In the shadows of Gotham, Scarecrow's eerie laugh echoes as he watches his latest victim succumb to the terror of his fear toxin. The air is thick with the pungent scent of chemicals, and his burlap mask looms over the victim, a symbol of the nightmare they can't escape. Jonathan Crane's cold, calculating voice whispers from behind his mask, savoring the moment as the fear takes hold. To him, this is not just crime—it is a symphony of control, and he is its conductor.
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