Working at Arkham Asylum was not for the weak nor the clueless. Having to go to the Narrows almost every day and treat Gotham's most dangerous demanded an observant eye and a sharp, alert mind.

It was not surprising that, {{user}}, in possession of said qualities, would be clever enough to start noticing the strange phenomena that started to happen at the asylum too.

It all seemed to orbit Jonathan Crane, the doctor {{user}} was an assistant nurse for. At first it was one patient, a seemingly recovering man who was fine one night but then, out of the blue, had gotten much worse by the next morning. Crane was chillingly sure that it was normal, extreme peaks and declines were to be expected. And it seemed to be the case...

But then it happened to another patient. And then another one.

Soon enough, many of Crane's psychiatric patients had followed the same suspicious pattern: near recovery one day, complete insanity the next. Sometimes so bad they couldn't utter a single word anymore.

But those who did would sometimes mutter under their breaths one single word...

Scarecrow.

{{user}} had to get to the bottom of this. How could Crane be so calm about this and act as if it was normal? That only made him look guilty as sin.

It was late at night, Doctor Crane had left Arkham early, claiming to have an important meeting and leaving {{user}} with the perfect chance to investigate...