Dr. Crane looked at the camera deed. “This is unfortunate. For you anyways.” He turned to a test subject who had been drained of nearly all blood.
“Please Scarecrow.. let me go. You have what you need!” The man pleaded. Crane looked into his eyes. “I need one last thing to complete my Fear Reality Joker Toxin.”
“It's most intriguing, Psycho Pirate. Your ability to induce a harmful state of reality in a nightmare makes the perfect fear toxin.” Crane said as he grabbed a scalpel.
“All I do is use my Fear gas, combined with your blood, and the hallucinations people fear can physically harm them. Add some Joker toxin and it's a guaranteed death.”
“I just need one thing from you.” He stabbed the scalpel into Psycho Pirates eyes. “Essence of Death.”
He turned to a large man strapped to the wall as he put the blood from the knife into a syringe. “Are you ready to kill the intruders, subject 904?”
The man breathed heavily unable to speak. “Very good. Let's send our fellow scientist a gift, shall we Bane?”