Crane looked at the harlequin madman, and wanted to tell him to bugger off.  But he had to admit, he was eager to get his hands on more of his fear toxin.  Creating a batch of the stuff took some time, and without access to the ingredients, it was nearly impossible.  After a moment of consideration, he grinned, and fell back into the shadows of his cell.<br/><br/>He began ripping open the waistband of his inmate issue orange pants, careful to avoid dropping the small vial.  When it was free, he began yelling for the guards, screaming and yelling at the top of his lungs.  He began to convulse, to shake and twitch, feigning a seizure.  Like clockwork, the tier guard came running, his keyring in his hand while he frantically searched for the right key.  Finally finding it, he unlocked the cell and rushed in, kneeling next to the convulsing Crane.<br/><br/>Which was just what he wanted.  When the guard's face came near his own, he shoved the small vial into the man's face, shattering the glass and spilling the contents into the man's mouth and nose.  The guard screamed and fell back, the broken glass having sliced into his lips and mouth.  Crane rose, watching with fascination as the toxin began to take effect.  The man's eyes went wide, and he began whimpering, trying to curl himself into a small ball.  Crane chuckled, and reached down, taking the guard's keyring and his taser.  Walking from his cell, he moved slowly toward the Joker's cell, his eyes searching the man's own.<br/><br/>He knew the Joker couldn't be trusted, but Crane was desperate to get his hands on the fear toxin again.  Without it, he was powerless, just plain old Jonathon Crane.  He wasn't the all powerful, all-feared Scarecrow, and he desperately desired that power.  Fumbling with the keys, he finally found the right one to unlock the Joker's cell.  Turning the key, the lock unlatched, and the door slid open.