Scarecrow From Batman Begins Novels & Stories

I made another mad dash, with Nyx right behind me. We finally found refuge against a scarecrow, our chests heaving as we caught our breath. But the scarecrow blinked at me, and suddenly, it sprang to life, jumping down from its post, brandishing a machete, and making a beeline for me. Nyx and I shrieked and fled in opposite directions. I sprinted to the right, heart racing, desperately trying to put distance between me and the scarecrow. I stumbled upon a darkened area in a field and dove into the bushes, hoping to evade him.

“I am a bad man… but I don’t want to be bad anymore. How about that?” He blinked at me. “You… don't want to be bad anymore?” “Not anymore.” I nodded. He stared at me for a second, like he was trying to decide if I was lying. “You won’t beat him?” he asked. I knew he meant Brian. Of course, he’d taken my Delta's side. “I won’t.” I said. He paused again. Then his small chin lifted slightly. “If you scare him…” he said, pointing at me, “…I’m like Batman. I’ll beat you. I have superpowers. See my hand.”

The scout didn't notice until it was too late. He bolted. Bad choice. Marcus was faster. He tackled him from behind. They hit the ground hard, rolling through dead leaves. The scout shifted mid-roll—claws extending, teeth bared. Marcus was ready. The Moonbane net flew from his hand, wrapping the scout in silver webbing. The corrupted magic reacted violently. Smoke rose where Moonbane touched flesh. The scout screamed. He crashed to the ground, tangled and helpless, shifting back to human. Young male, maybe twenty-five. Cult tattoos crawled up his arms like black veins. His face was pale with fear and pain.

Jack, Herne, and Warren didn't move a muscle, when faced with the spectral image of the woman. Traditional buckskin adorned the slender body. She raised her hands above her head, "Well are you going to help? You are members of the Scald Crow aren't you?" Jack and Herne took a step back from the phantom, and pushed Warren forward, "You go, whelp."

his deepened voice said behind the cape. "It really is you!" "Yes! It is I! The Batman! Now go to bed boy! Your mother will be worried!" The boy happily laughed and left, but Ray realised, that kid was the target of these six foul fangs, making him angrily stomp the ash he stood on, he was deeply glad he got them powedered before the boy saw them, he would have had nightmares for sure, then, who the hell was Batman anayway!? Next on his agenda, his green eyed wolf. Ray leapt up to a roof and scanned, he heard the breaths and pants of that familiar voice, and her scent confirmed it.

Pixies and dryads were huddled together in fear from the hovering stings and probing tentacles. The enemy leader, a Prime Chimera, turned to the three Scions with wide, taunting smile that bared his fangs. It was shaped like a large, hunched bat with silver scales all over its body. The bat leaped forward and made an ugly screech to the Scions. "We've been expecting you, Scions." His voice was rough and strained. "Why, thank you. So let's get to it, shall we?" Rachelia smiled, and flicked her wrist.

For the next few hours, rooks and bodies perched under the arms and legs and pedestal poles of each scarecrow stuck under the grave, screaming assorted names that had nothing like their families' names. - FATHER WHAT DID YOU DO, FATHER WHAT DID YOU DO, WHY DID YOU DO THAT? – That was the beginning of Luna's scream like a scarecrow, if that wasn't enough, the crows screamed and cawed together, it spread throughout the cemetery, screaming and screaming. - KILLER, KILLER, WHY DID YOU DO THAT?

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

"You know how to use the scroll! Tell me what to do!" He paused, then slowly removed the mossy metal mask from his face. The sight stopped June’s breath. The man had no face—just a swirl of wind, green leaves, and white light. He was the ghost of the first Gardener. "To stop the Reaper, you must become the Scarecrow," he said, holding out the mask. "The mask can protect the garden. But once you put it on, you’ll never take it off. You’ll witness every death, every birth, every breath on this planet. You’ll be the guardian—but you’ll be alone in the light."

Anyone trained by Dwight’s grandfather was extraordinary, and Carey was no exception. At the same time, Callie had just caught up with the group. She stopped some distance away, trying to catch her breath. Relieved that Dwight’s bodyguard seemed to have a handle on the masked assailants, she scanned the vicinity for Scarecrow, the sniper coordinating with the attackers. She didn’t notice anything unusual. Scarecrow could be several hundred meters away and end Dwight with a single shot from his sniper rifle. The rain and lack of light made it a challenge to see clearly.