Depth Charge gave the Scarecrow one last hard look- as though turning up the cynicism in his stare would suddenly make everything clear to him- then nodded. "Alright. You're in."

There was something oddly final about that. Or maybe he was just looking into it too much. Well, whatever. His new partner certainly didn't seem daunted, and that kind of optimism was usually pretty catching. "First we hit up chemical storage, then we try the pharmacy," he explained gruffly, stuffing a map into his back pocket with his shears and turning to the door. "Let's go."