"Sometimes I Wonder" (A Lego Batjokes Fanfiction)

Chapter 69: Can't Be Erased

Scarecrow laughed as he began to terrorize a tall building, letting some of his knock out gas fill up their lungs. It's not like they needed oxygen, anyway. He watched as men (dressed in many tuxedos) and woman (dressed in many expensive looking fancy dresses)  ran out of the building. His laughs echoed throughtout the empty building as he ran up to the very top, waiting for the caped crusader to arrive. Batman had to come especially if the city was in danger. And extra especially if the danger was Scarcrow. He knew that the Dark Knight would come after him no matter what. He was a threat, after all. A bigger threat than any villain ever. Other than the beloved Joker, of course.

Once he reached to the top, the doll-like man expected to see the Batplane. But, he saw a familair man in tights fly over to him at a slow pace. His arms were crossed as the figure approached Scarecrow, facing him directly now. Superman had an angry expression on his face as he stared at the doll-like man.

"Well, well, well," Scarecrow cooed with a sly grin. "If it isn't my old pal Superman. How have you been?"

"Good until you decided to show up," Superman replied, eyes glaring at the other. He couldn't believe that the Scarecrow was alive. There was no possible or realistic way he could have come back from the dead. Then again, the Lego universe isn't very realistic when you really think about it.

Scarecrow looked at the tight wearing superhero in the eyes, chuckling lowly at him. He knew that the superhero was probably wondering how he returned from the grave. The doll-like man killed himself with one of the most deadliest poisons after all. He walked up to Superman and gave a more of a creepy-vibe as he laughed darkly.
"You're wondering how I came back, aren't you? Truth is, I am too. But, I found out how someone, or something, revived me. It was the simple will and request to go on. There is still a purpose for me in this story. And, between you and me, I already know what that purpose is!"

"And, let me guess; you're going to ask for my help to hurt and kill Batman, destroy Gotham city, and take over something. Is that right?" Superman landed on the roof's flooring as he starred at the doll-like man with angry eyes. He couldn't believe that Scarecrow had a purpose in this story. And if it was true that he still had a purpose, what was it?

Scarecrow grinned and pat Superman's left shoulder, inhaling some oxygen into his lungs. "You're a smart little boy, aren't you? But, eh, no. I do not want your assistance. Actually, I request the opposite. I want you to find Batman and Joker, bring them here, and-"

"Stop," Superman said in an irritated tone, cutting off what the other was about to say. He then said, "if you think I'm dumb, I'm not. I know your game."

Just when he said that, the familiar silhouette of the Batplane could be seen from afar, making the Scarecrow giddy. Superman gasped in horror. He knew that the doll-like man wanted to hurt them. He didn't know how, but in some way, he knew that Scarecrow wanted to hurt them. And he wasn't having any of it.