AN: Well here's another new story. I hope you enjoy it. This is rated "T" and will be moved to "M" for a few reasons, more so in the later chapters. This does have some strong language so be warned. As you all might have guessed, I do not own any character used!

Rows of cotton, about knee high, went on for miles as the train climbed through the south's rolling hills, far away from Gotham. Jasmine and magnolia's familiar scents filled the air around the Tennessee mountain region. In the fourth boxcar, a figure, dressed in a scarecrow's rags, made himself hidden amongst the many kinds crates and other goods. He was going back to the one place he promised himself he would never return to, the place that made his life a living hell. Peering out the boxcar, the stow-away waited for the state lines as the locomotive lingered along. Pain slightly gripped his jaw while anger forced his teeth to grind together. Leaning his long, skeletal frame against the back wall, he tried to relax as he recalled as to why he was going back.

"Just enjoy the fucking ride, Jon!" a voice deep in his mind yelled as their means of transportation bounced along the miles of steel tracks.

"Easy for you to say," Jonathan grumbled in response, pulling his knees up to his chest, "You didn't have to live with all the shit I had to put up with!"

"On the contrary, Johnny-Boy! In case you do not recall, I was the one who helped you end all the torment the very first time you let me in charge. Remember how good it felt to watch Sherri's perfect little face splatter against the windshield? Or how about Bo? Mister Perfect Jock never did walk again after that! Admit it, Jon, when it comes right down to it, I was the only one there with you."

Jonathan remained silent for a few moments. A smile slithered its way across his lips as he recollected that day many years ago when him and Scarecrow took care of his greatest demons in life.

"We'll be there soon," Scarecrow growled after a while of complete silence, if not for the occasional sound of boxes smacking together. "I can almost see that bitch already! Nobody denies the Scarecrow!"

Crane nodded.

Throwing a few glances outside, he could vaguely recognize some of the scenery. Many of the views in Tennessee looked much like the rest of the south. Oceans of corn stalks and cotton on either side of the traveling locomotive, stretching over the countless acres of slight hills in the farmland. In the distance, on top of the mountains, forests made of dense oaks, towering pines, maples and cedars lined the setting sun's mural of red and yellow sky. Rushing water of one of the mighty rivers roared as the locomotive clunked over the low bridge. It was some of the houses he recognized as he took the same ride, a long time ago.

His eyes became heavy as he took in the slightly changing scenes before him.

"Stay the fuck awake!" Scarecrow barked. "The last thing we need is for you to miss our stop!"

"Why don't you take over then?" Jonathan replied with a yawn.

"Fine by me."

Jonathan's blue eye's closed, but opened quickly. They were darker, and his serene smile turned into a twisted grin. He stood up and walked around to stretch out his legs. Long fingers felt the button on a canister of fear gas up his sleeve. With an inaudible grumble, the Scarecrow looked out the boxcar once more. He saw giant green sign with the words "Welcome to Georgia" written in white letters.

"Scarecrow's gone again, Batman," Commissioner Gordon said looking around at the broken cell in Arkham. Several guards lay dead on the brown and amber colored floors with their throat's slit wide open. All had there mouth's frozen in a permanent scream. "Something got him riled up real bad this time."

"Albright," A looming figure appearing from inside the cell replied. "She was a law student. Crane took an interest in her. She didn't want anything to do with him. He doesn't like to take 'no' as an answer."

The aging Gotham Police Commissioner nodded as he looked around.

"Have any idea where he went?" he asked.

Batman remained silent, but only for a moment. "Robbin and I will search the city. Knowing Crane, he will mess up sooner or later."

The Dark Knight was on his way out. He stopped suddenly.

"Where is Ms. Albright?"

"We relocated her, Batman. She's at Red Hill Summit, Georgia. They have a college for her to finish up her degree."

"We are here," Jonathan informed. "Just wait until-"

He stopped talking, realizing he wasn't being heard anyways. The Scarecrow made his way to the roof of the boxcar and leapt across to the one in front of it as he made his way towards the last car. After examining the ground on the sides of the locomotive, he jumped from it, and landed on his hands and feet. Standing up, Scarecrow watched the train disappear into the distance. Looking towards the west, he started walking. Approximately thirty minutes later, they came to their destination.

There was a town up ahead. Another green sign stood next to a paved road. "Red Hill Summit" and an arrow pointing left was also written in white letters.

The Scarecrow laughed to himself, "Becky Albright, you will be mine."

AN: Thanks for reading this. I hope you enjoyed it. The next chapter should be up soon.

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