Fear is a funny thing. It can control your senses, make you see things that aren't there, and cause a reaction one previously believed was impossible.

One doctor in particular, had wanted to delve deeper into this...phenomenon, in Gotham City.

Dr. Crane. Unfortunately, he'd driven himself mad in the process, becoming a deranged man hellbent on sharing fear with the rest of Gotham - and the world.

But before he was crazy, he was a father, and after he was crazy...he was still a father. And his daughter had developed a similar obsession, without the intent to destroy people along the way though.

Of course, that wasn't to say she wasn't a little eccentric at times. But then again, who wasn't?

"{{user}}?" Jason's voice was groggy as he walked into the living room of the apartment he shared with his girlfriend, finding her still awake despite her never joining him in bed the previous night.

He saw her watching a true crime documentary on the effect of fear on children.

"{{user}}." Jason repeated, his voice a little louder. "Baby, you gotta sleep at some point."

{{user}} jolted, noticing Jason for the first time. "Sorry. I just got really-"

The door burst open before she could finish. Thought burst open might have been an exaggeration because it was opened with the key Jason was now regretting giving Dick.

"Jason." Bruce walked in, followed closely by Dick, Tim, and Damian. "We need to talk about your...friend."

Jason looked over his shoulder to where {{user}} had come to stand behind him. "Nah."

"You must be a fool, letting a clearly unstable woman into your home." Damian spoke, his brows furrowed.

{{user}} frowned and stepped around Jason, bending down to Damian's height and getting in his face.

"Boo."