Batman: Fear Of Loss

Morals

Rain droplets splattered on the Batwing's blast shield and ran across it. Gotham City was coming into view. Batman slowly pushed on the controls, lowering the craft's altitude.
"Activate scanners," Batman said.
The Batwing rattled for only a moment, sending an invisible wave over the city. Batman tuned to one of the monitors in the tight space as result began to appear.
"Scarecrow wasn't lying, Barbara," Batman said, his eyes dancing across the screen. "Over 50 men guarding each exit from Gotham. All armed."
"What are you going to do?"
"Scarecrow is the priority."
"I'll see what-"
"What?" Batman said sternly, almost yelling.
Barbara sat with her mouth gaping open. She shook her head, coming back to reality. "B-Bruce. You need to see this."
Scarecrow appeared on the holographic display in front of Batman, his image colorless. "Wayne Enterprises: a symbol of Hope in Gotham City, much like the Batman," he said, his teeth clasping together with every word. "And at its heart: Wayne Tower. Thousands await, cowering in their offices - afraid. My toxin will begin seeping through the vents, and all of Gotham's citizens will see the fear in their eyes as they become the instrument of their own demise. That symbol of hope will become a martyr, it's foundation shattered by fear." Scarecrow leaned forward, his gaze cutting through the entirety of Gotham, "It shall be but the first symbol to break tonight."
Scarecrow's images faded away, Oracle taking his place. The Batwing turned, flying over Gotham's tallest buildings. It shook once more, sending another scan across Gotham. "Scarecrow's men are at Wayne Tower. They're rigging some type of device," Batman, his tone flat.
"It's a trap, then. He wants you there," Barbara said.
"I know," Batman said, pulling the vehicle above Wayne Tower.
Barbara's lips thinned and her nostrils flare with the expulsion of hot air. "Be careful," she said.
Batman shut off the projector and ejected himself into the air. His
cape flared, and he thrusted his body downward at an angle. He planted his boots onto the slick, black roof of Wayne Tower with a splash. Lightning flashed behind him, followed by the quake of thunder.
"Access Code: Grayson," Batman said.
"Access: Granted," replied a voice seemingly conjured from thin air.
The slick gravel shifted into two opposite directions, forming an opening in the roof.
Batman landed on the carpeted floor, muffling the sound of his heavy mass. His eyes illuminated, becoming white, and he peered through the window, observing the people below.
Over twenty men, twelve armed and with hostages. He brought his wrist out in front of him, typing a code. Within an instant, the light flickered off. Batman stood back, and thrusted his fist into the glass, breaking it.
"Oh no, it's the Bat!" One of the thugs shouted.
"Get that thing wired, already!" another said.
Batman traveled along the support beams, strewn across the ceilings and designed for this very scenario. But this time, things were different.
Batman dove off, launching himself onto one of the thugs and planting his boot into their face with a vicious crack that boomed throughout the room.
There was then silence.
"Come out, Batman," one the thugs said with a chuckle. "Are ya scared to fight us in the light?" The thugs chuckled, lightning flares that illuminated the building in a red hue.
Batman smiled, swinging down onto two of them, slamming their heads into the floor. He turned, sweeping his arm across the room. Batarangs cut through the air, slicing apart the thugs' firearms.
Batman went into a state of mind, opening himself to his senses, flowing with his surrounds and reacting with ease. Bones shattered, screams filled the air, and gallons of blood stained the tile floor until one thug remained.
Batman rose from one of the thug's bodies, his hands dripping with blood, and he faced the last remaining thug, with a woman in some sort of choke hold. His heart was beating incredibly fast and his hand was shaking violently.
"D-don't come any c-closer! Ya hear? I'll- I'll blow her brains out, Bat!"
Batman stepped closer, unrelenting. His hands clenched into a fist.
"I-I'll do it, man!"
"No you won't," Batman said, grabbing the gun. "You're afraid."
Batman punched the thug, launching him backward into the tower's window.
"Go," Batman said. The woman, coughing, nodded, and ran.
Batman grabbed the thug, blood dripping from his pug-like face. He slammed him into the glass, shattering it.
"H-h-hey! What are you doing?!" the thug screamed, his feet dangling over one hundred stories.
"Where's Scarecrow?!" Batman yelled, holding him by his throat.
"I don't know! I don't know!"
"That's not the answer I want! Tell me!"
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Please!" he yelled.
Batman clenched his teeth. "Then I don't need you," he said, letting go of the man.