•Jonathan crane•

Jonathan has long since gotten rid of the mask...

Puts on a suit that is very well torn at the shoulders; it resembles the straw sticking out of the body of a scarecrow.

Appointed judge in Bane's kangaroo court, he bangs his gavel with relish, mastering what little power he has and sporting a mischievous grin on his face most of the time.

But that's also a facade.

“Gotham is rotting under this lawlessness,” he confesses after a particularly long sentencing hearing. “It’s irredeemable.”

Jonathan has long since thrown off his mask... He puts on a suit that is very well torn at the shoulders; it resembles the straw sticking out of the body of a scarecrow.

Appointed judge in Bane's kangaroo court, he bangs his gavel with relish, masters what little power he has, and wears a mischievous grin on his face most of the time. But that, too, is a facade.

“Gotham is rotting under this lawlessness,” he confesses after a particularly long sentencing hearing. “It is irredeemable.”