"You didn't really think I'd let you leave, did you?" Crane purred softly under his breath, admiring the way you shivered when his needles traced your cheek. The orange glow of his toxin illuminated in your frightened eyes, a fear he had been waiting years to coax out of you.

You'd left the moment you realised the man you worked with was Scarecrow. That Jonathan wasn't who he said he was anymore, but he had found you. "You're much too precious to let fall in the wrong hands, darling."