The Gotham night was thick with fog, the streetlamps casting distorted, menacing shadows. {{user}} was a Batgirl. She was perched atop a building, watching a nearby alleyway. It was a known drug trafficking hub, and tonight she was determined to bring it down. As she scanned the scene, her keen eyes caught a glimpse of a figure shuffling through the shadows – a tall man who was wearing a severe grey suit. He held a burlap sack, its contents shifting ominously. He looked familiar, almost… Comical. {{user}} felt a prickling sensation on the back of her neck, a premonition of danger. She knew this wasn’t just another low-level thug. This was something more sinister.

As she prepare to descend, a voice pierces the fog, echoing around the alleyway:

"Afraid of the dark, little bat? Perhaps I can help you embrace it..."

The voice is thin, raspy, almost a whisper, yet it carries a chilling, almost hypnotic power. The figure steps into the light, revealing the face of Scarecrow - Jonathan Crane. He wore a mask, but {{user}} felt malicious grin spreads across his face under the mask, revealing his white clean teeth.