Jason Todd would rather die than admit he needed help. But right now, it was looking like he was just about to have to make that decision. Tracking Scarecrow was supposed to be a walk in the park. He did things like this on the regular.

An anonymous tip off had told him that the villain would be near the abandoned car factories in the far west end of Gotham, holding a meeting to distribute new samples of his fear toxin. But once he had dropped into one of the buildings, he had found it empty except for a faint foggy haze.

He had turned around, ready to call the mission a dud when the fog got thicker. It surrounded him, blinding his senses, biting at his eyes, suffocating him. And he could only hold his breath for so long. The thick haze enveloped him, making its way into his lungs, up his nerves, and latching onto his brain. It was Scarecrow's newest form of fear toxin.

Images of horror took over his brain. Loved ones dying, getting tortured. His time with Joker. Being replaced. Everything he feared most. And there was no one there to save him, not this time.