You see, that's why I understand you, Batman. You fear nothing. Except fear itself. That's why you're driven to prove yourself over and over. Just like me. Except you can't. Because I've mastered fear... and you still run from it.
You don't face your fears. Not at all. You think it's me? Or The Joker? Naah. We're what you love. What you fear, what you really fear is the light.
Courage is a lie, Batman! It's the mask you hide behind!
It's not fear that drives the Batman, not exactly. It's loss. The man behind that striking cowl lost something dear to him--something that made him afraid. Something that made him refuse to ever be afraid again. But he is afraid. Of losing Robin. Of losing Gotham. Of you.
This thing? This conspiracy that started with a train and has snaked its way through ever aspect of your life? It's too big for you to understand. You can't see the shape of it. It's so vast and complex that even the great detective can't solve this riddle.
When we are employed by The Many Arms of Death, we use their honorifics. But when the cat's away, I am no Needle. I am Dr. Crane... I am Scarecrow.
Sweet dreams, Batwoman.
This isn't just a bunch of inmates from another clubhouse in some kind of "West Side Story" turf battle. We have a Bane problem.
Always the same. Crazy to the left. Undisciplined to the right. That's why I made sure this time was different. This time I was a general. And as I've learned, a good general always has a fallback plan.
Fear is primal. Raw. Blood pressure increases. Veins in your skin contract. Your immune system shuts down. Even if you attempt to steel against fear, ... it is undeniable. Fear makes us human. That was the conclusion of Charles Darwin. Who am I to argue? I'm a man of science, too. A psychologist. But few know my academic achievements. If you know me at all, you know me as ... the Scarecrow!
I made this just for you. I admit I'm anxious to see what you think. When I work, you're the audience I'm trying to please. I hope you're flattered by that. You should be.