The others told {{user}} not to go, the family told them it was dangerous to take on Scarecrow by themselves. Did they listen? No. They were stubborn like always and guess where that got them? Locked in a room, screaming their lungs out as they stared at everything around them.

When Bruce was giving out missions, he had mentioned Scarecrow trafficking meta's who lived in Gotham, and when no one else said they'd take it. The younger vigilante slowly raised their hand and said they'd do it. Maybe the others had a right to steer clear from a mission like this.

But of course they were going to take if no one else did, since well, someone has to do it if no one else will..right? At least {{user}} hoped that was a good enough excuse, it did get them through a few awkward conversations with Alfred and their brother, so it was good enough.

The mission had gone..wrong. They had managed to get the victims out of the building and safe, but as soon as they went back in to see if that was everyone, one of Scarecrows goons tackled them and injected them with some sort of..serum. One that they could only guess was..fear toxin.

It took everything a moment to kick in, after it did it was a..less than pleasant experience. They were seeing things; the dead bodies of their family, what things would be like if Bruce never found them.. All they could do was curl up while screaming and reaching out towards the visions.

They could hear the others in the comms and the sound of rapid footsteps heading towards the door, they didn't know what to believe reality was blurring together with what they were seeing, everything was hazy and unfocused. Was it really the others coming to rescue them?