to contact. If I don't have the exact one I want, I know how to make it," she replies uncaringly, "The pheromones are more specifically mood-altering, and can cause many different effects: sleep, wakefulness, anxiety, calm, anger, happiness - you name it." She of course won't specifically mention the particular mixture she's added to her own body.

But unlike the Scarecrow, whose toxins all revolve around the same subject, Poison Ivy is much more of a generalist. Which isn't to say that she hasn't refined many of her favorite toxins into something even better, but she really is able to do a lot of things where her expertise. Not for nothing was she Dr. Woodrue's best student. If it has anything at all to do with a plant, if she's not an expert at it she's at least very good at it.

When he comes closer, she doesn't move, but she does watch him very carefully. She doesn't have more than a fragment of trust for the man yet, if that, but she doesn't fear him enough to refuse to let him approach if that's what he really wants. Though the moment he touches the vine on her arm, the end of it unravels and wraps around his hand with remarkable speed. And it squeezes - not strongly enough to cause any actual damage, but strong enough to cause just a little pain. "I'm also an expert on plant hybrids - and I don't think this one likes you very much," she says, sounding amused. Fortunately, the vine releases the hand almost as quickly as it wrapped it, as if satisfied that its proved its point.

Though after saying that she turns her attention to the barrel beneath his table. Something deep inside her grows cold... "A variety of Papaveraceae?" she asks, sounding unaffected, "Where did you happen upon that?"

[Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow]

The woman’s disposition towards the subject intrigued him. H wanted to understand more about her. She must have a reason for making the toxins she does. What does she fear so much that she makes the toxin lethal. He was certainly not innocent to taking a life, though most of it was done by his own hand. The Toxins he worked with were more likely to drive a man to complete insanity. Seeing one man fall to his near at the mercy of fear was more pleasing to him than taking the life of 10 ordinary people.

Using pheromones was an interesting approach. He began to think about the possibilities that could come out of directing someones emotions using his fear toxin. Perhaps even being able to alter their strength? The idea fascinated The Scarecrow though it would be a project for another time. He chose not to mention the idea to her for now.

The Scarecrow's facial expression changed from underneath the mask as the vines wrapped around his hand and gave him a sharp pain, even if it was only for a moment. He was not expecting it to have a life of it's own will. He wondered how this was possible. Plants were living creatures of course but with a human host? She could be a powerful adversary indeed, but what was her drive? “Fascinating..” he responded through the dark mask.

Very prideful in his work he smiled as she mentioned the family that the flower belonged to. “Yes very good...” He said quite pleased with her knowledge on the flower just from seeing it. “I have certain resources myself” The Scarecrow answered not intending to give Poison Ivy much information at all on where he obtained it. He had a very sweet deal that had been going for some time. Dealing with the league of assassins was not something that many dared to do. The Scarecrow however would never 'admit' to fearing anything, as far as he was concerned he feared nothing. “It is one of the ingredients to my toxin, made in a very particular way....Now that pleasantries are behind us, what is your motivation for being here and staying with The Scarecrow as long as you have dared.” The statement could have been taken in many ways, he was a fan of intimidation if possible. Though she had not wavered from her headstrong position since she entered his home.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Poison Ivy can't help but smirk at his reaction to her vine. It is, after all, one of the reasons why she could just walk in here without so much worry - though that's certainly not the only reason. Though she's not much of a physical fighter, if any of her plants are around then she doesn't really have to be. At least within certain limits - she's still getting used to having such precise control over them with her mind, and a careful attack on her would still probably succeed. That's why she's more inclined to avoid trouble in the first place.

She doesn't react to his praise in her easy identification of the type of flower. Largely because she sees certain aspects of the world very differently than most people. To her, the lives of most humans are as meaningless to her as the lives of the weeds growing in the pavement seem to the people who step on them as they walk past. It's plants that matter to her, and identifying which family a flower comes from is no more difficult for her than identifying which race a person is - there are some that are difficult to tell on sight, but most of the time it's easy. But as she places as much value on the life of a plant as most people would place on another person, that barrel full of blue poppies looks like... Well, long story short she'd very much like to kill whoever is responsible for it, whether it's Scarecrow or someone else.

But she doesn't forget where she is and who she's talking to, so she hides her irritation that Scarecrow isn't being forthcoming about it by smiling and commenting, "Well, perhaps that's something we can work into a deal - I'm sure to have something that would make it worth it to you. And I do love flowers." But she loves them growing and alive. Though once she's said that she allows him to change the subject, though she won't forget about the poppies - no, not at all. He is, perhaps, lucky that she's still so new the life of a criminal and somewhat wary of the possibility that she may prove to be weaker than she assumes. It's the only thing that keeps her from pressing the issue further.

She doesn't hide her smirk as he once again talks as if she should find this at all frightening. Though this time she notices that he's asking a question that he essentially asked before, though reworded. What is it that he wants to know that she hasn't told him? Well, if it's a better understanding of how her mind works, he can forget it - especially if he's not going to tell her what she really wants to know either. "You make it sound as if I'm in danger here - am I?" she asks curiously, though to judge by her tone she doesn't really think so, "Like I said, I'm mostly here to meet you." Truth be told, she came in somewhat intimidated by him, though mostly through reputation - she's just not one to show that well. And she still is, but attempts on his part to make her worry more than that are likely to be futile.

[Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow]

The barrel of Blue Poppy's was enough to last him a good amount of time. The serums he used could easily be replicated with the right equipment. In this unfortunate state of hiding however, it was not so simple. Especially with the rate that he was getting experimental subjects lately, which wasn't often at all. It was time for a change and he had already set the wheels in motion to bring fear to Gotham once more. The stages of his plan were still early however and one major thing he was lacking was protection. In a city like Gotham muscle meant everything. Above all he wanted the upper hand on The Batman.

The Scarecrow was never one for relationships whether they were friendly or intimate. The thought of having a friendly relationship with anyone made the seclusive side in him cringe. This Poison Ivy however may have something to offer him if she was as resourceful as she says. Having never heard of her before he doubted she had much of it though. It wouldn't be the first time he was wrong however. For now he chose it best not to underestimate the lady.

The Scarecrow moved to the brown blanket he had draped over the crates which held his infamous fear toxin. Normally he wouldn't be so inclined to advertise his personal toxin supply. In this case however he was willing to make a small exception. He ran his hand carefully over the blanket before pulling it off to show her. “Flowers they are not, but it is something I would be willing to trade. As you can see from my humble home the FBI has put quite a tight grip on the city. I'm ready cut the chains loose and let it reign fear and chaos. All I need is the brawn for the project.” The Scarecrow suggested, the meaning was clear, he was the brains of the operation. All that was needed was the muscle.

“Of course you are in danger, fear is all around you.” The scarecrow affirmed to Poison Ivy. “Fear is the driving force behind all of the choices you make, including entering my home” He replied while taking a moment for a pause. “It doesn't mean we can't come to some agreement however.” he continued while running his hand along the top of the crate that contained his greatest creation...So far. The lack of fear in her eyes somewhat bothered him. He was patient, it would only be a matter of time before her fears were revealed, whether it was tonight, or far from now.