“Edward,” Shar groaned as she lay slumped over a table. “Can’t you let me go?”
A frustrated growl escaped from the throat of the man clothed in a green suit, “If I let you go then you’ll destroy the plan!”
Shar hit her fists on table and stood up, “The plan is to destroy Gotham City, Edward! People are going to die! I’ll die, you’ll die! And for what? Just to cause chaos? It’s not worth it! I may care about you, Edward, but don’t think in any way that will stop me from stopping you. I’ll do whatever it takes to stop you, Edward.” She glared at him, “Even if it means killing you.”
Edward glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. She was being serious. The man sighed before getting back to work. He doubted that she could do that. She was a doctor. Doctors for the most part have a hard time killing people. Then again, there are some exceptions like Thomas Elliot. Speaking of which, where was he?
Riddler looked around the area and typed onto his computer. Video footage of what was going on in the area popped up onto the screen. He analyzed it for a moment before nodding to himself. Hush wasn’t here. The only one that was here was Jonathan Crane; who was busy messing with some chemicals, assumingly fear toxin.
Shar watched over Nygma’s shoulder. The gears in her head were rotating. A plan to escape was formulating. She hid a smirk to herself as she knew what to do. Her eyes traced the security and landed on her equipment that were in the same room Crane was in. He most likely was experimenting with them. Now, all she had to do was wait.
---Time Skip---
Shar waited until Nygma was asleep. Even geniuses needed their beauty sleep. She walked over to the computer that Edward was in and typed as quickly as possible to get the surveillance to pop up. She skimmed over them. Jonathan was currently walking out of the room where he was working on his fear toxin. She watched for a moment as he walked into a restroom. Knowing this may be her only chance she sprinted to the room he was in. It took her awhile to piece together the rooms by the security footage, but it would be worth it.
Looking in the room, she quickly grabbed her equipment and placed her goggles on. She turned them on; good, they were working. She then looked at the various chemicals in different test tubes and an air mask. The girl put the air mask on before grabbing the chemicals and ran out of the room.
Jonathan was drying his hands and would walk out any moment. Taking a deep breath, Shar smashed one of the chemical tubes down and it evaporated into a yellow gas. Hearing a smash, Jonathan ran out of the restroom and instantly began coughing. Shar watched him as he staggered back; his hand was over his mouth.
“What’s wrong?” Shar questioned in a sadistic voice and she took a step forward. “Is the Scarecrow scared?”
His eyes dilated as crows flew around the room. He fell to the ground and covered his head from the retched black birds. The master of fear muttered to himself about his grandmother and a church.
Shar watched a little longer as a smirk grew onto her face. Realizing what was going on she shook her head. She cannot be losing her sanity now! Looking around she began to run out of the lair. Her eyes locked onto a skeleton with what appeared to be a gun in their hand. She narrowed her eyes, it must be Edward. Her left hand gripped a vile of fear toxin as she chucked it at him. The gun fell to the ground and a shot went off.
Shar screamed as a piercing pain hit her in the stomach. She collapsed onto the ground as her hand covered the wound. Blood began to taint her hands. She shakily looked down to see how bad it was. Bad…Terrible. She needed to get out of there and get help now. Looking up she saw the man that had the gun cowering on the ground. She quickly stumbled past him and made her way to the exit. Shar fell against it and the door opened, leading her to the ground.
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Crimson X
Hayran KurguShar Channing, the new psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum, is in charge of the patient Edward Nigma, AKA The Riddler. Professor Strange confronts Doctor Channing about her unconventional ways of treating her patients. Flustered, she tries to leave the as...