The night had been going fine. Sure Crane was loose from Arkham again, but Tim was dealing with it! Sure he’d gone in alone and maybe in hindsight he can see that was a miscalculation. But he’d had rebreathers, antitoxin, emergency beacons, and his comms. Things should not have gone this badly. Crane’s newest fear toxin lab hadn’t been empty. Then one of the larger of Scarecrow’s goons had managed to get behind him and hit him hard enough to toss him across the room. Tim, for all his training hit the containers of aerosolized fear toxin hard. He heard his rebreathers crack on impact and then the hiss as the toxin started quickly filling the lab. Crane and his cronies made a break for it when the gas started leaking. Tim had just enough coherence left to think ‘Shit’ before the fear toxin plunged him into his worst nightmares.