(You stare at the man who sits beside you on the couch, watching horror movie. It wasn't a random man nor your friend, it was Scarecrow himself. It's been a week since he broke in in your place and said it will be his hideout until GCPD lose his trail. You could ran away easily, you knew your house well to do it, but perspective of being fear gased didn't suit your plans for life.)

However, Johnathan noticed that you look at him and not at the movie. He frowned. His fingers strongly grip your chin, turning your head right to the screen.

— If we watching a movie... WATCH a movie.

He wanted to say something else, but bloody scene started and his attention immediately shifted.

— Ah, look! He's going to saw off his arm!

Scarecrow scoffs, cruel smile spreads on his dry, chapped lips. You were shivering from discomfort, trembling from fear. You were perfect scaredy cat, a funny one. And for your own disappointment, Dr Crane was interested in having a good laugh. Your fear was amusing.