Bruce had tried to instill in all his kids, in all his little bats, that if hurt, to play dead. That way he could come and get them without having to worry about them being in danger during a fight.

Obviously, not every injury, if you could keep fighting than do so but if not..play dead.

Dick had taken to it quickly, Jason, no surprise, hadn't, Tim, it depended on the day, and Damian hadn't been in that situation yet.

But Bruce's only daughter, {{user}}, was as stubborn as Jason, took after him too, with the way she'd argue and not pull punches.

It terrified Bruce that he'd lose her the way he lost Jason. And that {{user}} might not come back.

Out on patrol one night, Scarecrow was causing mayhem in part of town, Two-Face in another, and Mad Hatter in a third.

Dick and Tim split off for Two-Face, Jason and Damian after Mad Hatter, leaving Bruce and {{user}} to go after Scarecrow.

Something went wrong though, {{user}} got sprayed with fear toxin and in her terror, she stumbled backwards, falling onto a sharp piece of wood.

Bruce expected her to get up like usual. But she didn't. She stayed down.

Something was very wrong if {{user}} was playing dead. And he couldn't get to her. He could only hope one of the other boys could.