Winter Nightmare (@leaderofthebatfam)
Snow had long since glazed the city in a blanket of white, Gotham no longer looked as hideous and horrifying as it did prior. Instead, it appears to resemble a white wasteland. Despite the fact that children would see this as a delightful thing, in truth it is anything but good. Because under all this snow, in Arkham, under the city, or just in the buildings the demons of the city plotted out extravagantly, and on their own, the grand fall of Gotham City. Like the back of their own hands, they will attempt to memorize the plan and pursue it with the strongest of wills, with the best of thugs, and the most allies they could find. However, if one would succeed is always up to one character. One character always stands in their way. A masked man above the law... Batman.
One, by just walking past it, would expect the building that was currently in use was completely vacant and abandoned. The warehouse provided the warmth and proper conditions for the large manufacturing of the Fear Toxin and Gas. In the basement, his thugs worked feverishly to please their boss. All the while, the Scarecrow walked almost alone among the upper levels. At this moment, he rather not supervise the making of the fear, for if it were to fail... well the noise would be like a double bass in his head. The shouts and cries of the toxin and gas getting out, almost unbearable. Costumed and with weapons, the man whom was once Jonathan Crane wondered by himself to anywhere he wished within the upper floors of the warehouse.
The arsenal of weapons the brunette was equipped with would include long and sharpened fingernails (these are a last resort weapon), a scythe that was strapped tightly to his back and easily accessible, a multiple of fear gas bombs (they weren't actually bombs more like small battery like objects that, when thrown and detonated, bust open letting fear seep out), and an array of needles to inject anybody with either an antidote or the toxin. Not to mention swift and agile movements along with limited hand-to-hand combat skills. However, it appears that despite all of this, he is still no match for the caped crusader. But these weapons could provide a form of escape, it would be a lucky one, but still could provide a possibility. Finally, the sound of commotion from down stairs alerted the Scarecrow.
Within a matter of seconds, the villain was in the basement and watched as his men lay unconscious on the floor. It didn't take long for him to realize what was happening, they hadn't passed out from fear. The toxin and gas were sealed properly and nothing was flowing out... This provided the fact that there was an intruder. And what character would be so brave as to take out all of those thugs? It was obvious. He knew the answer, and immediately became alert. The only thing he feared was within the building, and unfortunately he had very few guards left. Turning around quickly as though to try and run up to the main floor again, that's when he noticed. There he was... That man of justice that Jonathan feared. The immunity he's built up to the fear toxin could no longer aid in all his fears.
Back pressing against the railing that provided a drop down many feet to the floor of the basement. Panic filled blue eyes watched this other carefully hoping that such an issue wouldn't break out where the frail stitching in his back wouldn't break open for it's third time. "Well it seems there is quite an issue here..."
