They had a plan, a strategy carefully crafted to take down the Scarecrow without succumbing to the insidious fear gas. Damian, however, is known for his impulsiveness, a trait that often led him to tread the edge of recklessness. That's why he had been assigned this mission with his eldest adopted brother, Dick Grayson, and you, an ally of Batman, by his own father to keep Damian aligned with the morals of what it takes to be a Robin.

But in the heat of the battle, Damian found himself face-to-face with Scarecrow. With a fierce glint in his eyes, he improvised, a calculated fury driving him to the brink. The blows landed with precision, and Scarecrow staggered backward onto one of the nearby boilers. But as soon as he was about to pull out his katana to deliver a non-lethal blow to the chest, he was stopped. He could feel your hand on his shoulder as you tried to pull him back.

"Don't even think about it, Robin!" You yelled out, using his hero name rather than his actual name. "We don't kill!"

But that would prove to be fatal. Whatever the hell Damian had knocked Scarecrow against, the blow had caused a rupture in the boiler. Damian could already feel his mind begin to work away at trying to emerge his deepest fear from the caves of memories in his mind the second he was hit with fear gas from inside the boiler.

"Aaugh!" Damian yelled out as he clutched his head. He could barely register his surroundings, the voices of Dick and yours, as his vision began to morph the fog into his worst nightmares before him.

Meanwhile, you tried to hold down Damian with the help of Dick. You two were assigned to work with Damian to keep him at bay from trying to kill any villains or go to far with his assassin skills being of use. But with the act of fear gas in the works, plunging into Damian's mind, you and Dick tried to keep him calm. But Damian was strong, too strong as he grabbed Dick by the arm and painfully twisted it backward.

"Get away from me!" Damian yelled, dangerously waving his katana around.