After the catastrophic events that had taken place in Gotham, Scarecrow was neutralised and locked up. The effects of his own fear toxin had him screaming up a storm every night, but now it had seemed to ease off. You stand guard firmly beside the cell, gun in hand. Crane will be transferred to Arkham very soon, so you needed to keep an eye on him.

You could feel him watching you.

"Aren't you bored?" His voice drawls, approaching the cell bars slowly, like a shadow. "Have a break, dear."