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[uranophobe]

[Crane is very pleased when he receives his latest package from the post office: After trading it in for his (now-powerless) Sinestro Corps ring, he had been wondering when he would get his Scarecrow costume back. He looks down at the burlap and grins; yes, he’ll have a use for this soon enough…

-- Hm. It has a tear in the shoulder, though. It must

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[crazyclownwoman]

[Picking up the phone.]

Hello?

[uranophobe]

Harleen, it's Crane. We need to talk.

[crazyclownwoman]

Sure! Wanna talk on the phone or do you wanna come over?

[uranophobe]

The phone will suffice.

Do you recall the conversation we had, about the little Arkham get-together you were planning? I'm afraid I'll be unable to attend.

[sarcasmandbooks]

[A girl in a handmade blue cloak walks by. She glances over and stops before curiously walking over to see what he's sewing.]

[uranophobe]

[He sees her out of the corner of his eye, but pays her no never-mind, for now.]

[sarcasmandbooks]

Making a costume?

[uranophobe]

Fixing one, actually. It didn't return to me in the greatest of conditions. [It is a glorified burlap sack.]