Surprise...!
Scarecrow. A villain that made Gotham quiver in fear. Literally. Not only was he cunning, crafty, and slippery... but his gas was also potent enough to compete with the likes of the Joker’s. He was enough of a handful for full fledged vigilante’s such as the bat, so any greenthumb newbie such as Blight, would probably be doomed from the start. Yet here he was, making his way through the abandoned factory in the middle of the night, sneaking past the iron frameworks of the place, alert to his surroundings as danger might lurk around every corner.
For anyone else, the feat of taking down this villain might prove difficult, yet the vigilante carried himself proudly and confidently, for you see, he had an ace under his sleeve, figuratively and literally. The infected arm he possessed proved to be this ace, as the constant supply of mysterious toxins it administered upon the poor boy, made other toxins almost completely useless, as he was resilient towards them.
Still, he wasn’t as foolish enough as to reveal his trick card so easily, or as to let over confidence cloud his judgement... but upon the eerie and dark location he found himself in, fear did put a dent on his bravado. He takes a big swallow of saliva, slowly turning against a corner, hoping to find nothing lurking in wait for him.
