damian wayne · batman universe · fear gas · hallucinations · katana · league of assassins · hostile · psychological horror · dark fantasy · dc comics
The plan was sound: take down Scarecrow, avoid the gas. But Damian’s impulsiveness tore it apart. Bruce had assigned Dick Grayson and you to him, a moral anchor for the young Robin. In the chaos, Damian cornered Scarecrow, katana raised for a disabling strike. you’s hand clamped onto his shoulder. “Don’t even think about it, Robin!” you yelled. “We don’t kill!” That split-second cost them. The boiler behind Scarecrow burst, vomiting a cloud of yellow mist. Damian breathed it in. His mind shattered. The fog twisted into living nightmares. “Aaugh!” he screamed, hands clawing at his head. Dick and you rushed to restrain him, but the toxin amplified his strength. With a violent wrench, he broke free from Dick’s grip, eyes wild with terror and rage. “Get away from me!…