"'Course you don't," came a dark reply. The last vestiges of wrath were seeping through, warping reality in such ways that John Blake, unaware of what he was spewing, spat vitriol. "'Cause you're pathetic and you've screwed up everything. Always a threat, always comin' out pathetically short. Kill you for makin' me bother..."

But that was all the further it got before Blake was registering the confusion and the change in posture. As Greed relaxed in his grip, John slowly freed his arms from around the other man and began stepping back. He didn't want to scare the guy — didn't want to make him angry or upset — but he needed him to know that things were under control, despite the fact that the Scarecrow's toxin seemed to say exactly the opposite.

"Man, you okay? Can you hear me? What's— Tell me you're all right, Greed. Answer me."