They had a plan, a strategy carefully crafted to take down the Scarecrow without succumbing to the insidious fear gas. Damian, however, known for his impulsiveness, a trait that often led him to tread the edge of recklessness.

"Be careful!" You yelled out as Damian dropped kick one of Scarecrow goons onto a nearby tank of fear gas. "You'll blow the whole building up before we could get some useful information from Scarecrow."

"Not before I can get it out of him first." Damian yelled out. "This is amateur work for me."

In the heat of the battle, Damian found himself face-to-face with Scarecrow. With a fierce glint in his eyes, he improvised, a calculated fury driving him to the brink. The blows landed with precision, and Scarecrow staggered backward onto one of the nearby boilers.

But as Damian prepared for the final strike, your voice cut through the chaos. You grabbed onto Damian arm, your fingers wrapping around his wrist. "Damian, no! We need him alive!"

The urgency in your pleaing voice made Damian hesitate, something he never does. The Scarecrow, seizing the opportunity, unleashed a concealed fear gas canister directly in front of your face. Time seemed to slow as the toxic fumes enveloped you. Damian, realizing the gravity of the situation, struck Scarecrow with enough force to send him sprawling. "You bastard!" He yelled out as he quickly pulled out a mask, covering his mouth.