Stephanie's Journal: Scared Of Nothing
It's been a day since the whole mess with the earthquake in the cave. Tim made an antidote and cured us both. I don't feel any better. I mean, I'm not freaking out anymore, I'm just angry. Really, really angry. No-one can understand what I went through. Everything around me became East End kinds of dangerous. Stuff that at worst would just be annoying becomes the most horrifying nightmare you can imagine. And those annoyances are all you think about. Literally every thought you have scares the crap outta you. I truly felt like I was losing my mind, living a nightmare every time I breathed. Spending every waking moment being scared of nothing. That's what I had to go through. I have every right to be angry, and right now I wanna find Scarecrow and snap his skinny ass in two for what he did to me. And Tim, too. Scarecrow pretty much nearly killed Tim by giving him a heart attack. Speaking of, while I was busy being angry in my room in the manor, Tim calls me down to the cave. He says I should suit up. I do and a go through the grandfather clock entrance into the cave. Tim's by Bruce's supercomputer, with the crate he took from the iceberg lounge.
"How you feeling?"
"Lousy."
'Join the club."
'Please tell me you found him."
"Yeah. Figured out what he hit us with, too. I got that--"
"I don't care. Where is he?"
"You seem angry..."
"Of course I am! Aren't you?"
"I'm just happy I'm alive. Anyway, turns out I overlooked a clue. Take a look."
He takes the old wooden lid of the crate and shows me the underside. Spraypainted on it was "Property of the Alan Moore Psychiatric Hospital" with the address below. Wow, biggest giveaway ever. I know that place, though. Hush was hiding out there a while ago. Now Scarecrow has it. That place is all kinds of creepy, no wonder he's hiding there. Now he's got something to fear, though.....
Stephanie's Journal: Scared Of Nothing
It's been a day since the whole mess with the earthquake in the cave. Tim made an antidote and cured us both. I don't feel any better. I mean, I'm not freaking out anymore, I'm just angry. Really, really angry. No-one can understand what I went through. Everything around me became East End kinds of dangerous. Stuff that at worst would just be annoying becomes the most horrifying nightmare you can imagine. And those annoyances are all you think about. Literally every thought you have scares the crap outta you. I truly felt like I was losing my mind, living a nightmare every time I breathed. Spending every waking moment being scared of nothing. That's what I had to go through. I have every right to be angry, and right now I wanna find Scarecrow and snap his skinny ass in two for what he did to me. And Tim, too. Scarecrow pretty much nearly killed Tim by giving him a heart attack. Speaking of, while I was busy being angry in my room in the manor, Tim calls me down to the cave. He says I should suit up. I do and a go through the grandfather clock entrance into the cave. Tim's by Bruce's supercomputer, with the crate he took from the iceberg lounge.
"How you feeling?"
"Lousy."
'Join the club."
'Please tell me you found him."
"Yeah. Figured out what he hit us with, too. I got that--"
"I don't care. Where is he?"
"You seem angry..."
"Of course I am! Aren't you?"
"I'm just happy I'm alive. Anyway, turns out I overlooked a clue. Take a look."
He takes the old wooden lid of the crate and shows me the underside. Spraypainted on it was "Property of the Alan Moore Psychiatric Hospital" with the address below. Wow, biggest giveaway ever. I know that place, though. Hush was hiding out there a while ago. Now Scarecrow has it. That place is all kinds of creepy, no wonder he's hiding there. Now he's got something to fear, though.....