Chapter 65 Scarecrow
My name is Jonathan Crane, also known as Scarecrow.
To me, this is a crazy world, always like this:
Madness on the left, chaos on the right.
For the madmen in Arkham, they don't understand what unity and cooperation are.
Most of the time, even if they cooperate briefly, they will soon start to kill each other, and then one madman after another will destroy themselves, until in the end, all that is left is the lost potential of Gotham.
...Arkham people are too easy to be harmed by their own arrogance, so--
That's why I have to make sure this time will be different.
This time, Scarecrow will be the commander-in-chief.
And as far as I know, a good commander always has a backup plan.
I was planning this as early as when I was working with the Joker.
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"Oswald! My old friend. You really gave me a big surprise."
The Scarecrow gave the Penguin a warm hug, and then smiled at Mayor Carlo, who was tied up with a smelly sock stuffed in his mouth.
"Woo! Woo! Woo!"
"What a timely gift - for us who want to conquer the whole city!"
The Scarecrow took out the fear potion and sprayed a large cloud of mist directly on Mayor Carlo's face. The poor guy let out a wail like he was dying and fainted.
"It's no use fainting."
The Scarecrow said, fiddling with poor Mayor Carlo while silently observing the two guys next to the Penguin with his peripheral vision.
Dead Shooter, a mercenary. He knew him. The one next to him was the Cheshire Cat, whom he also knew. It was reasonable for them to appear next to the Penguin -
This time the Penguin really didn't seem to play any tricks.
"Of course, Klein, we are deep partners."
The Penguin smiled and walked into the middle of the villains of Arkham and picked up the champagne by himself: "After all, we are all members of Arkham."
He first poured a few glasses of wine for Poison Ivy and Harley, and greeted them very familiarly, and then toasted them one by one, the atmosphere was harmonious and harmonious.
"Victor..."
Mr. Freeze looked at him coldly.
"Don't be so cold."
"I don't believe you, Copper Pat." Mr. Freeze said, "Given your betrayal in the past, do you think I really think you will join our camp?"
"Don't be like that, Victor." Scarecrow said, "Penguin is our important partner, give me some face."
Mr. Freeze poured the drink given by Penguin directly on the ground, opened his hood, and blew out a breath of cold air, and the drink that had not yet landed on the ground instantly froze into ice chips.
A smile appeared at the corner of Penguin's mouth: "It's okay, it's okay."
He walked to the other side happily:
"Wow, isn't this the Clayface..."
"Is there something wrong with the other party?" Scarecrow turned around quietly and looked at Man-Bat.
"Did he attract Bane's men?"
The Man-Bat shook his head: "No, Copperpat is very honest. Except for his two bodyguards, he did not bring any helpers. Bane's army showed no signs of mobilization, nor did it use any weapons to attack.
Copperpat did not betray us. I think he also knows that if he does something, so many of us can kill him in an instant."
The Scarecrow nodded.
The banquet was still going on, singing and music were playing, and the lunatics of Arkham gathered together.
The Scarecrow raised his glass with satisfaction. This is the right way to cooperate with others. He found that his choice to cooperate with the Joker before was too stupid.
The Joker was too strong, and he could not control the other party's behavior at all. It had to be these people, these ordinary Arkham compatriots, who were more submissive, easier to control, and easier to persuade than the Joker.
But the Scarecrow never thought that they were also weaker, more flawed, and easier to defeat than the Joker...
"My compatriots, to the end of an era and a brand new future!"
Everyone raised their glasses together.
Then suddenly.
"Ah ... He wanted to let Penguin experience how horrible the fear toxin was, the ultimate fear -
The next second, he was grabbed by Killer Croc.
"?"
"Asshole, I want you to catch Penguin - damn it."
He immediately realized the situation.
"Sorry, I'm a traitor." Killer Croc scratched his head and said in a muffled voice.
"Me too." Poison Ivy said.
"Of course I am too, cute little cotton" Harley smiled.
The ventriloquist walked to the side and kicked Mr. Freeze who was lying on the ground.
Bang!
His foot kicked off Mr. Freeze's hood directly, making a crisp sound.
"You...you guys." Scarecrow's voice seemed a little dull under the linen hood mask: "It's hard to imagine, what did Bane use to convince you?"
"Do you still think it was Bane?"
"Not Bane? There is no point in lying, forget it."
Scarecrow shook his head: "Fortunately, I am also prepared."
He shouted: "Court of Owls! Where are the claws you promised?"
"The Court of Owls did not promise claws." Lincoln March walked out of the darkness, his face covered by a silver-white mask.
"Although I brought them."
Lincoln March glanced at the Arkhams lying on the ground with disdain.
"Jonathan Crane, you have failed the expectations of the Court of Owls."
"Stop talking nonsense." Scarecrow said.
He looked at Mr. Freeze who was wailing on the ground: "This doesn't look like something that Penguin can make. Instead, it looks a bit like... a bit like..."
He looked at Penguin:
"Oswald, who are you working for?"
In fact, Jonathan Crane had guessed the answer, but he didn't want to believe it, because it didn't fit the behavior of the man he was familiar with. He paid too much attention to Bane...
"Damn it, Crane, we trust you, so we came to your meeting, but you invited a traitor in with a sedan chair! You have to think of a way!"
He heard Dr. Pig-faced shouting: "My Hundreds seem to be attacked by someone outside. They didn't obey my call-"
Harley Quinn jumped high and attacked Scarecrow first.
The scarecrow used the same trick again, spraying a large cloud of mist on her face, but the woman who was laughing crazily was not affected at all, and hit the table next to the dodged scarecrow with a stick.
"This is why I hate clowns. You white-skinned lunatics are completely against pharmacology-"
"Be careful, Harley! We have to catch him alive-" Poison Ivy shouted. She carefully conjured a vine and rolled it towards the scarecrow, trying to be as gentle as possible.
"This is really an unexpected situation." The scarecrow rolled back nimbly: "It's a pity that what I originally prepared should not be able to deal with such a situation."
"What do you mean?"
The Penguin who was standing next to him leisurely frowned slightly: "What did you prepare?"
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