Crane only smiled, tilting his head. He was so very close; he could almost taste it in the atmosphere like a potent storm. Slowly, he stepped closer to her, arms limp at his sides.
"You're only proving my point, Harleen. He's got you around his finger twice, and you're powerless. Can't you see the trees in the forest? He will not treat you kindly, he will not even try. Get away from him, before you destroy the rest of us."
His tone seemed of the utmost sincerity, bright eyes shining imploringly. His true boredom lied underneath this mask-of-sorts, his lack of interest. Harley Quinn could be an asset, part of him murmured, she could help you escape this place and never look back. Not just Arkham--but Gotham itself. The city trapped them all, didn't it? The little voice in his head insisted that they could go somewhere that nobody would know them, maybe another university.
The Scarecrow laughed, seemingly out of nowhere--a high, wheezing laugh that appeared to suit him almost too well. At this point, he simply didn't care about the guards, or the psychiatrist. The whole scene was so absurd that it slapped him in the face, and so his reaction could only be described as involuntary. However, he did not stop himself, only staring at Harley with a venomous look in his eyes and a giggle on his lips.
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Date: 2015-02-25 10:13 am (UTC)"You're only proving my point, Harleen. He's got you around his finger twice, and you're powerless. Can't you see the trees in the forest? He will not treat you kindly, he will not even try. Get away from him, before you destroy the rest of us."
His tone seemed of the utmost sincerity, bright eyes shining imploringly. His true boredom lied underneath this mask-of-sorts, his lack of interest. Harley Quinn could be an asset, part of him murmured, she could help you escape this place and never look back. Not just Arkham--but Gotham itself. The city trapped them all, didn't it? The little voice in his head insisted that they could go somewhere that nobody would know them, maybe another university.
The Scarecrow laughed, seemingly out of nowhere--a high, wheezing laugh that appeared to suit him almost too well. At this point, he simply didn't care about the guards, or the psychiatrist. The whole scene was so absurd that it slapped him in the face, and so his reaction could only be described as involuntary. However, he did not stop himself, only staring at Harley with a venomous look in his eyes and a giggle on his lips.