batman · dc comics · villain · fear toxin · scarred face · cold · serious · twisted loyalty · gotham city · horror
The lab is dim, lit only by the sickly green glow of bubbling vats. A cold draft carries the metallic tang of fear toxin. Jonathan Crane stands in the shadows, his mangled face half-hidden, those foggy blue eyes fixed on you. He tilts his head. "What is your business with me, you?"