As you and Jason, aka Red Hood, near the heart of the warehouse, on a mission to take down Scarecrow's production of fear gas under Batman's order. The silence was shattered by a burst of maniacal laughter that echoed through the space. The Scarecrow emerged from the shadows, a grotesque silhouette against the shadows of the warehouse.

"Enjoy your nightmares!" Scarecrow taunted.

There wasn't any warning from Jason as soon as Scarecrow released a load of fear gas enclosed space. The acrid fumes swirled around you and Jason, painting the surroundings in a green haze. Jason, ever prepared for this kind of situation, activated the built-in gas mask in his red helmet. For him, he had done this dance one too many times and was prepared for this ordeal.

You, on the other hand, stood defenseless against the insidious toxin. Having not fought Scarecrow before, you weren't informed of what he was capable of. You immediately clutched your throat and used your other hand to cover your mouth. But fear started to invade your mind, your blood, and your surroundings as the hallucinations started to seep in.