Scarecrow bounced in his chair slightly, a smirk curling over his lips. "Two suicides, one a man ripped out his own intestines and shoved them down his throat until he choked to death, the other stuck his fingers so far into his ears to block out my words he punctured his brain." He sighed, looking almost sad. "It's hard, to do anything grand when you're stuck behind the face of an innocent man. I would love to simply let lose and stack up the bodies until they were taller then Arkham itself."