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Assignment Great Britian
#17
From the gallery above the great hall, The Scarecrow watched the group that had just entered the stately old castle with a mild look of annoyance. That was, until the pink haired one with the wings went on her tirade. This caused Dr. Jonathan Crane to arch an eyebrow and smile behind the cowl of the 'Crow. She had some spunk to her. Reminded him a bit of a certain Harleen Quinzelle back in Arkham. But at her mention of his arch nemesis, The Batman, his smile faded. She knew the location of the Batcave...she could be of value later.
Letting out a demonically loud laugh that echoed off the walls of the great hall, he retreated deeper into the shadows and watched. His main device of mayhem was his fear toxin. But he had noted that staying holed up in this castle as long as he had...the toxin wasn't the only thing for intruders to fear. He would watch them in their hunt for him, gather all the information on their fears, and use them to his advantage.

They all heard the laugh. It was enough to make any of their hair stand on end.
The sun had already set outside and the candles in the castle burned bright. The caretakers had left with the setting sun, not daring to stay in the drafty old castle any longer than humanly necessary.
Within a matter of hours, the Guardians had searched the upper floors, the main floor...all that was left was the dungeons and the grounds...


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