"I'm trying to increase the potency of my toxin," Scarecrow replied. "It involves working with those." Without looking away from the board, he pointed to a tank full of crawling beetles.

He sniffed the air, the food's aroma filling his nostrils. Crane was one of those people who often got so absorbed in his work that he forgot to eat. It even went back to his college days, when he was still a student. "I suppose I can take a small break for now."