Scarecrow- Cloudburst Effect

  They were running all around him, shouting, screaming, crying. All of them were afraid of something, and if they had a weapon in their hands, they would use it believing they were protecting themselves from the monsters or the serpents or the dark ones with the fiery eyes who were slithering through the sewers.

  Everything in the world was out to hurt them, including their loved ones, but they knew they could save themselves. They would lash out first, before they could be attacked, and kill those damnable… things.

  A numberless pile of bodies littered the Gotham City streets like so much garbage tossed in the dump. Gordon saw his men, cops he’d known for more than a decade, dressed in what had been their finest blues, but now were torn and bloodied. They thought they were doing their jobs, shooting the monsters, but they were just adding more corpses to the piles.

  He called out to stop them, but they turned on him as they turned on all the stray beasts. He ducked into an office building and for a long time hid in a supply room. His city was dying and he wanted to cry. But until and unless he was taken over, too, he had to do everything he could to help.

  But how do I do that without being killed? he wondered. Unfortunately, he didn’t have an answer.

  He braved his way through the building, took the elevator to the twenty-third floor, and stared out through a large window at his city. Even from up here, the city scared the shit out of him.

  He heard every scream. He watched helplessly as men and women fell to the ground, never to get up again. Cars careened through the crowded streets, aiming at pedestrians, running them over. The drivers thought they were saving the city from hell unleashed, never understanding the God-awful truth.

- Batman: Arkham Knight, chapter 37