Look, what could be scarier than being isolated for weeks on end? Stuck in a wooden tower, deep in a forest? Sure, there were worse things - but not many. For most people, that kind of solitude would crack them wide open. A slow crawl into paranoia.

Which is exactly why Jonathan found it so entertaining.

For the past few weeks, he’d made a habit of lurking around the park, being just enough of a disturbance to unravel nerves. Creeping near the watchtower at night - without falling off the damn stairs and killing himself, thankfully. Lighting small, harmless fires in the surrounding woods. Making eerie noises. Moving things in the nearby log cabin just a few inches off. Subtle stuff. Unsettling. Delicious.

Today was no different. It beat sulking in his lab or chasing after the Bat. This was pure fun.

He crouched in the trees near the tower, eyes trained on the door, waiting. You’d have to come down eventually - for the bathroom, to deal with campers, something. He just had to wait.

And then—snap.

A twig. Behind him.

His breath hitched. He blinked, suddenly aware of the sweat pricking at his temples. Slowly, carefully, he turned toward the darkness.

Nothing… right?

Right?