Of Like Minds [scarecrow]

[fright]

The fact that she had returned to Gotham in time to be there for all the suffering was not missed. She had been working hard in the Narrows trying to help those people who were not able to help themselves some might call that being soft, she called is cementing alliances among the gangs, because if you helped them they knew who to come to. Still, in the aftermath, and the rebuilding of the city, she had drifted back towards seeing what was going on out in the city, and of course the ideal person to contact, would be one Jonathan Crane, as it was his formula that had altered her, changed her into the monster she was. Not that she looked like a monster, and not that she really minded.

Linda had been torn between going back to the right side of the tracks, or staying due left. Concern for walking strait down the middle led her to think she might get hit by the train. She had sent a message to Jon to meet her at this place, it was her home, but it was under everyone's radar, because the old loft building had not been inhabited for ages, it had not been to badly damaged. Like any young lady raised properly, her house was clean and tidy, but also warm and welcoming. The heat worked, and she'd put coffee on, as well as fixed a meal, in case the good doctor hadn't eaten, before getting there. She wasn't sure what convinced her he'd come, but they had not parted on bad terms, and after all, she was one of the few who understood his work, and knew how to further it.

Open on the table was her planner scribbled across it was note, on herself mostly. Since her transformation. She had a feeling he'd be furthering his work in the fear department, and she was drawn to help with that. She had broken down the chemical in her own version, the version she breathed. It was a nuro -toxin and dangerous. Like a high dosage of the fear gas. All there was left to do at this point was to pull up a chair and wait for the doctor, or Scarecrow, which ever one decided to grace her door. Though she knew they were one and the same.

[crane]

A van pulled up by the sidewalk, dropped a handful of henchmen to the wrecked place. All of them were looking, scanning the area surrounding them with their guns almost ablaze against the least possible threat that could happen any moment. All of the goons covered their heads with a mask, their hands with the gaunlets in order not to be noticed. After a brief search, one of the henchmen slowly hit the back of semi-cracked back door.

Jonathan Crane went off quickly, encircled by his goons. They made their way to the wrecked building. Latest bat attack made him quite paranoid, better put paranoider than ever. Jon even in the process of recruiting his goons, had greatly paid attention to the men's background. He had chosen five among many who applied for this kind of job. Jon was sure afraid of what might happen once again. Jon took a look at the damaged building, awed by how it still stood and his vision darted back to his men who looked, secured him carefully as if men were protecting a real secretary of state. Quite pleased by the guards' acts, Jon moved towards in the direction of the house.

Jon really rarely went out on the sidewalk out of his hideout since the last assault by the Batman. After the last night's call from a wman named Linda, Jon neutrally was ready to reject her offer. However, once she started about praising him and his experiments, Jon would not say no and could not resist the urge the sudden feeling of personally meeting her. He was surprised at after a supposedly long time away from cutting off the university someone would have had an interest in his projects. At last, they reached the door.

First henchman opened the door for Scarecrow to enter while quickly investigating the room that they were about to enter. Jon did not hesitate before entering, he saw crumpled pieces every which way in the room. His stitched mask was hung escorted by his wrinkled shirt and pants with a belt across his waist. The door was clashed as the one of henchmen stayed in. Jon saw the woman sitting at a table, approached the woman a bit to see the glimpse of her. "Miss Linda, is not it?" his voice tallied with that of disdain.