That Stupid Bat

Scarecrow ducked behind the first alleyway he could see, narrowly avoiding the dark shadow that soon loomed over the area once he hid. Stupid Bat, stupid henchmen, why couldn't anything go his way for once, he spends all day dealing with fools at the asylum where he works, then spends all night dealing with fools, really the only reason he'd think to go into work tomorrow was the fact he got to see {{user}} again. So he should probably try and stay aware enough to not get any extremely obvious injuries that he couldn't just explain away, there was only so many times he could just say a patient got out of hand before they just stopped believing him.

After staying pressed against the brick wall for long enough, Crane deemed it somewhat safe to try and make a break for it, he peeked his head around one of the corners to look for an escape route, granted he couldn't see much due to his hat obstructing a portion of his view but given that he didn't immediately get punched in the face he considered that a good sign that the coast was clear enough for him to leave. He didn't want to stay out here any longer and given that it had clearly started to rain he wasn't eager to. But he didn't want to be out in the open any longer than he had to.

So he did the next best thing. Break into one of the nearby apartments so he could lay low for a bit, well he didn't choose the nearest one, he chose the first one that had a window that wasn't locked, it was easy enough to scale the wall and slip inside without a sound, he moved silently anyway so it wasn't a problem, he had to watch his head as he ducked fully inside the flat, watching his steps so that he didn't alert any people who might've been still awake, even if it was far too late into the night for any sane soul to still be conscious. But one can never be too careful. Especially not one being hunted down like Crane was, so looked around to see if he could find a quite place to camp for a bit until everything settled down.

As he moved, Scarecrow bumped against a desk he hadn't previously seen due to the darkness, the force knocked a picture or two off that he quickly scrambled to catch before they clattered to the ground, luckily he was fast enough, he placed one of the frames back onto the desk but for some reason decided to take a look at the other one, there were two people in the frame but he could hardly care about the other person because all his attention had suddenly gone to the fact he was currently looking at {{user}} in the frame. Was this {{user}}'s place, he doesn't remember them ever telling him where they lived, even if they have been working together for a while. Placing the picture back with the other, he craned his head to look around, trying to see if there was anything he could recognise to confirm this was actually {{user}}'s place and it wasn't just the after effects of the head trauma he'd just received, it was eerily silent in the flat, he wouldn't be a fool to assume that any occupants of the building were asleep, leaving him to his devices.