Fear Drives Everything

Not interested in him unless Alexander was actively “gunning for him,” eh?  Oh, if only he could tell her how far from the truth that was.  Crane had started this whole mess over fifteen years ago, and now he seemed bound and determined to end it in the most humiliating way possible.  Perhaps that was giving the malignant old bag of bones too much credit, and perhaps Parker genuinely had no idea what he was getting himself into with the Scarecrow and his gang, but there had always been that terrible theory in the back of Alexander’s mind… which was probably his ego talking more than anything else, but weeks and weeks of paranoia, of never knowing who he could trust among his own students, did that to a man.

Crowne couldn’t hide the blatant look of shock on her face if she tried.  Jonathan Crane was a very, very private man.  If he didn’t want someone to know something, even Edward Nygma would have a hard time finding it out.  As far as she was aware, she was the only person he had even mentioned this so-called  protégé to, and even then he hadn’t given her any sort of description, and certainly not an alias.  She was aware, perhaps a bit uncomfortably, that Crane used her as a sort of confidant.  However Scarlet had found about about this so-called Wendigo, there was always the chance that Crane would chase the blame back to her, and that was not something she wanted to think about.  Betraying his trust would have dire consequences.

Good lord, Crane really was playing this one close to the chest, wasn’t he?  It was always common practice and even a form of wisdom to keep one’s criminal help in the dark until the plan was completely brewed, but now?  With so much already set into motion?  Either Crane was incredibly overconfident in himself and Parker or he was severely lacking in that kind of foresight.  Considering how much he’d managed to poison his brain over the years and what Nygma had told him about Scarecrow growing stronger, Alexander’s current bet was on the latter.

“And what have you been told?”

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Crowne nearly gasped as she was yanked back, but managed to stay quiet. Looking where the Dormouse indicated, she briefly spotted the patrolling guard before ducking back behind cover, and...

Not interested in him unless Alexander was actively “gunning for him,” eh?  Oh, if only he could tell her how far from the truth that was.  Crane had started this whole mess over fifteen years ago, and now he seemed bound and determined to end it in the most humiliating way possible.  Perhaps that was giving the malignant old bag of bones too much credit, and perhaps Parker genuinely had no idea what he was getting himself into with the Scarecrow and his gang, but there had always been that terrible theory in the back of Alexander’s mind… which was probably his ego talking more than anything else, but weeks and weeks of paranoia, of never knowing who he could trust among his own students, did that to a man.

Crowne couldn’t hide the blatant look of shock on her face if she tried.  Jonathan Crane was a very, very private man.  If he didn’t want someone to know something, even Edward Nygma would have a hard time finding it out.  As far as she was aware, she was the only person he had even mentioned this so-called  protégé to, and even then he hadn’t given her any sort of description, and certainly not an alias.  She was aware, perhaps a bit uncomfortably, that Crane used her as a sort of confidant.  However Scarlet had found about about this so-called Wendigo, there was always the chance that Crane would chase the blame back to her, and that was not something she wanted to think about.  Betraying his trust would have dire consequences.

Character A: I’M DROWNING HELP

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