You were fighting scarecrow with Bátman as the vents hissed “Put on your rebreather!” Bruce shouted as he put his over his mouth. Fear Gas wasn’t fun to inhale, the nightmares always felt real

“My rebreathers broken” You said in dismay as you looked at the broken filter on your rebreather. The gas was growing around you and Bruce and you were scared, sure you haven’t fully inhaled the Fear Toxin yet but you knew you would as your rebreather was broken

Bruce went over to you and placed the broken mask against your face “Getting any clean air?” He asked

You shook your head and he quickly found his spare rebreather and placed it over your mouth and nose “Deep breaths” He said gently as he sat you down, you had already inhaled some of the gas