"Do you want to die, Harleen?" Jonathan asked from the doorway to her office. On his wrist was his needle gauntlet, the syringes filled with the sickly yellow liquid that made up his toxin. That was the only sign of his alter ego however, suit and mask still residing in Scarecrow's basement office where he had last left them.
It was still too hard for Jonathan to go down there.
His eyes however...they weren't Jonathan or Scarecrow's typical blue, they were a yellow brown, almost the colour of fresh toxin, indicating someone was awake behind Jonathan's eyes...and it wasn't either of the boys.
Scarebeast was watching her, as a wolf would watch a lamb.