Episode One: Flight of The Scarecrow Part Two Dr. Mid Nites Office, The Watchtower Just Outside The Earths Orbit Hours Before The Attack on The Morrison Suites So, what do you think, doc? McNider huffs, expediting his expression of displeasure so that the moment doesnt become awkward for either of us. The answer obviously isnt good. Well, Tim, I dont want to lie to you. I really dont ... oh gosh I really dont. He pauses angrily for a moment. ****! He roars. Its bad. Its really ****ing bad. He kicks his desk with the steel toe boot, cracking the fibers apart before kicking and kicking it again. I honestly havent ever seen anyone live through something like this. The wooden desk breaks and splinters. He keeps kicking it. I wonder how long his office furniture usually lasts. ****! So much for bedside manner. How long do you imagine that I have to live? Years, months, dunno? Unfortunately, Tim, I do know. A growth like this is just about guaranteed to run its course within the next two weeks, give or take two or three days. It wouldnt be unexpected if you were to have another episode within the next few days or hours. So dont go out and do ANYTHING exciting, now. I pretty much guarantee itll kill you. What happens if I do get excited? Or something? Youll probably drop to the ground and start spasming. I dont guarantee it, but youll probably lose consciousness. We need to operate damn near right now. What sort of risks do you anticipate running into with an operation like this? Well Tim, lots of risks. You could bleed to death during the operation, you could be infected, some of our enemies may have heard about your condition and take advantage of your vulnerability. So Im damned if I do and damned if I dont. Nah, Tim. These extreme times call for extreme language. You are ****ed if you do and ****ed if you dont. Sorry, doc. But even if it puts my life on the line, I have a measure of responsibility. Theres this killer, were calling her Bloody Mary for now. Its really gruesome stuff. Im not sure how many lives would be on the line while I put this off, but I know that I dont have time to not get excited. You ****ing moron. You and the rest of the Batfamily save more than one life on a regular basis. It hardly takes a second grader to see that youre risking more lives than your own by killing yourself for this lady. Am I right, Archie? Hoo! His avian partner replies from the other room. Think of all the people you wont be around to protect. Hell, youre nineteen years old. Dont you want to start a family or something? If I have a thing in common with Batman, Im pretty sure Id wind up with Deathstrokes daughter, anyway. I walk toward the door, Im not sure that theres anything more to say, but I pivot and face him again. McNider means well. Cant you put a band-aid on it or something. I thought youd never ask, he slings a bottle of pills my way like hes throwing a batarang. Lorazepam: Take one whenever you go out. Dont operate any machinery. Dont mix with alcohol. Dont be a vigilante. McNider turns his back. And dont combine with any other chemicals. Got it? But Im already gone.