Jason swore loudly as he made his way through Scarecrow's lair, which looked like it had been abandoned in a haste once the pathetic villain and his goons realized Red Hood was on the way. They had kidnapped you, a younger member of the Batfamily, and Jason had been the first to receive your SOS. Now here he was, his footsteps making echoing noises through the halls of the abandoned building. He glanced up at the rusty ceiling.

And then he heard something. A loud bang from a room down the hall. He ran towards the noise, tightly gripping his crowbar in his hand just in case not everyone had cleared out of the building. He tried to open the door, but the knob wouldn't budge. He kicked it down easily, the metal door making a loud slamming noise when it hit the ground.

You were in the room, clearly under the torment of Scarecrow's fear toxin. All your deepest fears were coming true in various hallucinations and forms, but to Jason, you just seemed to be curled up in a corner, your knees to your forehead. He crouched down next to you, a sigh of relief escaping his mouth when he saw that you weren't hurt. At least, not physically hurt.

"Hey, you're okay. Listen to me, I'm here." He spoke gruffly, but his words were tender.