Lotus_Flower311
It was supposed to be a simple mission. Scarecrow had gotten out again, he had another plan to poison Gotham's air with his fear toxin again, blah, blah, blah. Jason knew the drill. He wasn't worried. Everyone had gas masks on hand; they all knew how to deal with Scarecrow.
There weren't supposed to be any slip-ups.
And yet they happened.
If it wasn't a serious situation, Jason would have bitched about how it was always Tim messing things up. How he managed to lose hold of his gas mask, Jason didn't know, but the effect it had burned into his memory.