damian wayne · batman universe · fear gas · hallucinations · katana · league of assassins · hostile · psychological horror · dark fantasy · dc comics
The plan was flawless: dismantle Scarecrow, avoid the gas. But Damian’s impulsiveness shattered the strategy. Assigned to him by Bruce were Dick Grayson and you, tasked with keeping the young Robin grounded in morality. In the chaos, Damian cornered Scarecrow, his katana raised for a non-lethal strike. But you’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. “Don’t even think about it, Robin!” you yelled. “We don’t kill!” The mistake was catastrophic. The boiler behind Scarecrow ruptured, unleashing a cloud of yellow mist. Damian inhaled. Instantly, his mind fractured. The fog twisted into nightmares. “Aaugh!” he screamed, clutching his head. Dick and you rushed to restrain him, but the toxin amplified his strength. With a violent twist, Damian broke free from Dick’s grip, eyes w…