Scarecrow continues to laugh as Blake gets a few hits on him, satisfied with the knowledge of his toxin kicking in right about — now.
He watches the younger man scurry back, reminded of the rodent test subjects that he'd first used when developing his fear toxin. When Blake is finally off of him, so visibly convinced that his world has shifted on its axis, or whatever the 'poor young man' is hallucinating, he climbs back to his feet.
And then he laughs again.
Oh, but he really loves this part.
"Poor, poor little Gothamite," he taunts. "I can turn your dreams to glass and smash them with my bare fists. Watch it all crumble around you. Watch your dreams lacerate you as they fall apart. Where are you, little man?"
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He watches the younger man scurry back, reminded of the rodent test subjects that he'd first used when developing his fear toxin. When Blake is finally off of him, so visibly convinced that his world has shifted on its axis, or whatever the 'poor young man' is hallucinating, he climbs back to his feet.
And then he laughs again.
Oh, but he really loves this part.
"Poor, poor little Gothamite," he taunts. "I can turn your dreams to glass and smash them with my bare fists. Watch it all crumble around you. Watch your dreams lacerate you as they fall apart. Where are you, little man?"