+ schwayfuturebatman
It was dark — the sun head dropped from the sky hours ago and the moon was nothing more than a sliver in the sky, providing no real light. The only thing that did light the streets were the dim yellow streetlights. Perhaps it was due the crime rate spike, but their were very few people out. The ones that did pass looked rather shady. Doctor Jonathan Crane was among them, the only difference was, he didn’t look as dark as the rest of the crowd.
The doctor’s appearance by no means affected his plans for the night though. Only a few weeks ago, he received an anonymous note that someone was interested in purchasing a capsule of his toxin. Although he should have been a touch uneasy to go to a location at night from an anonymous letter, but Crane didn’t seem to mind the idea. This was probably because he inhaled his own fear toxins.. That stole every shard of sanity he had left.
Crane took a right down through an alleyway into a part of town with less money. While going through the dark passage way, the man yanked his rag-like mask from his pocket and pulled it over head before he stepped out and scanned the buildings. Apparently someone was going to wave him into the correct apartment where their business would take place.
