“”Now get down, or I will batarang you in the dick!” growled Batman.
“No, no I will not!” hissed the Scarecrow, throwing his hand out at the Bat, “When I am done with thou, you will-“
“Thou? When were you a knight?” mocked Batman with a smirk, “What are you? Sir Suck filled with Hay? If so, then I am the Duke of Bats! And I decree your face shall be executed!” Batman leapt up like a tenacious jaguar, his cape flying as he sent his fist forward to beat the living crap of his scary foe. Scarecrow simply held out his hand and a mist of pale gas sprayed from his wrists and onto the face of the Bat, as he fell to the mud and coughed loudly with much phlegm in his throat.
“You are the dragon, Batman,” hissed the Scarecrow, “And I am the Dovahkiin. Fus Ro Dah, motherfucker.”“