"Thank you." It was genuine, and almost immediately the greasy hard mobster murmured something in another language, and Cillian hopped out of the van with ease, mask still on.
"Ah, the Scarecrow."
"I believe you had a problem with something?" He asked. "I don't like my time to be wasted."
"Your drug."
In a matter of seconds, someone was pulled out of a van--a quivering, terrifying mess of fear and the moment he looked at Crane's mask he began to scream.
"I gave you exactly what you wanted."
"NO! I need repeat customers."
"Then find someone else that will deal under Batman."
"I heard he can fly."
"I heard he can disappear."
"The Bat is just a human," Crane stated, moving away from Tillman, noose swinging around his neck. The frightened boy began screaming. "And he fears just as much as any other person. Do you know what the man next to me fears the most?" He gestured to Tillman, smirk behind the burlap mask.
"Disappointing me. So I'd lower those guns."
The Chechen leader began yelling--something about the toxin, something about the gas, and Crane started to chuckle.
"See your problem is that you're letting the Batman strike the fear of God into you. It shouldn't be some masked vigilante.. It should be me."
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Date: 2012-02-01 05:07 am (UTC)"Ah, the Scarecrow."
"I believe you had a problem with something?" He asked. "I don't like my time to be wasted."
"Your drug."
In a matter of seconds, someone was pulled out of a van--a quivering, terrifying mess of fear and the moment he looked at Crane's mask he began to scream.
"I gave you exactly what you wanted."
"NO! I need repeat customers."
"Then find someone else that will deal under Batman."
"I heard he can fly."
"I heard he can disappear."
"The Bat is just a human," Crane stated, moving away from Tillman, noose swinging around his neck. The frightened boy began screaming. "And he fears just as much as any other person. Do you know what the man next to me fears the most?" He gestured to Tillman, smirk behind the burlap mask.
"Disappointing me. So I'd lower those guns."
The Chechen leader began yelling--something about the toxin, something about the gas, and Crane started to chuckle.
"See your problem is that you're letting the Batman strike the fear of God into you. It shouldn't be some masked vigilante.. It should be me."