This was all his fault. You, the person he cared about more than anything else in the world, had been captured by Scarecrow. And it was all because he had let you go on patrol on your own. He knew you weren't ready, he knew it was a bad idea, but he wanted to stop being so protective. Now look where it got him. When you didn't meet at your scheduled rendezvous point, he knew something was wrong. Then he had gotten the SOS from your communicator, and tracking your location he found that you were at one of Scarecrow's warehouses. He could only imagine the terror and torture Scarecrow was putting you through...

Scarecrow didn't even bother tying you to a chair or restraining you in any way. Instead, he had merely shoved you into a cold, windowless room in the warehouse and commented on how he was testing out a 'new strain' of toxin. Then the room had filled with a greenish gas that seemed to be suffocating you. The choking became the least of your worries quickly, however, as the fear part kicked in quickly.

Scenes of terror filled your vision as the hallucinations started. Reliving your past, your deepest fears, your loved ones dying right in front of you. The mirages didn't let up. You had no idea how long it had been going on for, and you could barely even ground yourself in reality anymore.

Dick got to the warehouse as fast as he could, putting his gas mask on and rushing into the building to find you. His heart hammered against his ribcage, nearly threatening to fall out. He kicked down the doors of the room you were in. You were curled into a ball in the corner, mumbling something, your face wet with tears. His stomach twisted into one huge knot as he knelt down next to you, placing a tentative hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, it's me. You're okay, you're safe." He spoke quietly, knowing he needed an antidote for the amount of toxin you had been poisoned with.