Perhaps there was a bit of cleverness to this vacant noble. Or a hint of madness, he suspected. Either way, the more Ashley spoke, the more Crane was tempted to run into him again, as the Scarecrow.

"If you really must know..." He leaned in close and whispered. "Large reptiles." It was a half truth, at least. At the time, he'd been very frightened of the beast living in Arkham's sewers.