It was three thirty in the goddamn morning when Barbara Gordon woke up from her sleep. Used to early nights, she was up immediately when the campus-wide alert rang through her dorm. Her roommate Kathy Kane rubbed sleep out of eyes as she yawned "'s going on?"
Barbara turned to face her to answer when the intercom rang again, giving her the answer.
"A bright and early morning to you students. In case you do not know my voice, allow me to introduce myself. I am known as Dr. Jonathon Crane, though I am sure you are more familiar with my media persona Scarecrow. I am just delighted to tell you all that you have been chosen for a social experiment! Be advised that those who ate from the school cafeteria for dinner and lunch will be our test group, and the others our control!"
Barbara's heart sank at the voice.
"You see, within your various salads, sandwiches, hamburgers, etc and etcà there was a bit of time delayed formula. Brilliant piece of engineering really. Without it being in aerosol form, it was far more concentrated and thus took me quite some time to dilute it enough for you. Anyway, within oh, say twenty minutes, you will find that your mental state will change. You may find yourself clawing at the walls. Assaulting your friends. Screaming yourself hoarse. Now I am certain a few of you have had the initiative to contact the police. Allow me to say that I have also locked every door and have place a lovely varieties of common explosives all over, sayà your doors. The entryways. Your classrooms. In fact I don't believe it an exaggeration to say this entire campus has been rigged to explode."
Kathy looked pale, Barbara noticed. Then realization struck like a thunderbolt. Barbara had cooked lunch today before heating up leftovers for dinner. Kathy on the other hand had gone to grab a salad on her way back from Criminology.
"Now what will you do everyone? Will you defend yourself against maddened hordes? Will you ignore their cries for help? What are you in the dark?"
Barbara looked for options as Kathy began to sob. The fear solutions Crane worked hadn't kicked in yet, but with Kathy about to break down, her fears would consume her instantly.
"Let's find out."
"Kathy, it's okay. I'm here, I'm here. You'll be okay. You won't hurt me. You're my best friend,ö Barbara soothed.
The beautiful blonde nodded as she continued to cry. "I never thought it would be like this. I thoughtà"
"It's okay,ö Barbara repeated. "I'm here. I won't leave you."
"Really?"
"No, I won't," Barbara reassured before a quick press of a pressure point had Kathy unconscious.
"I'm so sorry," Barbara whispered, knowing the girl couldn't hear her. "But it's better this way."
With Kathy unconscious, Batgirl could go out and stop Crane. She wouldn't be able to harm anyone. But Barbara had first hand experience of what fear toxin could do even to the senseless.
She didn't exactly keep her costume in the closet, but Bruce Wayne had sent her a small dresser just barely big enough to fit in her dorm. It was hand-crafted and beautiful, but Barbara was more grateful for the hidden compartment. It was hidden so well the crease was invisible to the naked eye, but Barbara managed and slipped into the armored bodysuit.
As Batgirl, the first thing she did was get on the open comline the Batfamily held to report. Alfred was the one to listen and her heart sank as he told her that Bruce was all the way across town. He did promise her backup as soon as possible however. Though she held the bare basics in her utility belt, she was very short on supplies in her costume. Batgirl would have to wait until help arrived before she could do anything. She didn't want to risk setting off any explosions.
She sat next to her friend, watching her start to shiver. Batgirl's right hand grabbed hold of one hand and used her left to run it down the girl's clenched fist.
"It's okay. I'm here, I'm here. It'll be okay Kathy. Just hang on."
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Robin and Terry had only just gotten back to the Cave when Alfred showed up. As automated clamps reached out to stabilize the boat and refuel it,
"Masters Timothy and Terry, a problem has come up. Miss Gordon requests aid at her university. It seems the Scarecrow has infiltrated the school grounds."
He explained further as Tim and Terry both swabbed their wounds with disinfectants, cleaners, and the like before wrapping bandages around themselves. Tim was far worse off than Terry, whose suit had protected him from everything Tsukuri had to offer. Tim had taken a few heavy hits from King Snake, but had luckily avoided anything that would take him out from the fight.
Alfred had been busy creating antidotes for the fear toxin. He handed them a series of vials and syringes, explaining their dosages as he did so. "Of course,ö Alfred concluded "if the formula has drastically changed, then it's quite likely this will not be completely effective. At best there may only be a slight relief from the pain, at worst it may be completely ineffective, possibly even heighten the pain. When you find a victim, send me data readouts or blood sample results as soon as possible."
Both Tim and Terry cleared space on their belts for the antidotes and set out on the plane. Tim, as the one most familiar with the jet, did the pre-flight checks and set the destination before the two flew out. Minutes later when the duo reached the University, Robin set its computers on scanning for mines and explosives. He linked the jet's computers to hid heads up display as did Terry with considerably more difficulty considering the fact that his suit's computers were too advanced to properly interfaced with the archaic systems.
"That's weird. As far as I can tell, Scarecrow is alone. He's not exactly the toughest guy around when it comes to hand and hand, so normally he hides behind some beefy guys," Robin explained to Terry.
"Soàwhat? Should we split up?" Terry asked though he felt embarrassed at the fact he was relying on his junior. "The campus is big.ö
"It depends. Scarecrow likes to have a personal touch, so he might actually be in the dorms. But since he's alone and knows we're probably on the way, he might be anywhere. If he's watching on the cameras, he might be in security rooms. Let's decide once we reach Batgirl."
Yeah, that wasn't a meeting Terry was looking forward to very much. Last time the Commissioner had gotten involved with him, she'd been actively trying to bring him to justice, thinking him a murderer. If she was that hard then, well going to be that hard, he had no clue what she would be like now.
The two hovered over the dorm Batgirl was supposed to live in. Even from their high vantage point, the various hoots and howls of the sick population below could be heard when they opened their cockpits to the night sky. When Barbara Gordon's room had been assigned, Bruce had ensured she would have a window for easy entry and escapes. The two vigilantes took advantage and snuck in and were greeted by the sight of a tense looking Batgirl and a trembling blonde who was crying out in her sleep.
Robin looked ready to toss the antidote before Terry put an arm to block him. He ignored the confused and dirty looks from his comrades before carefully drawing blood, then used his onboard computers to scan her blood. As the test results were being made, he made the go-ahead gesture to Robin. Thankfully, a few seconds after the injection, the crying girl's fit subsided and she fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.
Terry radioed the successful results to the Cave before turning his attention to Batgirl. He couldn't really tell under the hood, but the Commissioner was actually pretty hot. Well, was hot. Whatever. He did not want to have those kinds of thoughts in his head because honestly, his life was screwed up enough already.
"Who's this?" Batgirl asked Robin. "Al-someone told me there was going to be backup but-"
"This is him," Tim interjected.
"Nice to meet you I'm Batman,ö Terry said before extending a hand.
At her confused look he clarified "A few decades in the future anyway."
Batgirl shot Robin an æis he serious?' look before turning her attention back to him.
"Right, well, um," she started, taken off guard by the time-traveler.
"You're the one who knows this place best Batgirl. Where do you think Scarecrow is?" Robin asked.
"That's not the important part right now," Batgirl said before asking them how much antidote they carried. After they answered she nodded in approval before telling them they had to get the antidote circulated in the school sprinkler system.
"Since you don't have enough to dose them one by one, it's our only option. I am not letting that maniac having his way here. These people are my friends. We help them first before anything else."
The other two agreed before asking about the teachers. Unfortunately, a great deal of them lived off campus, and nothing could be done about them. Along with the various fraternities, sororities, not to mention the countless students who drove to school from Gotham, not all of them could be reached. All they could hope for was to alert the hospitals to any student or faculty not actually present in school and hope the antidotes would arrive on time.
"Sprinklers are in the basement." Batgirl said.
The three made their way down as quickly as they could. Scarecrow had apparently been bluffing about the explosives at each room but the group's collective hearts sank at the obvious sight of a plastic explosive staring them in the face once they reached the water control system of the building.
"Worse news, there's a lot more hooked up that you can't see," Terry confirmed with his suit's eyes.
"Frightening isn't it? To come so close, yet to see that you're so far away. Welcome to school. I will be your teacher today. Now I see we have a new face, please introduce yourself to the class."
Terry ignored the voice on the intercom as he boosted his motion trackers to the maximum. He forcibly disabled any limitations on the x-ray vision of his visors, straining to see as much as possible. Damn, damn, damn this man.
"Guys, I think I see him."
"Where?ö the two others demanded.
"Another building. I don't know what it's called, but I can go there. I'll go alone, you two try and disable the wires. When I take down Scarecrow, I should be able to disable whatever systems he's set up."
"Are you crazy?" Robin hissed. "You can't go alone. One of us is coming with you."
Terry hesitated. Backup was always nice but this was different. If any of the two people in front of him got hurt, or worse killed, he might not even exist in the future. He had to play everything carefully. Dr. Fate's words about the fragile timelines, all the consequences of his actions, and the destruction of history's immune system echoed through his mind. There was no other choice. He had to go alone.
"Batman and Nightwing should be here anytime soon. Until then, it's our job to make sure everyone gets out okay. That means both of you work on this until they get here with the equipment we need to cut through. Besides, I need to breath his gas right? Built-in rebreather. I'll be fine," he tried to assure.
Before either of them could protest he vanished, turning on his camo to make sure they wouldn't follow. He hadn't told them Scarecrow's location either. He flew up, keeping on his x-ray vision the whole time, unwilling to be tricked.
Scarecrow turned out to be incredibly cocky. Hearing Terry come to his location, he stepped forward into the light to mock him.
"So the new boy eh? Never quite introduced yourself did you?"
Terry ignored the man once more before leaping forward. His rebreather had already come up and he burst through the fear gas like it wasn't even there.
öVery impressive young man."
"Shut up,ö he snarled lifting the man bodily with one hand. He slammed the skinny man down onto the tiled floors before putting a boot on the psychopath's throat. The man raised his arms to Terry's leg to try and pry his foot off.
"How do you disable the explosives?"
"You can't seriously expect me to tell you do you? What will you do? Dangle me out of a rooftop? Inflict bodily harm? I know how you people work and how effective your methods are better than yourselves! But no need to worry. The master control switch to all of my systems are right there. Two rooms over in fact."
"And why are you telling me this after you just told me how worthless it would be to interrogate you?" Terry demanded, placing the slightest bit of pressure on the former teacher's throat.
"Because I find that the slightest bit of hope makes your fears taste that much sweeter."
Terry screamed and fell as every nerve on his body was set alight. Scarecrow's hand had just stabbed with something that had gone through his suit's armor like a hot knife through butter. In fact, the unknown weapon was somehow shutting off his suit's displays, locking each limb down and collapsing the rigid frame it normally formed. His suit pooled around Terry, and a gasp of cool Gotham air told him his rebreather had failed.
The Scarecrow lifted himself up before patting dirt off his already dirty suit before straightening the noose that served as his tie.
"Very arrogant of you. Now then, what shall I do with you? Hmm yes, a concentrated dose I think. Not enough to kill you immediately of course, where's the fun in that?"
Without ceremony, the man lifted his right hand, swapped out a canister for another before thrusting the aerosol shooter in Terry's face. A long burst of gas streamed out, and Terry's attempt to hold his breath failed as the Scarecrow slammed a foot into his stomach, forcing his body to wheeze.
"Let's make this special shall we? I recently acquired a gift from one of my fellow inmates at the Asylum. An intellectual, though admittedly one with a terrible vice. Here it is!" Scarecrow jubilantly cried as he thrust a raggedy hat into Terry's face.
"I'm not sure if you recognize this, but dear old Jervis uses this as a very crude nerve control device though recently he's refined it to make it respond to more cerebral forces. Emotions in particular. Unfortunately the poor man seems to think happiness is all that people need. Well, this little hat however should be proof enough that the opposite is true."
The hat was carefully placed on Terry's head before he tapped a button on the hat and it began to contract.
"Painful I know, but this requires skin-to-skin contact. I'm sure it won't hurt too much."
Terry's screams grew even louder as sharp needles sank deep into the suit before puncturing his helmet. He screamed as needles sank through flesh and bone before coming to a stop.
"Let's see what makes you tick."
Everything went black.
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Jonathon Crane looked at the skinny little figure lying in front of him before grasping hold and began to drag the man. Dead weight certainly earned its name he mused. He grunted to lift the figure into the laundry chute right after placing the tiny electronic he'd been given on the fabric. He watched the already miniscule device flatten out until it couldn't be seen as the little bug matched the coloring of the advanced suit perfectly.
Just yesterday he'd been given everything in his dreams to destroy his former place of employment as long as he promised to place the odd thing onto any new vigilantes he'd encounter. Well he'd certainly kept to his side of the bargain. Now all he had to do was disappear. Scarecrow tossed in a compact walkie-talkie after the strange Batman wannabe before trotting off to make himself scarce. Though he technically was supposed to leave the man alone after doing his job, what kind of scientist would he be if he let such a prime research specimen vanish? At the very least he needed audio notes.
He let himself wonder just who the men that had approached him worked for before dismissing such thoughts. He'd stayed in the costumed business long enough to know asking questions like that only led to suffering.
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Terry was screaming in his dreams before he woke up on the train. He jerked himself awake before rubbing his eyes. Man, he'd been having a weird dream. What was it about anyway? Something aboutà well he couldn't remember. It wasn't important if he couldn't remember right?
The unconscious Jokerz at his feet didn't really add to the dÚcor of the train, but he was almost at his stop. He kicked one in the head before moving out, grabbing hold of his bag. Matty and mom would be waiting inà no wait, he was living with his dad. After the divorce, mom had palmed him off on the æbrilliant scientist' in hopes his attitude would soften after seeing how the intelligent lived big in life. He snorted. Yeah, that was exactly how his dad lived. So smart he stayed late at work all night. So smart he couldn't even remember to keep food in the fridge for his son. So smart he left his oldest child hanging when he needed to go to court.
It was late outside. A lot darker than he thought it would be. The McGinnis head lived in a fairly upscale apartment close to the train so it wasn't much of a walk. Once he reached the apartment building he slowly moved up the stairs. The elevators seemed trashed for some reason.
Near his floor he stopped to look at the Jokerz at the staircase. Why hadn't security kicked themà were they here for him?
"Can't come up here Tiny," one said before Terry punched him in the stomach. The other two next to him panicked and before they could react, Terry grabbed one and slammed him into the steel railing that worked as a handhold. The last he grabbed in a chokehold before roughly letting go. Jokerz normally moved in bigger packs then three though, what were they doing?
He heard a scuffle near his dad's place and- DAD!
He moved faster than he thought he ever could only to see Warren McGinnis being pummeled by a group of dark suited Jokerz (suits? Since when did Jokerz dress so nicely) but it didn't matter because that was his goddamn Dad those assholes trying to kill.
"Hey! I'm the one you want isn't it? Come on!" Terry screamed before tackling the closest one. He fought dirtier than he'd ever done, biting deep into the man's thighs as he went down. He took a billyclub from the sharply dressed man's holster before slamming it deep into the man's kidneys. Too angry and scared to think, he moved onto the next one only this Joker was far stronger than the last, either that or more prepared since he cracked Terry over the head with a few strong blows with a joke rubber chicken loaded with steel balls. He wheezed and was about to pass out but he managed to hook an arm around the man's throat and squeeze until the other two grabbed hold and held him down to the ground.
"Dad!" he screamed as Warren lifted a hand, obviously begging for help. "Dad!" he continued, never once ceasing his cries as Warren McGinnis, his only father, was punched again and again until blood and pristine teeth littered the floor. The bastards trying to kill them humiliated the man with a Glasgow grin before stabbing the middle-aged scientist in his belly with a wicked sharp knife and forced Terry to watch blood gush onto the floor.
Terry McGinnis screamed again and again, his howls not ceasing. In frustration, the two men holding him down slammed him into the hardwood of his father's living room again and again until something cracked and Terry was sure he was swallowing teeth. When the verge of passing out, the Jokerz finally released him before spitting on his bleeding skull. The men were spray painting the apartment, their grim faces looking odd when compared to the jocular message the graffiti was trying to convey. Joker gangmarks had never seemed so macabre before and it only grew worse when a husky Joker with a curly red wig laughed in Terry's face before they all left.
Knowing his Dad had only moments left, Terry forced his unresponsive body to crawl to the greatest man he'd ever known but never cared to acknowledge until today. His mouth ran red and Terry was constantly spitting bubbles and leaving filthy crimson tracks on his shirt and letterman jacket before reaching the dying man.
"Dad," Terry could only mumble.
"Tàerry," the man slurred, in too much pain to do much else.
Bruised eyes tried to focus on Terry's face before flinching as he felt tears drop onto his cheeks.
"I'm so sorry Dad. I should have stopped this. Once we get better, I'll never act up again. I'll do everything you ask. I'll study, I won't fight, I won't argue ever again just LIVE!"
"Terryà"
Terry leaned in knowing this would be the last words of Warren McGinnis' life.
"Y-youà you should have been earlier. You couldà you should have SAVED ME!"
That night a piece of Terry McGinnis' soul ripped itself apart. With a howl even the demons of hell would have pitied, Terry wept over the body of his father.
His old life was gone.
His world had shattered.
Nothing would be right ever again.
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End Chapter 10