Batman?
A nuisance on one hand, and—depending on how you look at it—an excellent patient on the other.
As troublesome as it is to always have him butting in on my work, I have to admit that he’s been an astounding benefit towards refining my fear toxin.
Not to mention watching him cowering in that little cape of his is extremely satisfying.
Me? The Scarecrow?
Afraid of Batman?
Intimidated maybe, but I certainly don’t run in terror from that pestering vigilante.
I only run to avoid getting punched in the face… Or getting my spine crushed… Or—
Unfortunately.
Which is exactly what I need. A big, overgrown bat fluttering around and leaving a guano-heap of destruction in his wake.
I can’t so much as think abou—
…
What?
…
Oh, come on!
You’re NOT afraid of me?
That’s strange…

I recall one time you accidentally sprayed yourself with fear toxin and you just started shrieking when I approached you.
In fact, that’s one thing I’ve been meaning to ask you.
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You’re NOT afraid of me? That’s strange… I recall one time you accidentally sprayed yourself with fear toxin and you...