Character: Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow)

Time to die, old man.
- If he dies, you will not be able to fear. Don't let him get to the "Ace Chemicals". To avenge even upeasy.
This night's gonna end.

What's it like to see your city in ruins, and friends - on the threshold of death? This time you took on too much, Batman. I have everything under control, and your defeat was a foregone conclusion. Making his last breath, she [Barbara Gordon] will think that you failed her.

You're not dying - you only think you are. My toxin fills your lungs, immersing you in your most terrible fears... What do you see? Transfixed with horror, the city? The betrayal of those who most believe in? Exposing your darkest secrets?
Gotham will watch as I rip your mind apart. I'm gonna cut off your face and the whole world will see fear in your eyes. Then they will also understand, they have no Savior, no hope. Maybe Batman already there?

The worst is when you lose a loved one, and know that you - and only you are to blame.

- Do you really think won? Fear makes predictable.
- You're trapped. Nowhere to run.
- Who said I'm escaping?

Three billion is a solid investment.
- People want to pay.
And what exactly do we get for our money?
- The tanks. Drones. - Trained infantry.
- You think so take and to enter the tanks to Gotham?
- We take the city hostage. Sow panic, then chaos.
- Distraction?
- While they were rushing in fear, we go and grab his lair. Every roof, road and alley. We'll smoke him out of the shadows, cutting off one after the other path of retreat until there is nowhere for someone to hide.

- You could hire a guard, crane.
- You could be polite... Who are you? Another contender for the mask?
- Call me "Arkham Knight".
Another child of the Hospital at large. Tell me - what kind of tortured soul beneath that mask?
No matter who I am. I'm here because we both want the same thing - the death of Batman.
- You quickly away with my guards, but Batman is a completely different thing... to which I am fully prepared.
- The "protection" that I killed? I would replace them with army, trained in his methods.
Who trained?
Me.
And what do you know about Batman?
- His fears.
Very good. Listen carefully, Arkham Knight.

After examining the blood of a Brainiac, I changed my fear toxin to act on aliens. Seizing his broken mind, I got control of his ship. I started to research a huge collection of Brainiac and soon realized its enormous scientific potential...
Billions of species out of a million worlds, each with their fears and apprehensions.
Ship Cherestal my lab. It floats through the vast blackness of space, and assembled them creatures see their most terrible fears. Each studied the view adds to my knowledge Bank. I will go for it for decades, but I still become the greatest Lord of fear in the Universe.

- Get away from her!
- Heavy rain charged the Knight. The time has come.
Somebody put a gag on her. Though you touch her, you die.

- Record patient: Gordon, Barbara. Session one. Wake up, miss Gordon. Wake up! Give her the dose.
- ... I woke up, bastard.
Okay. Who is hiding under the mask of Batman?
- Here he comes here he need to ask him.
- Thank you, miss Gordon. I began to fear that my favorite method of interrogation is not necessary. You know why I wear these syringes on hand?
- Because you're crazy?
- I usually spray your toxin in aerosol form. It's effective, but not so clean. Now the horror of a prisoner in a concentrated dose, it is carried directly through the bloodstream. It's just... perfect. Of course, harm a stronger.
- Are you finished talking?
Yes. But you just started. When my toxin destroys the wall between your mind and your repressed, unconscious nightmares, you start talking. And when these fears are gone, they will take with them is a pathetic defiance.
You're still talking.
Very good.

Gotem! This is the first and last warning! Run out of town, or I will hit you worst nightmares!

- Without lawyers, without witnesses - it is then for the trial?
- Your guilt is proved, there is only subject to a court verdict. What to choose - death or exile?
- Crane, if you think we would volunteer to go on the ice, then you're just crazy.
- Then death.
- You know better.
- Wonderful! Death by exile.

Without fear, life has no meaning.

There is nothing to fear but fear itself.