~(Just a short story on Jonathan's mental health.)~
Scarecrow: *pours two cups of coffee and carries them to a table, giving one to Bane, and sits across from him*
Bane: And how many cups will this make, Espantapájaros?
Scarecrow: At least it's not that cough syrup excuse for an energy drink.
Bane: *sighs* That is cyanide for a person like you.
Scarecrow: More like apple seeds. Those actually have cyanide and it'll take a lot to kill someone.
Bane: Japes aside, how are you feeling today? Did the medication do anything to help?
Scarecrow: As much as I protested taking medication, I will admit that it is helping. It made me fix up my office, make new clothes, a-...wait. Did you give me Adderall?
Scarecrow: Good. But this medication is helping me sleep peacefully. Christ, I hate myself. Just confessing that is vomit inducing. I shouldn't be needing medication to keep me calm. There are other ways for me to cope besides taking pills to be reduced to a sedated sack of flesh waiting in line to be slaughtered.
Bane: There you go overthinking everything. Not all medications are like that. They help when you're sick or in severe pain. You can deny and hide it as much as you want, but you're in pain. You even got a broken arm and didn't react to it one bit. You just went to your office like you're fine.
Scarecrow: I'm use to having bruises and broken bones, Bane. I've grown desensitized to it.
Bane: And this medication is to help you have some sort of feeling instead of being an emotionless ragdoll. You can believe that stupid conspiracy that people are purposefully medically sedated to fall in line and work themselves to death, but sometimes therapy can't help.
Scarecrow: I'm not insane, Osito. *drinks coffee* All my doctors said the same. I'm just evil.
Bane: Where in my statement did I ever mention that you're insane? Nowhere. You're mentally killing yourself. The same schedule you follow is draining you. When I saw you 4 months ago, you looked like a corpse. It took hours of convincing you to let me help you. When it comes to progress, you'll have to do things you hate. I had to team up with Penguin once just to-
Scarecrow: *serious but calm tone* Don't mention that damn name.
Bane: Then what am I supposed to call a flightless black and white bird?
Scarecrow:.....*facepalms* You've got to be kidding. *looks at Bane* Are you serious?
Scarecrow: I despise that man as much as you do. *takes a sip of coffee*
Bane: Hey, that candle store has autumn scents out. Maybe we can pick up a few later today.
Scarecrow: *zoned out to the point Bane's voice fades to an ear ringing noise*............*looks down at coffee cup*
*A gnarled lanky arm reaches out from the cup and grabs Scarecrow by the face, slowly dragging him into the cup. Scarecrow falls and splashes in*
Scarecrow: *eye is closed*.....I can breathe...but I dare not open my eye.
???: Oohhh Johhhhhnyyyyy.....Johhhnyyy boyyyyy.
Scarecrow: *holds head* Go away!
???: Come here, Jonathan. I have something to show you.
Scarecrow: PISS OFF! LEAVE ME ALONE AND GO BACK TO HELL! YOU'RE DEAD AND GONE!
???: I have a gift for you.
Scarecrow: *tries to run away* BANE! HELP ME!
*Mirrors surround Scarecrow, revealing the Scarebeast.*
???: Be the product of fear you claim to be.
Scarecrow: THAT ERA DIED! GO AWAY!
Scarecrow:.......*drops coffee cup* It itches.....*scratches forearm* It burns...The irritation burrowed deep in my flesh. I want it to stop. There's no point running from it.
Bane: *rushes to Scarecrow's side* What itches? What are you talking about?!
Scarecrow: *keeps scratching forearm, making the skin turn red* Maybe......*digs fingers in and tears the skin off*
Scarecrow:.........It still itches....*falls onto the floor*
Bane: Espantapájaros! *lifts him up and rushes him to the infirmary*
Riddler: His brain probably fried because he tried to outsmart me in my own game.
Bane: *smacks Riddler upside the head* Cállate, gilipollas egoísta.
Mad Hatter: Hush now, my friends, we must not disrupt. Dear Alice, she's finally waking up.
Mad Hatter: Yes! Hoorah! Alice has risen from her sleep! Her precious life isn't for the Jabberwock's to keep.
Riddler: Oh be silent, you naive nonsensical nitwit.
Bane: Espantapájaros, are you ok?
Scarecrow:.....I feel sick.
Riddler: Well it's no big surprise that you grow sick of the fact you can never best me, Jonathan.
Scarecrow: If you keep flapping your mouth, I'll rip your tongue out and sew your mouth shut, Nygma.
Mad Hatter: What did you see? Who did you see? Right through the looking glass, who could it be?
Scarecrow: Someone that should've stayed dead...
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