Out of the numerous times you had the opportunity of saying ‘I told you so’ to your beloved, this was the acme. At least until he challenged that boundary again. Jonathan Crane had been ensnared by Penguin’s offer of exchanging his resources to combat Crane’s penurious position for Crane’s work to synthesise a Fright Dust formula. However, Penguin’s true scheme was all in favour of his own ambition to eliminate interference of his lieutenants so he could rebuild his criminal organisation. Dr. Friitawa’s involvement was equally deceitful. She was hired by Penguin to mutate Crane into The Scarebeast, a creature afflicted with a one-track-mind to spread fear and kill. And with her work completed, accompanied with newfound powers, she was free to roam Gotham just like Penguin was.

The Dark Knight had retrieved you, seeking your assistance at calming The Scarebeast. Crane hadn’t listened to your concerns on the alliance with Penguin before the worst happened. And when the worst happened, and he was the monstrous creature that viciously terrorised Gotham and murdered Penguins’ men, he was eventually soothed and reverted to his normal self.

You seemingly eluded the Dark Knight and took Crane to one of the dilapidated bases of operations to aid his recovery. Suffice to say that, once his fuzzy recollection began to return, he was resentful. He was the type of man who held grudges. No doubt he would seek revenge on his inflictors. Terrorising people was his science. He preferred terrorising people on his own terms, not as some beast stripped of will and intellect. He wasn’t fond that he was duped, nor that you were right. He despised the vulnerability of his circumstance. Scarecrow granted him an alter-ego that preyed on fear. Jonathan Crane claimed he was fear’s master; but of course, one cannot understand the intricacies of something fully without knowing it intimately. And he had known fear intimately his whole life. So, he would do unto others as they had done unto him.