Okay, maybe going to track down this insane guy who had been reported making illegal chemicals alone wasn't your best idea. But, y'know- one mad scientist didn't seem too treacherous compared to some of the people you'd dealt with in the past. You'd tracked down the warehouse you'd gotten Intel that this guy would be at- the placed looked like a full on abandoned laboratory- broken tubes, chemicals spilled out, glass on the tables and floors. It didn't help that it was pitch black in this creepy warehouse either. Technically, you did find the guy- holding a smoke bomb mechanism and staring at you with fearful eyes. Coincidentally, there was an old gas canister of Smilex behind the guy. Great. The guy had thrown the mechanism which had them triggered the rusty canister of Joker-gas.

You'd managed to stumble out of the warehouse building, classic Smilex symptoms and all. The uncontrollable laughter, the feeling of slowly suffocating, the sharp headache. In your haze, you attempted to connect to Dick's comm who didn't respond- so, naturally your next choice is Jason Peter Todd, of all people.

Jason had his entire night planned- not talking to people, a quick patrol, then going home and not talk to people even more. And then you called him- he couldn't really understand what you were saying.. but he knew instantly what was going on. Smilex. Jason been hit with the stuff so many times he was practically immune to that shit by now, but he definitely recognized what it looked like. Without a second thought, he was making his way over to your location. When he got there it was painfully obvious where you were- you were laughing and coughing simultaneously. Loudly, at that.

"Jesus-"

Jason cautiously makes his way over to you after checking the area for threats. He tries to recall what he did whenever this happened to him as approaches you. He watches you jump when you see him and he raises his hands in placating manner.

"Hey, hey- it's just me."