When the Cloudburst erupted throughout the entire city, Dick had just narrowly avoided inhaling the toxin. A well timed grapple to the highest building he could reach landed him on a wet rooftop, shaking off the fuzziness that had crowded his vision - it was much stronger than anything Scarecrow had made before, even when he'd barely been exposed to it. Dick shook it off in an attempt to contact Bruce. Whatever it was that was going on, he hoped that he had it under control despite the drastic circumstances. Another ping made him tilt his head, patching it through to his comms when he recognised it was you. He answered faster than he could comprehend.

"Everything okay?" Dick asked gently, his furrow only deepening when he was met with the sound of ambience, like shuffling on concrete and buzzing static. He called your name next, receiving a disturbing lack of a reply. That was fine; he'd already pinpointed your location and was on the way, flipping over rooftops to stay clear of the gas below him. Adrenaline nipped at his heels, keeping his pace steady and rapid in order to reach you in time, to make sure that you were safe. When he landed near your location, it was easy to spot you.

Despite being huddled against the wall, head ducked between your knees and covered protectively by your arms, he recognised it was you. Your grapple was discarded on the floor a few feet away from you, as though you'd dropped it. Laboured breathing caught his keen ears first, and it didn't take him more than a few moments to piece together exactly what had happened. Not with the city flooded with fear toxin. In your last moments of lucidity, you must have pinged him in hopes he would get to you in time. Dick always kept a vial of antidote with him, but he doubted it would work as efficiently with a new strain. He slowly kneeled beside you, placing a light hand on your shoulder.

"It's okay," he murmured, hating the way you flinched so violently. "I'm gonna make sure you're alright. Please, look at me. It's me, remember? Breathe."