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"From the safety of his lair, he plots and he conspires..."
Crane has been released from the hospital since receiving a savage beating from Hush, and has falled under the surprising care of the girl he was tormenting shortly before. One journalist by the name of Alice Logan.
Moron.
Either way, they made their way to one of his chemical dungeons, one that Batman never found, probably because of its distance from Gotham and unlikely setting under the old Overlook Drive-In Movie Theatre. By sheer force of habit he's donned his mask, although he's mostly immune to the toxins he creates. Still, the filtration system in the front of the mask does block the smell, which can occasionally be pretty potent. Once numerous vials of Batch 26B have been put into the system (not his favourite batch, by any means, but one of the easiest to make), he hobbles (still having a very sore knee) to the ubiquitous office, where Alice is patiently waiting.
"Thank you for waiting, Miss Logan. When we are going to war, we need weapons at our disposal, and this should suffice. But, you are the key." He smiles from behind the burlap sack over his head. "I have been in touch with various of my former colleagues, all of whom believe I'm on some form of sabbatical, which means it's just you and me versus the nasty..." He recalls how Alice saw Hush. "... Gorgon Man." He fills the vial at his wrist. "Once you have written your front page story about the good Mr Elliot," not Thomas Elliot, but his father, "glorifying him, making him into a hero worthy of the legendary Thomas Wayne of Gotham City, then stage one is complete. Are we clear?"
Moron.
Either way, they made their way to one of his chemical dungeons, one that Batman never found, probably because of its distance from Gotham and unlikely setting under the old Overlook Drive-In Movie Theatre. By sheer force of habit he's donned his mask, although he's mostly immune to the toxins he creates. Still, the filtration system in the front of the mask does block the smell, which can occasionally be pretty potent. Once numerous vials of Batch 26B have been put into the system (not his favourite batch, by any means, but one of the easiest to make), he hobbles (still having a very sore knee) to the ubiquitous office, where Alice is patiently waiting.
"Thank you for waiting, Miss Logan. When we are going to war, we need weapons at our disposal, and this should suffice. But, you are the key." He smiles from behind the burlap sack over his head. "I have been in touch with various of my former colleagues, all of whom believe I'm on some form of sabbatical, which means it's just you and me versus the nasty..." He recalls how Alice saw Hush. "... Gorgon Man." He fills the vial at his wrist. "Once you have written your front page story about the good Mr Elliot," not Thomas Elliot, but his father, "glorifying him, making him into a hero worthy of the legendary Thomas Wayne of Gotham City, then stage one is complete. Are we clear?"