I'm So Scared

After the scarecrow finished speaking, he threw two cylindrical tanks from his hands.

Immediately after the tank fell to the ground, a thick, almost liquid mist was poured around.

graves, who was located in the center of the living room, was the first to be swallowed up by the more foul-smelling mist, and his whole body was tightly wrapped from head to toe.

"Cough...cough."

"Help, I'm so scared, who can help me."

The continuous coughing and cries for help caused the face under the scarecrow mask to reveal a smug smile.

"I thought you were so powerful, but it turned out to be nothing more than that."

After speaking, he jumped down from the attic, but to be on the safe side, he took out a small and delicate pistol from his arms and then walked cautiously towards the dense fog.

"Help, help, I'm so scared, who can come and save me."

graves in the fog was still calling for help, but the scarecrow felt worse in his heart. Why was there something wrong with this cry?. he gradually slowed down, finally stopped, then turned around and ran outside the house like a rabbit. But the next voice made his body tremble involuntarily.

"Where are you going, crane?"

"Don't go in a hurry, sit down and talk, this is your home."

The thick poisonous gas of fear slowly dissipated, and in the shadows, the tall figure was still sitting safely on the sofa.

The scarecrow who was only a step away from the door, his heart was beating violently, his whole body began to sweat inexplicably, and his legs became stiff. This physiological characteristic is beyond the control of the brain.

As a psychology professor who studies human emotions, he understands that he is caught in an emotion called 'fear'.

Fighting against Batman for so many years, he has never felt fear of this Gotham Knight. What happened today?

Could it be that there is something wrong with the gas mask on his face, did he accidentally inhale fear gas?

When the scarecrow's heart was overturned, the outside world only passed a short moment, and behind him, graves slowly got up.

The shiny black shotgun was held firmly in front of his chest, and his fingers were already touching the trigger.

"Relax man, it may hurt a little bit, but only a little bit."

As soon as the voice fell, a tongue of flame spewed from the muzzle, and the scarecrow, who had already run out of the house, fell in response, rolled down the steps at the door, and fell heavily into the hard sand.

"Aaaaaa----!"

The shrill screams startled a large number of birds in the wheat field. The scarecrow was holding his ankle and kept rolling and wailing on the ground, while one of his feet was still left on the front steps.

graves walked to the door slowly, kicked the broken sole of his foot away, stood at the door of the room, and shouted, "Roman, where are you?"

"Come here fast"

In the end, after shouting for a long time, no one responded, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Stinky boy, did you become lazy."

Then, graves walked down the steps, came to the scarecrow's side, and kicked him in the stomach: "Don't shout, my ears hurt."

The scarecrow didn't dare to scream anymore, but just hugged the broken leg and kept whimpering in pain.

"I'm asking you, now you should be willing to lend me something, right?" graves loosened the tie that was a little tight around his neck, and couldn't help complaining about why Harley tied him so tightly. In this distraction, he couldn't hear what the scarecrow said.

So he bent down slightly and put his ear close to him: "Ah? What did you just say?"

"%&%@@#!"

It should be the gas mask on his face, plus the injury, the scarecrow's voice was dull and vague, and he couldn't understand what he was saying.

graves used brute force to pull off the gas mask on the scarecrow's face, then slapped him on his pale face, and then scolded: " say loudly, haven't you eaten anything ?"

The scarecrow, who was sweating profusely because of the pain, said tremblingly, " you can borrow it, but can you clarify exactly what you want to borrow from me!"

graves, who had a violent face just now, was stunned for a moment, then immediately changed his face and said with an apologetic smile: "Oh, I'm so sorry, look at my memory."

Then he scratched his head embarrassedly, got up, and ran to a short distance to pick up the broken foot, blowing off the dust on it, and stuffing it into the scarecrow's hand.

" I'm sorry, it's all a misunderstanding."

"There's been a lot of things going on recently, and some mistakes will inevitably come up. Don't take it into your heart."

After hearing these words, the scarecrow's blood surged instantly, and a wave of abnormal anger appeared on his pale face.

If he hadn't lost the gun when he fell just now, he wanted to shoot graves now.

"Oh, my feet."

"I know it's your foot, now, isn't this returned to you?" The graves patted him on the back comfortingly and said shamelessly.

"You!" The scarecrow felt dark in front of his eyes, he quickly closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, and said, "What do you want, take it and get out of here quickly!"

graves was looking at the fracture on his ankle, and couldn't stop praising himself for his good marksmanship. Hearing his words, he quickly retracted his scattered thoughts.

" It's not something valuable I just want to borrow some fear gas from you."

"I think the second generation you used just now is good."

When the Scarecrow heard this, he couldn't hold back completely, his head crooked and passed out. The last thought before he fell into a coma was.

can't you say that early, for a little fear gas, you break my foot?

Five minutes later, he woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw graves sitting on the steps bored and clasping his fingers.

In the blink of an eye, graves had already appeared in front of him, and said with a smile: "You woke up, the surgery was a success!"

"Surgery?" The suspicious scarecrow turned his eyes to his injured leg subconsciously.

The broken soles are now firmly tied to the ankles with tape. Judging from the thickness of the tape, at least an entire roll has been used.

There is also a blessing written on the surface of the yellow tape:

"I hope you can recover quickly."

"—Your friend forever, Graves."

At the end of the sentence, he also drew a scribbled smiley face, but unfortunately, he used a marker, so it was black.

The scarecrow could even feel the tingling sensation of the fine sand and dirt rubbing against the flesh at the ankle wound.

This kind of pain caused him to completely fall into madness. He swayed his hands randomly, grabbed a handful of sand from the ground, and threw it at graves.

"fear gas is in the basement, take it and get out of my place!"

"You devil, don't come here again!!!"

graves easily avoided the powerless sand, looked aggrievedly at the crazy scarecrow, and complained, "if you don't like smiling faces, I can draw hearts."

"There's nothing to be angry about that, Gotham people are bad-tempered."

After saying that, he turned around and walked into the room, heading to the basement that the scarecrow said.