One night in Gotham City, the red hood was following a lead, hunting down Scarecrow's lair.
"Turn left and go straight until you see a tall gray building, which is located near my apartment. That should be it."
"Thanks, Barbie."
"Code names, red."
"Of course, red." He teased her. "So, what are your plans after patrol?"
"Not now," She sounded annoyed, maybe still heartbroken from her recent breakup with Nightwing two months ago.
"Look out!" She shouted. She could hear the sound of gunshots, but couldn't see anything from the cameras. "Red? Are you alright? Respond to me!"
There was no response, no footage, nothing. The red head started to worry. Jason just came back from the dead, and now he's missing again. A little buzz from the comms started, and she could hear the red hood's surroundings.
"Hello red hood, I prepared something fun for you. Ready the gas." Scarecrow ordered his henchmen. They tied Jason onto a chair, and left him in a glass room, filled with fear gas. The fear gas is something induced by involuntary and sometimes irrational fear in its victims' minds, driving them insane.
"Jason! Wake up." The red head yelled through the coms. The scream woke Jason up, but also made him breathe in the gas. As the gas entered his lungs, he started seeing illusions. He was in Scarecrow's lair no more, but in a dark and creepy warehouse. A dark figure appeared behind him, as he was holding a crowbar. It was a man, with pale skin, blood red lips, green hair and madness in his eyes. The man smiled, maliciously, evilly.
"Stop! Please stop!" Barbara heard Jason cry through the coms. "Jason, get it together. What you're seeing isn't happening right now!" Barbara yelled, as she contacted Cass and Steph for backup. She continued to hear Jason's screams, but didn't know what to do.
"Jason... I don't know what you are seeing, or if you could hear me. I just want to tell you, I'm here for you, the whole bat family is here for you. And... I... ...
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unlocked the door, took down the security devices and disabled their taser guns. All there's left is the henchmen."
Jason chuckled, and whispered, "Thank you, oracle."
He broke the chains, and took his gun out. "That's for you! M@+#$\ F*#$%)." He swung his gun and shot the henchmen with rubber bullets.
He jumped out of the nearest window, and landed on a pile of rubbish.
"I need a shower." After having a rough night, Jason is desperate to relax and chill. He then noticed his wound on his shoulder and arm from the bullet fight, and he was feeling dizzy after jumping out the window. It probably hit his head.
"Are you alright?" Barbara asked. She saw the footage from his camera, and his wound. "Yeah, just fine...." Jason hit the ground before he finished his sentence. "Jason!" There was no response.
The police's daughter rushed out of her apartment, and wheeled out to find him. It was midnight, and it started to rain. She was in a hurry, and didn't bring any umbrella, only her hoodie. She wheeled forward, searching the area near the building he was in. "Jason!" She cried again.
There was a glimpse of a man laying on the middle of the sidewalk, soaking in rainwater. The man turned his head, seeing a blurred vision of a red-haired girl, on a wheelchair, coming his way. He stood up slowly, and walked to her. She was soaking wet, Can't tell if it's raindrops or tears on her cheek.
He kneeled down in front of her. Their faces were only inches apart. He dropped his head on her shoulder, and whispered something that made her blush. He wrapped his hands around her, hugged her tightly. She patted his head in return.
It was midnight, the streets were quiet. Gotham city skies are gray and dull. And the midnight rain had gotten bigger and bigger, until the next morning. Where the rays of sun shown on the streets of Gotham.
