Demise of the Master of Fear Chap43-endA week later, the villains met at Jervis and Alice's lair for the girl's birthday.
A table had been moved in the main room for the occasion; the blonde had asked to have a tea party for her sixteenth birthday, which the Hatter had agreed to joyfully.
Alice, Becky and Jonathan were sitting on one side of the table, while Jervis and Edward opposite of them. They originally didn't plan to invite the Riddler, but the man had demanded to come. He had already been very disappointed when he learned that the girls had organized a break out without him; he just couldn't accept not being invited to the birthday.
After eating some cake and drinking a lot of tea came the time to open the gifts.
Jervis handed one to her; it was wrapped in purple paper.
"Harley sent a goon with this. She apologized for not being able to join, she said the Joker had planned a robbery today."
The blonde took the gift with a smile. She ripped the paper carefully, and opened the box.
"A gun!" she exclaimed excitedly. Li
Demise of the Master of Fear Chap1DISCLAIMER : this is my very first fanfic. EVER. Meaning it can contain mistakes. I would very much appreciate feedback. Even if you comment only to tell me there's a grammar mistake somewhere, or to tell me a character is OOC, it would be very useful.Demise of the Master of Fear Chap11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The main characters will be Jonathan Crane (the Scarecrow) and Becky Albright. The first chapter contains also the Joker and the Riddler. I might include the Mad Hatter at some point, if the story allows it. (I have no idea where this is going yet)
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The exemption to this rule was nursery tales. Crane suspected that this was because so many stories featured misbehaving individuals gaining their comeuppance, often in a rather unpleasant manner. From the ages of two to ten, Granny Keeny would perform a nightly ritual of reading to Crane a story from a large, leather-bound book titled Nursery Tales.
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Good. Then stay, and hear the story of "The Scarecrow."
Once upon a time, there was a Scarecrow, born of screams.
A sickly thing, really. Unloved, unwanted, undesirable. Unworthy of life, to most.
But he was given it anyway, maintained by an evil Sorceress. Every day since the Scarecrow was born, the Sorceress reminded him that he was worthless, an abomination before God, and unworthy of life.
And when he was big enough, the Sorceress put him to work in the fields. The sun scorched him and flies bit at him without mercy. But he learned not to complain, not ever.
Complaining was bad.
And when he was bad, the Sorceress punished him dearly. She would order him to dress in his special suit as a symbol of her generosity. And then she would summon down a flock of crows to peck and claw at the poor Scarecrow, cawing and shrieking at him as though enraged by his misbehavior.
For years, the Scarecrow lived under the Sorceress. Every day he
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"Yes," hissed the Scarecrow. Nigma began to struggle feebly, trying to pull away and tumbling down off the sofa in his efforts, but Jonathan's grip held.
"Please don't," the ginger begged, eyes wide and desperate as he stared up at the Scarecrow, "Please don't, I can't--"
The pathetic plea disappeared in a yelp of pain as the needle plunged into his neck.
There were a few seconds of panting silence as the drug worked into his system. Then Nigma's pupils contracted to pinpricks as his eyes glazed over, his pale face twisted suddenly in an expression of terror and anguish.
Scarecrow retreated to the dented folding chair a yard or so back to watch the show.
"N-no," came the tremulous whisper, "No, it's not possible..." Great tears began to form in Nigma's distant eyes. "No, no, please, no, oh god..."
Scarecrow watched, intri
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He was only three steps down the hall when Crane nearly knocked him over.
“The hell, Crane?” The strawman didn’t reply, continued fumbling with the door, appearing almost frantic. It was worrying in a way that Edward couldn’t describe. It angered him more than a little, Crane’s irritating ability to put him at a loss for words.
“Crane? Crane, stop, dammit!”
He grabbed the taller man’s arm and yanked him around. The look in Crane’s pale eyes hit him with such force that he actually took a step back. His anger withered instantly under such a gaze.
It was fear. Not nerves or anxiety, but pure, bare
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