Scarecrow's Punishment (Rp for Said)

[KathyKane]

It had been a long night. First Harley and Clayface, then Riddler, and in the wee hours of the morning, another scheme by Scarecrow. The Bat family stood over their beaten enemy, whose real name was Johnathan Crane, they'd removed his mask, revealing under the horrible visage, a rather plain, but handsome man, thin and bookish looking.

There were five of them this night. Batman himself, who'd led the charge against Scarecrow at the chemical plant he'd been concocting a new fear toxin in. Bat girl, the red headed Barabara Gordon, who'd been on a date with Nightwing when they'd gotten the call, Tim Drake as the Red Robin and Damien, the youthful Robin rounded out the group, and they were all...chuckling.

"he,he, I don't know what was in that fear gas batman, but its making me feel funny?" Batgirl was speaking, a strange little smirk on her face, in her bat outfit it made her a little more evil than usual.

"I'm with Batgirl batman, I feel strange....not bad...just he he, funny." That came from Nightwing, the handsome masked youth was grinning ear to ear.

batman began analyzing the fear toxin used against them with the massive bat computer, but he was chuckling like a good natured uncle on Christmas morning even as he did the serious work...

"Heh heh, never-mind that, what do we do with Crane guys? I think its letting him off too easy to just stick back in Arkham..."this thought came from the Red Robin, Tim Drake, who had a nasty little smile on his lips, as a particularly funny idea had just come to mind...

[Said]

Jonathan Crane, the criminal better known as Scarecrow, looked between the five members of the Bat family before him. It seemed that the new strain of fear toxin he had been working on had had some... unfortunate side effects. It was true, he had been hoping that this concoction would have a marked effect on the subject's inhibitions, make them act in ways normally alien to their usual personality. Yet, being so close to five subjects with these symptoms was worrying. He could observe that the toxin was already causing noticeable changes in their moods, their demeanours.

"You've all been infected by my toxin. It will wear off in time, but I strongly urge you to untie me so I can administer the antidote." He knew that sometimes they could be appealed to through logic, but in this state, he wasn't so sure. "Let me administer an antidote and then take me to Arkham and be done with this!" His voice had a note of desperation in it, something that was different from his usual grandiose and arrogant way of speaking.

The look on their faces, the way they were all chuckling... It was eerie. Without his mask on, Crane felt vulnerable to whatever bizarre fancies took hold of them, thanks to this blasted new concoction coursing through them. Tim Drake's words especially troubled him, and the scrawny man who hid behind a scarecrow mask shifted and squirmed in the bonds that tied his wrists together. Perhaps they were so drugged up they wouldn't notice him trying to escape.

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"Hey you! Sit STILL And stop trying to escape!" That last came from young Damien, only 14 and already an amazing Robin trained by the league of Shadows to kill his father batman, he kicked Scarecrow over onto his stomach and stepped down on the bonds binding the older man around the middle, he tightened the cords around Scarcrow's wrists. "HEHEhehehe, your not going anywhere!"

Batgirl starting giggling to the side, "He really does look like a Scarecrow, or a lanky frog! look at his squirm! hee hee hee hee!" Nightwing stepped forward, pointing one of the Iron bars he fought with under Scarecrow's nose. "You quiet down and behave Crane, we're not letting you administer ANYTHING!"

"I think Mr. Crane deserves a little...PUNISHMENT for causing us so much trouble..." between chuckles, that last came from Tim who had dragged over a heavy steel chair, he sat it in the center of the room, and then dragged Scarecrow into it. Or more accurately, OVER it, he deposited the thin Supervillian over the back of the chair, so he was bent over its back, and kicked Crane's legs apart so they were spread one on each side of the chair...

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Crane grunted as he felt the wind be knocked out of him with that kick. "Curses..." He grumbled, feeling the youngest of the Bat family grab his arms and tie them together all the more tightly. As Batgirl and Nightwing taunted him, he couldn't keep the scowl off of his face. He could tell they were young, even with the masks on, but they were acting positively juvenile now, thanks to the toxin.

His head snapped around to look over at Tim, unable to hide the brief panic that crossed his normally haughty expression. However, before he could open his mouth to protest any barbarism, he felt himself be dragged as if he weighed no more than a stuffed animal (he was skinny, but not quite that skinny) and then slung over the heavy steel chair that Tim had moved to the centre of the room. "What are you... This is ludicrous! Just take me to Arkham!" He demanded, or at least, he tried to sound like it was a demand. Really it was a plea. He wasn't like many of the Bat family's adversaries. He knew he had no hope in defending himself physically against them, even if he hadn't been tied up.

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Batgirl had collapsed to her knees in a fit of laughter, pointing and laughing at crane as if he was a clown in the middle of hilarious act. Ominously, more laughter could be heard echoing from where Batman was seated at the computer.

Damien set untying, and then retying Crane's wrists to the chair to keep him bent over while Nightwing stepped over, brandishing a doubled over cord, doubtless from his grapple hook. "Oh we WILL take you back to Arkham Johnny, but you almost killed those security guards tonight, not to mention what your toxin and thugs would have done to us...I think it's time you learned a lesson. Robin, pull his pants off!"

Tim wasted no time complying, grabbing hold of Scarecrow's waistband, and yanking his costume trousers down to the villian's ankles. There was still the tightsuit underneath the costume, but Damien produced a batarang, and began to carefully, quickly cut that so it could also be pulled down like a pair of pants. Soon Scarecrow stood naked from the waist down.

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"W-Wait! Stop this, this instant!" The villain all but yelped, looking over his shoulder helplessly as Tim pulled down his brown pants all the way down to his ankles. That was humiliation enough, but then he saw one of the cursed urchins that Batman kept around him produce a batarang. The dark metal points around one of its edges reflected the light in the chemical plant menacingly, accentuating the sharpness of the jagged metal. He didn't dare struggle like he had when his pants had been removed, since a sharp jerk by him could result in a rather nasty wound. So Crane was forced to stay perfectly still, his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth grit as he felt the youth cut away at the tight fabric.

"What are you going to do to me...?" He asked, a question he had held off on asking so far. He feared the answer. Possibilities ran through his head, numerous ones, all unpleasant and humiliating and things he had never before thought might happen to him at the hands of the caped crusader and his cronies.

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Regaining some control, but now grinning from ear to ear, bat girl crossed to scarecrow's face and lifted his chin to look right at her. "What's the matter Dr. Crane? You aren't SCARED are you?" There was a loud snap, as Nightwing tested the doubled over cord against the ground, the SNAP! sounded like a whip, and that seemed how he was going to use it.

"Alright Scaredy-Crow, time for you to feel some justice, I don't think your going to like it!" And to the shock and gasp of everyone in the room, Nightwing swung the doubled over Cord down hard against Crane's bare buttocks. The resulting *SNAP* was shrill, echoing through the Batcave, and leaving a dark red line on the Super villain's bottom. *SNAP* SNAP!* SNAP*! And Nightwing then lay three more almost exactly over Crane's ass.

The entire bat family gasped at each strike, but they were soon giggling at the result...

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Crane glared back at Batgirl, not appreciating the jibe at all. He was more than aware of the irony, and he didn't much like being made aware of it. One would have to be crazy not to be afraid in this situation. Although, he supposed that he was generally considered crazy. He was about to respond with a cutting remark when he heard the sound of something cutting through the air. He flinched involuntarily at it, looking over his shoulder and the sight he saw made his blood run cold. Surely, Nightwing, in his drugged state wasn't seriously going to-

He felt the sharp pain of the doubled up cord whip against his vulnerable buttocks, making him jump but the heavy steel chair stayed put against the ground. He had never felt anything like it, and Nightwing had been right, he didn't like it.

The cord struck him three more times, leaving three burning red lines on his pale skin, each one having made him cry out loudly in pain. Stop! Stop it!" He blurted out, his voice raising into a desperate shout. He struggled in vain on the chair, desperately trying to wriggling his wrists out of their bonds. "This is torture! You can't do this to me!"

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"Torture?" Damien sounded offended, his voice hadn't grown all the way through puberty yet so it was still a little shrill. "You Experiment on unwilling people! A little old fashioned punishment is the LEAST of what you deserve!" As if he'd just told a joke the other bat-vigilante's started laughing, actually cracking up, they couldn't help themselves.


"Hey Scardey Crowe, hope your counting these, I might have to start over otherwise..." And so saying, Nightwing lay three more harsh stripes on Crane's buttocks, each time wrapping the line a different direction so it covered the most area.

"Hurry up Nightwing! I've got something better to beat him with when its my turn!" The red Robin stepped back into the light, brandishing a metal studded paddle, wide and leather, with a vauge bat-shape, who knew WHERE he had pulled that from.

"No fair! I want a turn!" Whined bat girl.

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The next three merciless strikes nearly brought tears to the villain's eyes as he cried out rather shrilly in pain. His thin limbs trembled afterwards, a noise not unlike a whimper coming from him. He was thankful that none of the Bat family were in his line of sight so they couldn't see his expressions. He had no wish to receive even more taunts from the brats than he was already getting.

When he was sure that there would be no trace of tears in his eyes, he looked over his shoulder, seeing the metal studded paddle. He wished he hadn't looked, because the panic must have been obvious on his face.

"You're all sadists! You have no right to lecture me on my crimes when you're doing this!" He replied, exaggerating, but he was desperate. "Batman! Are you allowing your bunch of brats just to do as they like?!" He called over to the leader of them, hoping that he would at least see some sense.