Guard: *Walking down the narrow halls of the asylum next to the doctor* So this guy used to be a psychologist?
Doctor: *Walking down the narrow halls of the asylum next to the guard while holding onto his yellow folder with the name 'Crane, Jonathan' typed on the tab.* Precisely Mr. Mach... He used to teach psychology at Gotham State University.
Guard: Doesn't suprise me that he went all haywire...
Doctor: He was and still is a brilliant man when it comes to his specialty. He was so consumed with his work that he would commit crimes that would benifit his study and research on fear, phobias, etc.
Guard: So why did he choose to make a scarecrow costume? I mean, I get that a scarecrow is supposed to be scary... But why not like a zombie or somethin? Or maybe count dracula?
Doctor: Well, he was ostracized by his fellow professors for his reclusiveness and shabby clothes. He also had unusually long limbs so he fit the perfect build. Or so we are assuming... He also liked frightening birds as a child so this is the only conclusion we can come up with.
Guard: So he's real skinny huh... That must mean he's a real weakling...
Doctor: Well, not exactly... He's developed a form of fighting called "violent dancing". From what I can tell it's a form of crane style of kung fu and drunken boxing put together. He would use this during times of unarmed combat. Other than that, over the years of his successfull research he's developed a hallucinagenic toxin, capable of exposing a person's phobia. I believe that his scarecrow mask helps amplify this fear.
Guard: So his costume helps his toxin.
Doctor: Yes Mr. Mach. Although over the years we have recently reported and added to the files that his costume can actually be used without the aid of his chemicals to frighten his victums to near death. He truely is the master at what he does.
Guard: Does he use any guns or anything?
Doctor: He used to use a tommy gun back in the day before this asylum was created. He was just some guy in a mask trying to commit armed robbery. Most likely to fund his research or maybe even get even with some people who he felt have wronged him in a certain way... In his up to date file however it is said that he actually uses a sickle or a scythe.
Guard: If this guy was such a genius, why didn he just get a job here?
Doctor: That's a very good question Mr. Mach. I'll be sure to find an answer for you...
Guard: So what did he do this time?
Doctor: Believe it or not, Commissioner Gordon actually saved the Batman after he was drugged by the Scarecrow's toxin during one of the Scarecrow's so called experiments.
Guard: *Finally reaches the desired cell* Alright! Open Cell #017584!
Doctor: *Walks in* Good evening Mr. Crane... How are you this evening?
Scarecrow: *Sits in the corner in a fetal position and doesn't even look at the doctor* I...I...I...
Doctor: Mr. Crane...? Jonathan...?
Scarecrow: P-P-Please doctor... He's after me again...
Doctor: Ah yes your scarecrow persona... Well this is something you have developed over time and will take some time to get rid of.
Scarecrow: I... I... The drugs you gave me aren't working...
Doctor: Now that's impossible Mr. Crane... Regular usage of the drugs we give you should work just perfectly...
Scarecrow: Doctor... I can feel him... I can feel him! *He springs up from the ground and runs up to the doctor and holds him by the collar* I can feel him!!!
Guard: *Noticing that the doctor was being attack, he rushes in to take care of the situation by grabbing onto the Scarecrow by his collar* Okay guy... I'll give you somethin to fear!
Scarecrow: *Lets go of the doctor and grabs onto the wrists of the guard as he smirks* My good friend... There is nothing to fear, but fear itself! *Fooling everyone, he collected the drugs that the doctor has been giving him and recreated a varriation of the toxin he uses to induce fear. He flings his arm out and sprays both the guard and the doctor with a varriation of the fear toxin. He covers his face as he runs out of his cell*
Doctor: *He looks at the guard as he transforms in to a gigantic beast* Oh no... Oh no! Oh no oh no oh no!
Guard: *He looks at the doctor as he transforms in to a hideous person* Dear god! Don't kill me! *He pulls out his taser* Die!
[As we pan out of the asylum we hear the screams of the two as well as extra guards who get infected by the toxin along the way.]
((I appologize for the lame story but it's real late and I have writers block. I'll come up with a sequal I promise!))
