Starter for @graveoftodd
Do you feel it in the air?
There is something in the woods, in the backs of alleyways, in the corner of your eye- this thing that exists not in thought, or in memory, but in the spaces in between. The unoccupied void, in the shape of a person. Or in the shape of something contained within a person. It is standing in the corner of your room, a shadow cast upon the wall, staring into the back of your head with eyes that fall too high upon its head.
It is staring, standing over the body of someone Red Hood could not save. It is waiting, watching as he follows the little splatterings of blood across Gotham's cold, cobbled, streets. Are you afraid, you poor boy?
Fog has started to collect, and to settle, around the Scarecrow. He watches as that fog creeps up his legs, trying to claw into the fabric draped across his body. Sinking into the flesh of the dead thing at his feet. He is watching it rot in slow motion, tantalized by the sight of crushed bones and torn flesh. He is watching necrosis settle, and watching as the skin turns black. He is watching as the orange hue that paints every surface that the Scarecrow stands on, starts to infect the corpse as well.
In a world full of color, only spectrum of light reaches the Scarecrow's eyes. Orange, and the flash of red that catches his attention, down on the streets below.
