#he may not necessarialy be easy to identify as Scarecrow but c'mmon my man has major evil person vibes

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Oswald: You betrayed me!!! So as your final words I want to know why??? What was that Bruce Wayne had to offer that I didn't?

Jonathan: *sound unimpressed* You need to learn some calming tecniques, Mr. Coobleppt. The mind has a strong power over the body and stress can kill someone, specially someone with your age and occupation.

Oswald: STOP BEING STRESSED? STOP BEING STRESSED WAK WAK! DENT WAS MINE! YOU STOLED HIM FROM ME.

Jonathan: Between you and Bruce Wayne I should have noticed sooner Dent's inclination to join man who have an unhealthy obcession with him. It adds another layer for how easy it was to turn him into an obedient puppy. But I'll answer your inquiry, Mr. Cooblebot, Wayne had The Second Skin.

Oswald: He had a what now?

Jonathan: The Second Skin? *Oswald looks puzzled* Basil Karlo legendary last movie?

Oswald: *even agrier* YOU SOLD ME FOR A MOVIE??? With what I was paying you could've made your own movie!!!

Jonathan: I understand you don't have the finese to recognize the artistical importance of The Second Skin. There's only a single copy avaliable all the others were destroyed and the movie was never fully saw. It's said that on it's first and only exibihition all the executives watching put their own eyes out. It's a horror masterpiece.

Oswald: All I'm hearing is that you though a movie was worth more than the benefits of being loyal to The Penguin and for that you'll pay, Crane. Unfortunally my partnership with our friends from Santa Prisca won't help here as they are too occupied with bringing me both Joker's and Batman's heads right now but I found just the right monster to destroy you. He is new on the industry but weird creepy monster is an ever growing market here. CLAYFACE!

Basil Karlo: THE MONSTER IN YOUR NIGHTMARES CAME FOR YOU FROM THE BELLY OF THE NIGHT AND NOW IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO MEET YOUR DOOM!

Oswlad: We already talked about your antics.

Basil: But the artistic presentation is fundamental preparation for a good murder. Don't the victims deserve to feel the drama and horror before the final touch?

Oswald: *rolls his eyes* This type of non-sense talk reminds me of that Scarecrow fella who is still to respond to my generous offer about being only a manufaturer and paying me to act as distribuctor of his drugs.

Jonathan: Maybe he didn't respond because that's a shitty deal that ignores completly why he is on the trafic bussisness to begin with.

Oswald: Oh what do you know? Anyway I have things to do, Karlo, kill him.

Jonathan: *re hinding his secret fear toxin spray, pupils dilated in pleasant shock* You said Karlo? As in Basil Karlo? I did though this creature sounded a lot like him and the speech was from Dread Casttle... Are you also a fan?

Basil: A fan? I AM Basil Karlo. I merely evolved to being the perfect monster outside the screem as well.

Jonathan: Oh that's wonderfull! *genuinally confused for once in his life* But may I ask: why work for Penguin? You must have a fan cult to rivalize Joker's!

Basil: *sadly* That's not the case yet. But I'm new. For sure with time Gotham will recognize my superior talent.

Jonathan: As they should. Your movies changed my life! To observe the impact they had on people, the fear they inspired, it made me realize who I wanted to be!

Penguin: I should not be letting this go, I did pay for a long brutal murder and that's not it. But still I need to ask: you became a psychiatrist because of horror movies?

Jonathan: ... Sure. Let's go with that. Anyhow, can I have a final wish, Mr. Cooblebot?

Penguin: You can ask, but don't expect me to accept it wak wak.

Jonathan: Would you not take from Karlos pay if he first gave me an autograph? Nothing would make me happier.

Basil: *before Penguin could open his mind* Absolutly. Anything for such a dedicated fan.

Jonathan: *who may be planning to fear toxin everyone but also DOES have the biggest celebrity crush ever on Karlo and truly is his biggest fan* *squeaks happily* *does a tiny hroo hraa*

Basil: *who really likes still having fans and is less and less wanting to violently kill the first person who apreaciated him in ages* *also who keeps a pen on him waiting for this particular moment and was starting to doubt it would happen* Where do you want it?

Jonathan: *frantically looking into his pockets for some piece of papper* Shit, shit, I let my notepad with Wayne so he could read Dent's entreances.

Basil: Don't worry *takes a papper from a blank piece on Oswald's accounts book that's on the tabble, at this point Oswald is regreesting everything* For my biggest fan?

Jonathan: *almost jumping with excitmenet* Doctor Jonathan Crane!

Basil: I hope the fear I inspired stays with you forever. Here it goes.

Jonathan: *taking the papper in pure joy* Thank you!

Basil: Look, Cooblepot, I can't kill him.

Oswald: What because the FAMOUS PSYCHIATRIST is using the most basic manipulation tecnique? I bet he doesn't even know your movies.

Jonathan: Seriusly? We are literally here because I sold you out for one of his movies. Also I wouldn't go so low as to pretend to be a fan, is too easy, too boring. It tells me nothing about my target... patient... I didn't knew yet.

Basil: He does seems honest.

Oswald: No he doesn't. He isn't really your fan. But I? I'm proving it. I'm helping you recover your fame ain't I?

Jonathan: I'm sure Scarecrow would do the same except he would actually care about the art and not see it as a way to trick someone he only sees as a weapon and not an artist.

Oswald and Basil look confused at him.

Jonathan: What? He does little references to Karlo movies all the time, I bet he would adore a new movie to torment his subjects with.

Oswald: *raises and eyebrown*

Jonathan: In my professional opinion of course. : )

Oswald: Do you do this psychiatric party tricks with all of us, Mr. Crane?

Jonathan: I wound't call my doctorate on psychiatry wich by itself needs an M.D and my minor in psychology party tricks, but yes. Gotham criminals just as it's crime fighters are fascinating. It would be a waste not to try to understand their minds at least a little bit. You for once is completly obcessed with control likely from extreme bullying paired with high expectations that created an extreme fear of failure and a low notion of self that materialize in a quasi compulsive need to have the control you never before had so you can force the connections, love and adoration you long for Is sad if not pathetically clichê. Also your real laugh is normal you just thinks "wak wak" fits nicely with your presentation *Oswald opens his mouth* and now you will insist I'm wrong because you refuse to admit that as much as you loathe your nickname you do identify with it... Penguin. Again boringly clichê. Now if you excuse me, I have better things to do. *gets out as if Oswald doesn't have a gun and a Claymonster and a lot of determination to kill him* It was an absolute honor Mr. Karlo and I'll treasure your autograph with my life and while I'm not in any position of giving you life changing advice right now, I'm certain that Scarecrow would be extemely happy working with you and treat you waaay better than Penguin. *waves to a short circuting fumming Oswald cause he is extra*