#ice--controled

Serena had just walked into the area, her little base hidden deep in Gotham. But there was a tresspasser. She had her guns upon her body in case they were a danger, but they were hidden well. She had harvest the plants she was using to modify and create a healthier version of Scarecrow’s fear gas, she wanted to aid secretly in accomplishing Jonathan Crane’s objective. The one she knows he can’t do. He wanted to share his fears, but he ends up killing everybody he works with… Or at least, from what she has heard from sneaking in there at night.

"Why are you here?" The thirteen year old female asked throwing her jacket on the floor of her second home, clutching the pot with a gorgeous fear flower in her arms. "How did you find this place?" She pressed on. "And what are you doing rummaging threw my research!?" As soon as she saw all the papers scattered on the floor, she had to force back tears in her eyes. They were everything to her.