Screams for help lured Scarecrow to the alleyway behind his apartment. Three figures struggled in the moonlit shadows. Scarecrow recognized the figure and voice of "Fox" Gant. His silver pistol flowed into his hand without conscious thought as he rushed towards her assailants. Blood covered Fox's face and her clothes were torn, yet still she struggled, kicking out at her attackers in an attempt to free herself.
Scarecrow's pistol barked twice, echoing in the night. Both men dropped, one dead before he hit the ground, a hole drilled in his forehead, while the second moaned and clutched at his stomach. Fox, free of her captors, fell to the floor. Her hair hung over her face as she gasped for breath. She grabbed Scarecrow's jacket as he landed on one knee beside her.

"Assassins! More coming. Looking for you!"

Footsteps sounded behind them. A quick glance showed more men heading their way. Before he could act pain seared into Scarecrow's neck. His legs collapsed. As his eyes closed he saw the needle in Fox's left hand. Her right clawed at her face, pulling away shreds of latex to reveal the predatory grin of an unknown woman.

"That's for my brother, Scarecrow!"