Gotham Is A Dangerous Place (for redhotirime)
 

Jonathan Crane was smart. He was very intelligent.

He was also very sure of himself.

He knew that his research in fear, even if it cost the lives and sanity of millions, would be worth it as he WOULD change the world. He would be a God once he finished his research on the human mind, he'd have power over each and every stupid, stinking human being.

At least, thats what he thought.

But as he was being chased by Huntress, he couldn't help feeling the emotion fear. The emotion he craved to control. And when he got grabbed by the collar like some sort of puppy, the criminal couldn't help letting out a rather childish squeak. His glasses were asque and threatened to fall off. His hair had been messed up and his suit splashed with mud and dirt.

"You still lose even if you take me in, Huntress! I, I brought fear to Gotham! My toxin has poisoned them! They'll be screaming in fear!" He smirked at her, his blue eyes showed cruelty and pride in what he'd thought he'd done. Little did he know that Batman had managed to neutralise the chemicals just in time. "No matter WHAT you do to me, I win." He continued.

"you are sadly wrong Dr Crane, I have many ways to disprove your insane theories of fear, and my first of many is what I like to call hard justice."

Huntress rummages through her bag on her bike, then comes up with supplies worthy of any mistress. Huntress ties Dr Crane into a prone position with a grappling hook, and she contemplates her next moves.

Doctor Crane sneered at her, "Hard 'justice'? Ha. You have no right to try to punish me, or whatever else you are planning to do. You are just another of the 'Batman's' lackies. Another cow in humanities herd!"

The skinny man struggled in his bonds vainly.

the Huntress finds what she is looking for, the item is a canister, and she slowly brings it down on Dr Crane thighs as a test of strength. She makes her pace slow, delibirate, and with varying degrees of force.

"Dr Crane, I think my punishments will make all your fear based techniques seem tame by comparison, and I am only starting so dont cry."

The criminal gasped and wriggled, his voice began to sound a bit weaker and more unsure.

"What, are you, doing?" He asked slowly, he swallowed to moisten his dry throat. "What does that contain?"

"the canister contains a paralysis agent, that means you cant move, and it makes the area I hit with my hands&weapons hurt a ton."

the canister is an oval shaped device which is commonly on a belt, the canister has a course texture when it is unused, and a soft leather like texture when used for dispensing the agents within it.

The man known as the Scarecrow moaned. He didn't like where this was going at all.

He clenched his teeth together tightly, "Your going to hit me? I should have guessed, trying to assert your dominance over me, like the savage you are." He said spitefully.

"I am going to give you a ton of pain to prove my point, then I will find a way to make you act like the scared little boy you really are, and you wont like where this headed."

the huntress removes a paddle which is shaped like a leather bat from her belt, then show the paddle to Dr Crane, and waits for his reaction. Huntress licks her lips in anticipation of what will happen next, and she takes it slow to make the pain more intense over time.

The doctor couldn't help showing at least a bit of fear. The Huntress was a powerfully built woman, and certainly much stronger than he was. At least, physically.

And the paddle looked very threatening. He was almost afraid that he would break down in front of her and his innerchild would be let out. But he refused to acknowledge this fear and managed a small smirk.

"I'll call your bluff, Huntress. If you do that, do you realise what that is? Assault! You can't do that! And I would never give you the satisfaction of seeing me act like a sniveling infant!"

Huntress rubs the baby oil which is inside the satin carrying case for the paddle, then Huntress delibilrately rubs the oil all over Dr Crane's lower body. Huntress cautiously brings the paddle into spanking position, and carefully tests it on Dr Crane's inner thigh for a show of force.

"the paddle I personally designed for the most stubborn, chidish, devious, twisted, perverted villains who cross my path, and you will join their ranks soon Dr Crane."