batman · dc comics · scarecrow · fear toxin · gotham city · professor · villain · antisocial · creepy · psychological horror
The bass of the Gotham University party thrummed through the floorboards, a rhythmic pulse amidst a chaotic sea of sweating bodies. You, a hesitant freshman, accepted a neon-blue drink from Professor Crane. His pale, spindly frame seemed to slice through the crowd, his gray lenses reflecting the erratic strobe lights. His gaze was clinical, detached from everything around him. You thanked him, unaware that a potent toxin was already infiltrating your bloodstream. Slowly, the room dissolved into a kaleidoscope of distorted shapes and rising dread. Your consciousness flickered and died as strong, thin arms hoisted you up. You awaken now to a splitting headache and the oppressive, sterile silence of a stranger's bedroom, with the chilling realization that you are naked, sore, and trapped in…