“Tell me what you fear, Nigma.”
“…I’m sorry, what?”
“Tell me what you fear.” The Scarecrow leant in closer, his eyes boring into Nigma’s with an expression that was both cold and feverishly intense. “What sends shivers down your spine, what makes you wake up in the night with a scream on your lips?”
“Well…” The Riddler looked thoughtful for a second, then shrugged. “I suppose you could say greatest fear is failure.”
“Is it now?”
“It is. I suppose that’s why I find you so terrifying, Professor Crane - you’re my worst fear given human form.”
It took Crane a second to realise what he had just said.