-Becky-

Two weeks. It's been two long weeks since Crane has been arrested and locked away in his own asylum, and to be honest, I couldn't be any more happy to have him out of my life. Especially now since, I can rest at ease and return to life in general.

With the drama gone, Oliver and I ended up fixing and redecorating our living room, and we even adopted Mrs. Johnston's dog, Bruno! Who, may I add, has adjusted very well with the changes especially with Katrina. They just love each other so much.

Other than my family life, I have also started attending Gotham University again with Ben and Jessica. They were both still a little traumatized from the Scarecrow's attack and of Parker's demise, but otherwise, they were doing fine. Especially with Crane gone now, it would seem that everyone was returning back to normal their normal selves. It was almost as if the attack had never happened. "If only that were true." I lightly sigh.

"Oh well, there's nothing else I can do to fix that anymore." I thought as I carried a laundry basket filled with towels up the basement stairs. "Even if I could turn back time, I doubt that I could make any good come out from it." "I couldn't stop the hundreds of deaths Crane's caused, nor Parker's. But what I was able to stop though, was any future attacks Scarecrow had planned for us." I thought with a sigh as I set the basket down on the living room couch, "I can only hope now that, that was enough to stop him." "Mommy?" A familiar voice moans down the hallway.

Startled, I turn in the direction of the voice and see Katrina standing in the hallway rubbing her eyes. "Oh Katrina, sweet heart, what are you doing up? If you're not feeling well, you should be back in bed." I ask in a concerned voice as I walked over to her. "I'm s-sorry mommy, b-but I had another b-bad dream." Katrina sniffs. "Oh honey, come here. Did you dream of that monster again?" I ask as I crouched down to her level and embraced her. "Y-yeah, but instead or h-hurting me, he was t-trying to k-kill me this t-time. He s-said that he didn't w-want to see me to run a-away again. So he t-thought by k-killing me, it w-would k-keep me there, f-forever." Katrina sniffles.

I feel my eyes widen at such a tale, how could such a young child dream of such a thing? Now that I think about it though, I don't think that she has been exposed to anything violent lately, unless someone at school showed her something or if she caught a glimpse of one of my horror flicks, then that would explain it, but that doesn't seem to be the case. There's also the fact that she's been having a bullying issue at school, which could also be the trigger for such a dream, but she was being bullied by a bunch a girls, not a "he". Plus, I doubt that those girls would even want to kill her, hell they're probably too young to understand what the word "kill" even means. So, then who is this monster that she keeps dreaming about? Could it be a teacher? Something she saw in the news? Or maybe, could it just be the cause of her wild imagination?

While each option does sounds logical, it is still a theory, as I have not yet bothered to further pursue for the details of these dreams. Besides, I bet if I even asked, I'd doubt that she would be able to remember or even want to talk about these nightmares. I mean after all, she is just four years old, and like most four year olds, their memories are still not fully developed. Plus, she could also just be making these tales up to get attention, which I also don't blame her for since both Oliver and I have been very busy lately. This would be the more normal logical approach, but however, these nightmares have been going on for also two years now, this just couldn't be the answer. But then, what was?

"Oh my, sweet heart that sounds like such a terrible dream." I reply. Katrina nods in response in my shoulder and begins to lightly sob, the poor thing. "Hey, shhh. It's okay, I'm here now. There's nothing to be afraid of. He's gone sweetie, he's gone." I coo as I stroked her hair and cheek. "I-I know m-mommy, b-but I'm still scared. W-what if he c-comes back?" Katrina whimpers. "He won't deary, as long as I'm around he won't hurt you." I smile. "You p-promise?" Katrina asks while looking up at me with watery eyes. "I promise." I smile as I wiped her tears away.

Katrina returns the smile and hugs me tighter. I chuckle at her affection and pick her up, "Now come on, let's get you back to bed." "Will you stay with me?" Katrina asks. "Of course darling and I'll even sing you to sleep with your favorite lullaby, that sound good to you?" I offer as I carried her back to her room. "Yes! I'd l-love that! T-thank you mommy!" Katrina giggles in excitement. I smile and laugh at her giggle, it was just so cute. "Your welcome sweet-"

"Knock knock." Echoed the front door.

I stop in my tracks at the sound of someone at the front door as Bruno ran over barking at the door, I wasn't expecting any visitors today. So who could it be? "Katrina, can you go to your room for a minute? I need to go answer the door." I ask. She nods as I set her back down, "Alright m-mommy, Mabel and I will be w-waiting for your return!" I cannot help but smile and giggle at her as she ran back to her room, she was just too innocent for this world.

"Knock Knock." The front door echos again.

I let out a heavy sigh, man this person was impatient. With a turn of my heel, I turn around and walk back into the living room to answer the door. "Who is it?" I call out to the visitor as I reached the door. "Delivery ma'am, I have a package here for you to sign." An unfamiliar male voice replies. I look down towards Bruno in confusion as he wagged his tail and whined in anticipation. I don't remember ordering a package, and I'm sure Oliver would have told me if he had ordered something. Especially if that said package was arriving today. "Oh well, maybe the guy's got the wrong house." I thought.

Shrugging my shoulders, I naively unlock the door and twist the door knob to open it. "I'm sorry sir but I don't believe my husband or I ordered anything." I politely state to the man, but pause shortly after noticing that he wasn't wearing a usual delivery outfit. He was wearing a full suit and tie. Something wasn't right here, this man was definitely not a mailman, but neither was he just a regular citizen. If anything, I'd say that he looked like he was either a part of a business or even worst, a mafia. If this wasn't a huge red flag, I don't know what was. "Um, I'm sorry sir, but I believe that you may have the wrong house. If you'll excuse me-" "I'm afraid that's not possible." The man interrupts as he put his foot into the doorway. "For you see Ms. Albright, while I may not be a regular delivery man with package for you, I am here to act like one."

I felt my eyes widen at his statement and his actions, I had not given him my name nor did I understand what he was hinting at. Curious, yet still cautious, I slightly open the door again as the man removes his foot. "What do you mean by 'acting like one'. Is this some sort of prank?"I demand. He shakes his head, "No ma'am, just business. I'm here to send a message from my boss." "Your boss? Pfft. And what kind of message would that be?" I ask with a hiss and shift of my hips. The man chuckles at my sass, and urges me to lean in with his hand. With a sigh, I obey his childish ways and lean in to listen.

"I told you I'd see you soon."

I feel my eyes widen at his familiar set of words, those weren't any ordinary set of words, those were Dr. Crane's words. The same exact words that he said to me back at the courthouse, before he was taken away. Where only myself and Gordon had heard those words. Not anyone else.

Panicked, I try to pull myself away from the stranger, but before I am able to do so, he grabs my neck and pushes me back into my house. I let out a gasp as I fall backwards and into a wall. I let out a groan of pain as I fell to my hands and knees. I was definitely not expecting that.

Upon noticing the man's aggressive display of actions, Bruno quickly catches onto what was transpiring here and launches himself at the intruder with gnashing teeth as he entered. The stranger spots Bruno in the corner of his eye as he entered and attempts to jump out of Bruno's line of attack, but unfortunately for him, he wasn't fast enough.

Effortlessly, Bruno knocks the man off of his feet and gets him to the floor with his teeth sunk into the man's left shoulder. The man cries out in pain of course and starts to fight back Bruno in order to escape his jaws, but his attempts are all in vain. As Bruno wasn't going to let go anytime soon.

"Good boy Bruno!" I yell as I quickly stumbled back up to my feet and rushed over to the telephone. "Don't let him go! Keep him still for me, mommy's going to go call for help!" I command as I grab the phone and attempt to dial 911. "Oh shit! Frankie stop her!" The man yells behind me. "What? Frankie? Who's Frank-"

Before I can finish my sentence, another man in a suit runs up and tackles me from behind and knocks me back to the floor. I scream at the sudden surprise and start struggle in the man's grasp as he held me down and pulled the phone away from my reach. "Ahh! Let me go you sick bastard!" I scream as I struggled. The man grunts in frustration to my struggling and to stop me, he wraps his hands around my neck and begins to squeeze. I instantly stop struggling at this and start to cough and choke as I tried to fight back for my survival.

Hearing my distress, Bruno releases the man in his grip and turns around to charge at the man choking me. However, as Bruno is closing in, the previous man who he had attacked quickly pulls out a gun from his suit coat and shoots Bruno in the right leg. I let out a small heartbreaking sob as Bruno whines in pain and stumbles to the floor growling.

Angered and in pain, Bruno gets back to his feet and charges back at the man who had shot him. I watch in horror as I am unable to stop what I knew what was going to happen next. "B-bruno n-no!" I choke out as the man took aim at him once again.

But I was too late.

The gun goes off and with one final yelp, Bruno falls to floor and passes into his next life right before my very eyes. My new best friend, the one who had saved me and helped this family recover from the terrors of the Scarecrow, was now lying ten feet away from me in a pool of his own blood. Dead.

With all of the remaining breath I had within me, I let out an ear piercing scream of grief at the sight, before the man grabs my head and slams it down onto the floor. Ultimately knocking me out.

-Scarecrow-

I feel a smile creep onto to my lips at the sound of Becky's screams, everything was going according to plan.

Well, mostly.

I had not anticipated her to adopt that damn dog, or for my men to use their guns, but I didn't blame them. What had to be done, was done, and besides, that stupid dog deserved it. Especially after he stopped me from killing Becky in the first place. I sigh as I come out of my hiding spot and walk towards the front door. Now all that I had to do was to move onto phase two of my plan and that was by getting my revenge on Becky.

As I entered the home, I couldn't help but notice that she had completely changed her living room from when I last broke in. With the new yellow walls and black furniture, I could only expect from a psychological stand point that she was looking for a new beginning and trying to be happy by forgetting the past, but underneath that all, I could tell that she was still grieving for the loss of her friend Parker, and soon to be dog.

I chuckle as I continued to analyze the home, it was quite interesting to see such a change in a confident woman as Becky, but none the less, I should have expected this. I mean, I did after all dramatically change her life, what else was she going to do other than adapt. It is, after all, human nature for us to adapt to changes. Both mentally and physically, we thrive as a species to change; it's one of our ways that we grow and better yet, survive.

Turning my attention away from the decor of the home, I walk over to my henchmen and Becky who I was expecting to be conscious, but to my displeasure, she wasn't. My men had knocked her unconscious, which was the exact opposite of what I had ordered them to do beforehand.

"What part of 'don't knock her out and keep it quiet' didn't you guys understand?" I demand as they got up and brushed themselves off. "Sorry boss," Frank shrugs. "We had to, neither the witch nor her damn dog would keep their mouths shut." "I could care less about the dog Frank, but as for Becky being unconscious, that really puts a damper on my plans." I sigh as I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Do you want us to finish her off boss? It'll definitely send a fearful message back to the people of Gotham." My other henchman, Steve asks as he reloaded his gun.

I remain silent to his question. Yes, it would indeed send a fearful message back to the citizens of Gotham, but at the same time, this was not how I desired to take Becky out. I wanted her death to be a slow, painful, and quite a fearful experience.

Which this death sentence, served everything but what I wanted. "No, don't. Any rate criminal could do that." I reply. "So, what would you like us to do with her instead?" Steve asks. I sigh, "Leave her be, I will take care of her. As for you two however, stick to the original plan and search for any details as to where we can find where her fiance works." "Alright, but what about their daughter? Don't you want us to search for their daughter as well?" Frank asks as Steve went off into the kitchen to search. "No, leave their daughter to me. I have a special plan devised for their daughter. Now go." I order.

Without questioning me, Frank nods to my order and runs off to the kitchen to help Steve search as I stayed behind with Becky. Sure, she was unconscious and technically useless to me now, but that wasn't the point as to why I stayed. I had to make my mark by sending a message, not to only her, but to her family as well.

Grabbing the phone next to her, I scroll through her contacts and find Oliver's number. Smiling, I press the call button and bring the phone to my ear as it dialed her fiance's number. He answers the phone instantly. Boy, was he in for a surprise.

Oliver: Becky? Hey, what's up?

Scarecrow: (Silence, followed by light chuckling)

Oliver: Becky? Becky are you there? Is everything alright?

Scarecrow: (Chuckling) Unfortunately for you Mr. Parkman, she isn't able to come to the phone right now and believe me when I say this, that she won't be able to for quite a while.

Oliver: (Silence)

Oliver: Who is this? What have you done to Becky?

Scarecrow: I have done nothing to her, yet Mr. Parkman. Only my men have. Though if my men had followed their original orders, there is no doubt in my mind that your beloved Becky would be screaming herself to death behind me right about now.

Oliver: Scarecrow. You bastard, leave her alone! Hasn't she suffered enough from you?!

Scarecrow: (Laughs)

Scarecrow: Oh no, not after what she's done.

Scarecrow: For you see Mr. Parkman, this is only minor as to what is to come and it'll only get worse for her, I can promise you of that.

Oliver: Wait, what do you mean?! What are you going to do to her?!

Scarecrow: (Chuckling) All in good time you will see Mr. Parkman. But for now, I bid you adieu as I have my work cut out for me.

Scarecrow: (Short pause) Goodbye Mr. Parkman, I do hope we meet again soon.

Oliver: Wait, no! I'm not finished w-

Before Oliver can finish his sentence, I hang up on him. The fool, as if he actually thought that I'd stay on the line with him. No doubt now he's going to call the police now, but I could care less. I don't need much time to prep my next attack and retrieve the information I needed. Besides the police response time here in Gotham is just horrible. It should take them an estimated time of ten minutes just to get here. Which gives me plenty of time to get what I need and get out.

"Perfect, now all I need to do is to find a way to destroy their daughter." I thought, "I should probably start by searching the child's room, it's most likely that that is where she spends most of her time. Making it the perfect area to plan a strike."

Agreeing with my plan, I toss Becky's phone back to the floor and step over her unconscious body with a smile before heading down the hallway to where their bedrooms lie. While approaching the child's room, I am caught off guard by the sight of child's door being shut and locked. Which is unlike any normal child behavior I've ever seen before. "Hmm, this is interesting." I thought as I jiggled the knob, "For a child her age, it's quite unusual for them to lock their door. Well unless they're scared, it makes no sense as to why she'd lock the door, especially when they're away from home." "In an odd way, it almost looks like that the child's trying to hide something." I pause as I feel a light bulb go off in my head, "Or, from someone."

Thinking that the child was in fact here, I make no hesitation to kick in the child's door and enter. Wasting no time, I quickly search everywhere for any potential signs of their daughter being here, but other than a few scattered toys and a messed up bed, I find no other signs that their daughter was here.

I let out a disappointed sigh at this discovery, I really had been hoping that their child would be here. If she was, it would have made my job a whole lot easier. "Oh well," I thought with a shrug. "I guess I'll just have to stick to my original plan and find another way that I can hurt their daughter. But, where should I start?"

While thinking, I turning my attention back to the room itself and start to search for any potential item that I could use to hurt their daughter. Unfortunately for me, there really wasn't much for me to use in this room, but I did end up finding something interesting in the end. Over on the child's nightstand, laid three bottles of medicine. One was a prescription in a pill form, and the two others were forms of liquid sleep aid and cold medicine.

The bottles of medicine no doubt peaked my interest, and without thinking, I walk over to the child's bedside. As I picked up the prescription bottle, I cannot help but smile as I read the label. It was Clonazepam; a drug specifically used for both anxiety and better yet, night terrors. I lightly chuckle as I stared at the prescription, "Take two pills nightly before going to bed. Hmm, so it seems that the child is struggling with nightmares and anxiety."

"Well, isn't just perfect." I smile as I opened the bottle and poured the few remaining pills into my hands. "It looks like she's in need of a refill pretty soon." I thought as I counted up the six remaining pills, "No matter, ingesting just two of these should be enough to cause some serious problems."

Carefully and without making a mess, I open all of the capsules and pour the powdered clonazepam out before replacing it with my own prescribed medicine. Fear toxin.

Once all six pill capsules were filled again, I seal the pills back up and pour them back into the bottle, before setting it back down on the night stand. "There, that should be enough to poison their precious daughter," I chuckle. "But, just in case." I thought as I grabbed the two other medicine bottles and opened them, "I might as well tamper with these as well."

"Hey boss!" Frank yells down the hall as both him and Steve entered the room. "We found something!" "Did you now?" I question as I set the bottles of medicine back down and turn to face them, "Well, what might that be gentlemen?" "These." Frank says as he walks up and hands me a piece of paper. I snatch the paper out of his hands and begin to read it.

"An invitation to an office party at Wayne Tower? And a funeral invite?" I summarized aloud with a chuckle, "Heh, and the funeral's for Parker too. How quaint." "Yeah, Oliver was invited to it and it will be taking place in a few days. As for the funeral, the whole family was invited to it on the same day of the party and we thought that those two events would provide you with a great opportunity to strike." Steve states. I chuckle at their idea, "Good job, gentlemen. This information will definitely come in handy. Did you by chance also find anything on their child?" "No sir, other than a few paintings and drawings, we found no information on their daughter." Frank nervously reports. "Hmm, how unfortunate." I sigh with a smile. "No matter, I believe that we've gotten what I've came for. Let's go."