Hating the Bat didn’t get you many friends. Mostly it got you people calling you insane, stupid, crazier than the clown, you get the picture. But ever since the Arkham Knight dropped on the scene, you found that it did get you one friend. And if you were friends with the Arkham Knight you had the luxury of everyone being too scared of the man to even dream of crossing you. He was skilled, taunting, and ruthless, not to mention an amazing detective. You messed with his turf? You might as well just leave Gotham altogether. The two of you had bonded over your shared hatred of the Bat. Both for personal reasons, you had a strange sort of kinmanship with him.

You two were chilling at home base. Getting ready for your next move, getting a bit of sleep. Batman would be busy for the next couple of nights, Scarecrow would make sure of it. With the Arkham Knight’s backing, of course. Clouds and thunder rolled overhead. A perfect night for whatever may come.