“Your unending thirst will be your ultimate downfall.”
gaunt fingers curled as the good doctor regarded the dark knight, SAVIOR OF GOTHAM, fingertips grazing the polished metal of a surgical scalpel expertly concealed within the sleeve of his coat. “ —how righteous of you. ” he had imagined that this moment was bound to happen once more, that even if the chess board was no longer GOTHAM, there was still a game to be played between the scarecrow and batman. he only thought that was first move was his to reserve.
THIRST. yes, jonathan could agree that his ambitions, the craving for knowledge, where a parched feeling he sought to soothe. yet he was no different then most in those regards. his experiments were a necessary evil. everyone wanted change, wanted knowledge, but no one wanted to do it themselves.. jonathan was one of the few that were willing to put forward the action to make it happen.
“ tell me, batman, do you believe us to be different? ” glacial orbs pierced through the night to observe the other, “ do you find yourself higher then the rest of us, that you think it your responsibility to reach down and pull us from the abyss you think us to be in? ” how laughable. “ you’re no savior. you’re not justice. “ jonathan added, “ in fact, we’re the same. equal in standing. using FEAR to obtain the means we desire. ”
