"Without fear... Life is meaningless." Scarecrow was huddled under a barely working sign as the rain continued to fall and the sky roared above. He was resting against a brick wall in the dim lighting; watching the world continue on as if he never existed. As if his toxin was no longer a threat, but they were fools to think otherwise. He'd just escaped from the GCPD and managed to gather his things. "Soon..."