Ravenwing *Discontinued*

Chapter 8

Batman P.O.V (because both my main characters are unconscious XD)

     When I got to the nightclub, I saw essentially the opposite of what I had expected. The power had been cut and the nightclub was nearly empty, the only exception being Nightwing. He was lying on the floor with a thin line of blood on his throat. I walked over to him and gently shook his shoulder.

     "Nightwing?" I asked when he didn't stir. I had trained him to sleep lightly. "Nightwing, it's Batman."

     Finally, he began to wake up. "Batman?" he muttered. "Where's Nightraven?"

     "That's what I was just wondering actually," I informed him. "What do you remember?"

     I helped him up and he looked around. "Well," he started. "Scarecrow showed up and said he wanted to talk to Nightraven, so she went up to stall him while I got the civilians out-" he noticed my look of confusion. "Hey, it wasn't my idea! Anyways, I had just managed to get everyone out when a couple of Scarecrow's goons attacked me. I managed to take care of one of them, but while I was distracted I think the other one got me with some kind of knockout drug."

     "And now Nightraven's gone," I pointed out. "It seems to me that Scarecrow took Nightraven with him when he left."

     Nightwing's face tightened with anger and he punched a wall. "Idiot," he muttered to himself. "I let myself get knocked out. I should have done something."

     I placed a hand on his shoulder. As much as he may not like me, I couldn't stand to see him this way.

     "There was nothing you could have done," I told him. "Blaming yourself won't help Nightraven."

     He took a deep breath and nodded.

     "Do we have a way of locating Scarecrow?" he asked.

     I gave him a look. "Of course we do," I told him. "But depending on whether or not he managed to find and deactivate her suit's tracker, it could take some time."

     He turned away from me and took a few deep breaths before responding. "Well," he began, turning to face me. "We had better hope he wasn't able to. Are we bringing Robin on this one?"

     I gave it a moment of thought before deciding. "It would be a good idea to bring him along," I said. "Besides, we do have to return to the Batcave in order to locate Scarecrow."

     "Well then," Nightwing replied, heading for the door. "Let's get going."

- Christina P.O.V -

     I woke up in a strange room and was immediately alert. I still couldn't believe I had gotten myself captured. There was no one else in the room, so I quickly assessed my situation.

     I had been left with my mask as well as my belt and seemingly all of its contents. I was in an empty gray room with what I assumed was a two-way mirror on one wall, and a door on the opposite wall. There was also a small speaker built into the ceiling above me. In fact, no sooner had I noticed it then Scarecrow's voice echoed through the room.

     "Oh good," he said. "You're awake. Now I wouldn't bother attempting escape or trying to break the mirror. In fact, what I suggest is calmly savouring your last few moments of precious sanity. I'm not sure if you realized yet, but I have removed any air filtration devices from both your mask and belt. I am looking forward to seeing your reaction to my new gas, it was so boring watching people realize the hallucinations weren't real when they couldn't touch them, so I altered the formula. Enjoy the fear!"

     Gas began to seep from previously invisible vents in the walls. I scrambled away from the vents, breathing clean air for as long as I could. When all the clean air was gone, I held my breath. And when I could no longer hold my breath, I was forced to breath the gas.

     Knowing that there was now no way to prevent what would happen, I stood and walked to the center of the room. If I was going to be forced to face my worst fears, I could at least be brave in the time leading up to it. However, all too soon, the gas kicked in and my horrors began to show.

     The gray room around me changed until I could no longer see the walls. The floor beneath me was rocky, and the area was somehow lit with a dim red glow. Then something else - or should I say many other things - shimmered into existence.

     As far as my vision extended, there were monsters of all kinds. All the monsters I'd ever fought - and believe me I'd fought a lot of monsters - were now surrounding me, and they were angry. One part of my brain tried to be logical, screaming that they weren't real, that they were because of the gas, but the rest of my mind wouldn't listen. My mind seemed to only be capable of two rational thoughts : "I'm surrounded" and "I'm going to die".

     Spinning in a circle in a panic, I looked for an escape as the monsters closed in. Out of blind luck, I spotted a wall and began to shove through the crowd of monsters to get to it. One of them got a bite out of my shoulder as I ran past, but I brely even felt it. Putting my back to the wall, I turned back to face the horde. Then it changed again.

     Every single monster chenged into a gigantic spider. I won't lie, I let out a small shriek. I detested spiders. I squeezed my eyes shut so I wouldn't have to look at them, and pressed even closer to the wall as I heard them hissing and approaching.

     Some part of my rational mind must have kicked in, because I seized my dagger from my belt and began to swing it wildly in front of me. I have no idea how long I was there, eyes squeezed shut swinging wildly at anything that tried to approach me, before someone grabbed my wrist.

     "Christina," a familiar voice urged. "We have to go. Come on!"

     Desperate for an escape from the spiders, I kept my eyes shut and ran along behind my rescuer as they held my wrist to guide me. It wasn't until we had run quite a long way and the sounds of hissing and pursuit had stopped that I finally opened my eyes. Big mistake.

     "No," I muttered, stumbling away from my "rescuer". "No, it can't be."

     "Christina?" he asked, turning towards me. "What's wrong?"

     I fell and dropped my dagger in trying to get away, but continued to scramble away until I hit a wall.

     "Stay away from me!" I yelled.

     He grabbed me and made me stand. I attempted to struggle away, but I was helpless as he raised a knife in his hand.

     "Jason," I whimpered. "Please."

     Then he drove the knife towards my chest and everything went black.

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A/N:

I finally updated! Sorry guys, but it was my dad and stepmom's wedding on Monday night, so we spent the weekend getting the house ready. I'm staying up late typing this instead of sleeping, because I didn't want to keep you guys waiting. I hope you liked the chapter!

Thanks for reading,

Heather