Megacrow hums loudly as he places them on the table, shifting with a crack of his joints as he hunts out for more items. On the table the young Jonathan Crane waits politely, holding onto a squealing Minicrow by the hand as the youngest version of themselves tries to run around and see everything at once. “Big brother, let’s make some spooky tea! I have a rubber snake to put in it and it will scare spooky Daddy too! Hroo!”

The giant returns with a jar, his strong yet spindly fingers unscrew the lid before placing the glass container on the table. The Riddler inside squeals in fear, trembling on the spot as the younger Cranes peer at him. Megacrow growls loudly, leaning down to rest beside them and let them have their choosing of the array of terrifying props he owns.

Jonathan is rather hesitant, a little unsure of himself as he picks through the weapons laid before him. Minicrow however, has no problems and before long he’s swinging off of Megacrow’s hair above the jar, howling hroos and hraas loudly as he drops rubber snakes and spiders into the jar. There isn’t much of an effect, the Riddler within merely squishes the bugs and has the sense to tell the difference between a rubber and real snake. Still, Minicrow seems perfectly happy with the results and continues swinging back and forth on his ‘Daddy’s’ hair, babbling on about how spooky he was.

Megacrow, as bloodthirsty and horrific as he is, doesn’t bat an eyelid at the child playing about his hairline, and even rocks his head a little to give him more of a swing. The beast turns his attention to Jonathan, cold eyes locking onto his form and bloodstained teeth clacking together as he grins at the ground glass mixed with boiling water he has decided upon. Hraii-ing in joy, he lifts the bowl filled with water and slowly pours it into the jar.

Minicrow squeals in delight, dropping from his swing to Megacrow’s open palm and clapping in delight at the show. The Riddler within is screaming in absolute pain, writhing in agony as his skin blisters and burns, each step of agony causing more pain as the ground glass digs into scalded skin. The jar fills quickly, swirling with burnt flesh, blood and ground glass that makes every second of the Riddler’s last few moments of life the most painful he’s ever experienced. It makes Jonathan chuckle a little.

When he’s properly drowned, Riddler’s body bobs lifelessly in the water, swollen in blisters and deep red to the point that it’s hard to see his facial features anymore. The ground glass glints a little in the light, almost like glitter.

Of course the main point of this exercise is not to watch a Riddler die, but rather to put the fear of God into the remaining few. Megacrow lifts his boys up on his palm, taking them over to the shelves of jars and grinning at them all. Minicrow starts the call off, hrooing and hraaing in his childish ways before Jonathan joins in, the long, loud cry of Megacrow swallows their cries but they continue anyway. A trio of Scarecrows showing their superiority to the world and watching as the Riddler’s all tremble in utter terror.