White Knight-Batman SI (Bruce x Rachel)(OC x Selina Kyle)

Part 18

Chapter 18

JONATHAN CRANE-Scarecrow

Doctor Jonathan Crane was panicking as he felt his body being dragged across by some men.

He had been on his way to the office, annoyed at the news of Carmine Falcone's arrest, knowing that he would not be pleased by this proceeding. And then, just as he was about to enter his car, he was approached by two men, men who served him.

"Where are you taking me!" he shouted, his face covered by a mask, something that was quite ironic.

"I had nothing to do with Falcone's abduction! I asked where are you taking me!" he shouted and shoved, yet the men remained unmoved as they dragged him to a chair and then plopped him down.

"Let me talk to him!" he shouted when suddenly the mask was torn off of him. The bright lights of the building blinded him for a second as his vision adjusted, his heart still hammering in his chest.

"I apologize for the inconvenience, but I am afraid there was no other choice," came his voice. The man who had begun it all, his eyes focused on him, his hair slicked back as he sat there surrounded by nearly a dozen men clad in black body suits and masks that covered half their faces.

"Why did you have your men drag me like this? You could have contacted me through our regular channels," he nearly shouted, annoyed by this whole ordeal, as the man shook his head.

"I am afraid that was not really a choice," the man began as he walked up to him and threw towards him newspaper.

He frowned as he picked up the paper, yet realized the meaning behind those words as soon as he saw the headline.

ARKHAM'S LEAD PSYCHOLOGIST MISSING! FOUND IMPLICIT IN FRAUD AND ILLEGAL EXPERIMENTS!

And right below that headline was the picture of none other than that accursed assistant DA, Rachel Dawes, making him grit his teeth.

"That B...." he cursed angrily as he crumpled up the newspaper.

"I am afraid our little assistant DA was successful in her attempts to oust you from your office. The Police are on the lookout for you, and you are now a fugitive of the law," the man began, and he finally looked around to try and make a sense of where he was.

"Then why have you brought me here? And where even are we?" he questioned as he looked around. The man. Ducard beckoned him and replied.

"Join me," he said as he led him out of the room, and he followed cautiously, knowing that he had just lost his utility to the man and his group and could be in a pickle.

"As you know me, and my organization have a vision of cleansing this world of evil, of trying to eradicate the rot that plagues mankind to give it a new beginning, a better beginning," the man began as he led him out of the room and his eyes widened as he saw the scene in front.

For they were in a hanger, an airplane hanger filled with at least two dozen small planes.

"And now we have set our eyes on Gotham," the man's voice cut in, making him turn to face him.

"What do you intend to do?" he questioned, and the man turned to face him, his eyes resolute and determined as he replied.

"A cleansing!" his words echoed through the hanger.

"And your marvelous little mind toxin shall be the instrument of Gotham's rebirth," the man answered, and he realized just why he had been brought here.

"But how?" he questioned, from his words it was visible that the man wished to spread it throughout the city, and he knew of no way in which that would be possible.