Professor Fear (the sequel) - Jonathan Crane

Chapter 41

"As I predicted," Joker giggled, "just like Harley,"
"No," Scarecrow defended, "She's Daria, not Harley, they may have similarities but not as many as you claim."
Joker had loaded Scarecrow's toxin into large guns which he had sent his men off to shoot around.
It was Scarecrow's turn for publicity. Joker had set up a camera and Edward was finger taps away from hacking into Gotham's news system.

Scarecrow wore his burlap mask and noose as per usual. He opted out of using his suit in case more intelligent people noticed his garments for Jonathan. Following the color trend of a Scarecrow and utilising what he could for storing toxins of all variety on his person.

"Ready Crow?" Joker asked, turning on the light behind the camera.

"Yes, Nigma?"
"You are live in 5, 4, 3," he counted 2 and 1 on his fingers in view of the others.

"Good Evening Gotham, by now you will be noticing the panic which is spreading throughout your beloved streets. You cannot escape this. It may be in what you eat, what you drink, what you breathe. Tonight, Gotham will be the city of terror."

Ivy had taken to Arkham shortly after Daria had started off the evening. Jonathan had requested that she start her nature take over there. Harley, per Joker's request, had gone into the building to break out as many people as she could from The high security wings.
Ivy was indifferent about the action but did not wish to take part. She crouched on the ground, feeling for roots which begged for attention, strength and manipulation. She felt them increase in size, growing and growing. She felt it shoot up behind her within the Arkham building, perfectly standing through the centre of the spiral stairs of the Asylum.

"Come now," She whispered to the roots, "let's go take revenge."

Lost in a mob of panicking individuals, Daria felt a need to regroup with Jonathan/Scarecrow for the next steps. She realised she didn't know where he would be. Had he even begun to take part with Joker? Would he have his cellphone on him?

She realised she didn't have her phone on her.

They'd find each other again, no doubt. For now, she just had to continue causing as much disorder as possible. She sat down in the current restaurant that many were either fighting or vacating. There was warm bread in a basket on the table. She decided to take a momentary break and eat before getting back to work.

Scarecrow was beyond thrilled with the success of his plan so far. Joker was delightfully occupied. Arkham's patients were seen running amuck through the streets of Gotham, committing petty lesser crimes or suffering intensely from the commotion.
Jonathan had wished he had overseen who was released. Thankfully, although probably with different intention, Joker had only realised Criminals rather than patients who were in the asylum for their own health and wellbeing.
Scarecrow didn't to be too involved with the commotion on the streets. He wanted to watch practically as it unfolded. He wanted to be the one in control of it all. He wondered what Daria was doing.

Edward was not amongst the rest as the night unfolded. He was elaborately organising and planning a matter of life-size puzzles around Gotham. He aimed to entrap Batman and his fun-spoiling associates, distracting them from interfering with Scarecrow's work.
"Finally, this is real fun." He stepped back, admiring his handiwork.

Daria wanted to go home and go to bed. The day had exhausted her, and she'd been up for longer than 24hours which was unusual for her. The fatigue could get her hurt.
She tried to find a place she could slip away and de-glamorize herself to look like another terrified civilian. A vacated hair salon proved useful. She used the hair washing sink to wipe off her makeup. As if fate willed her safe journey, there were coats on a hanger by the front door which were up for grabs. She picked a dark blue long coat and then ran out the door. Her feet were starting to feel sore from all the running in wedged boots.

She had insisted that Jonathan hide the key in the soil of the small plant she had bought for the house a week before. Misplaced dirt confirmed it was there before she dug her fingernails in.

The first thing she did when she got inside was discard the blue coat and take off her shoes, almost moaning in the process to have her feet out of the cages. The sofa beckoned her. She lay down and hugged herself into the dreamworld.