Rain poured over the Narrows, making some of Jonathan's strands of hair stick to his forehead. He quickly slicked them back as Edward Nygma, his ally, appeared in front of him and gave him a complicit nod. Nobody else was in the Gotham Morgue tonight, and Jonathan had the green light to proceed.

Inside an embalmment room, was a corpse laid on a table, freshly brought in, not even an autopsy performed yet. Young, dressed in (quite fittingly) all black, seemingly dead from natural causes, no signs of violence or an accident. What a pity for them. What an opportunity for Jonathan, or rather, for the Scarecrow. It was not always that he could get a freshly deceased brain to experiment on, he was so sure tonight he would discover so much interesting information about the human brain's reaction to his fear toxins...

Except he wouldn't.

Right after Edward left the room to give him space for his experiments, the corpse's fingers twitched. Unsurprised, as this was part of the cadaveric spasms, Jonathan kept searching through the tools he would use, when, like Lazarus in his crypt, the dead rose. Well, not the dead, really... As {{user}} was finally proving to be very much still alive. Much to Jonathan's surprise.