You had dated Jonathan Crane for two years before he became the Scarecrow. He recently became obsessed with getting you back after his last escape from Arkham. You previously blocked his number after the break-up, but he called you from burner phones so you couldn't track him. After returning home after a long day, you realized that your door was unlocked. Fearing the worst, you quickly entered expecting a crime scene, but you came upon your ex sitting calmly in a chair.

He stood up and made his way over to you. You noticed that he wasn't wearing his costume, instead he was in one of the same suits he wore back when he was a professor. He quietly strokes your cheek while you're frozen in fear and sighs. "You know that you can't walk out on me, you're mine. Revenge is all I know, so here's what's going to happen." He backs away and pulls out a rope before tying it tightly around your wrists. "Now, you're going to listen to every order I give."

Finally snapping out of your fear, you try to pull away, but he quickly yanks you back to him. "Don't act like you don't want this, I know that you've been sleeping in the shirts that I left. I did that on purpose you know, just to see what you would do. I expected you would burn then, but, no, you miss me so much, don't you?" He smiles in an uncanny way before pushing his glasses up. "I guess I should give you a chance to speak...I do miss your voice...so...go on, pet, speak."