A/N: I'm terribly sorry for everyone who was/is reading my previous fanfiction! I really don't know how to continue it. To break my huge writers block I decided to just go and write something. This came up and I think it has potential. Sorry if this story sounds completely random and stupid - I know it is.

Tell me what you think, give me idea's and inspiration, tell me if I should continue or not - Everything is welcome!


"He's not in his usual crime alley, bats," Robin reported through the communicator in his ear.

It was an usual night for the Dynamic Duo. A foggy night though, causing the sight of them both to be limited. Of course the Scarecrow had magically escaped from Arkham Asylum, again. Now Batman and Robin were chasing after him. A mission that might not be as easy as it seems.

"I hope we can hold onto him for more than an hour and a half this time…" the Boy Wonder had whined before putting on his gloves and following the almighty Batman to the local streets of Gotham.

"He's not in the east side of Gotham either," Batman responded, leaving the two with only one logical option to go; the nightclub where villains would often gather.

"So… Are we going there?" Robin asked, slightly uncomfortable about the situation. It was a nightclub, after all.

He could feel Batman nod. Not expecting another answer from him, Robin grabbed his grappling hook and started jumping from one building to another with smooth moves.

As he was getting closer to the nightclub, the fog was getting thicker and thicker, now allowing the boy to see only steps away. However, he could hear the sound of drunken men arguing, and he could smell the scent of beer along with other strong liqueurs he couldn't recognize.

"I'm already in, Robin, take the first door on your left," Batman informed him, almost like he could read the young boys' mind.

He sneaked into the building, being overwhelmed by the hard music, intense heath and flickering lights as soon as he entered. He quickly regained his focus and tried to get to the room Batman told him to go, before anyone would see a thirteen years old boy in a costume in a mature nightclub.

There was a pretty long, empty hallway. With only a door or five to choose from, he couldn't miss out which one it should be. The door to the room was already opened. He peeked around the corner, into the room. He immediately figured he wouldn't see a thing, because the lights were switched off. There was no sign of any fight going on, though. Perhaps Batman directed him to the wrong room? Perhaps he meant another door, or one of the doors on the second floor?

Heck no. Batman wouldn't make such a beginners' mistake.

Still hesitating, Robin entered the pitch-black room. It was colder than the hallway or main room. Thank God – The sweat drops were starting to drop off his forehead. A small shiver came over his body. He looked around with no luck.

"Batman?" Robin asked, his voice silently echoing throughout the room as he took a few steps further into the room. Suddenly, the door behind him closed.

"If it isn't the bird boy," a deep, scary voice stated out of nowhere, "Another patient! Very well,"

Robin turned around, trying to see where the voice was coming from. Yet the lights were still off.

"Where is he? And show yourself!" He yelled with a slight tone of fear in his voice.

One of the lights in the room suddenly turned on, revealing a broken and bruised Batman lying on the floor in the middle of the room, apparently unconscious. Robin rushed towards him without hesitation.

Shaking his mentors' shoulders violently in an attempt to awake him, he could smell the scent of something familiar.

So familiar, yet Robin couldn't point out what it was. His mentor would've been disappointed in him. The smell made its way deeply into the Boy Wonder's nose. He was sure he knew the name of it, somewhere deep down in his mind.

"What'd you do to hi-" Robin yelled, but he was interrupted when he felt a small sting in his left arm.

Darkness was immediately creeping into the corners of his sight. His body suddenly felt heavier, even the smallest movements required all of his energy left after a long night on patrol. His breath went in slow-motion, his heart hurting due to the lack of oxygen.

The theory that Batman had often told him, that hearing would be the last sense to go when you die, was now confirmed by the Boy Wonder. He couldn't feel anything anymore, not even the goose bumps that were easily seen through his blurry vision. His sense of smell soon following to fail. It only took a matter of seconds before also his vision gave up on him, leaving the young boy with only his hearing.

He could still hear a deep voice yell before everything went completely silent.


A/N: That's it for now... I guess. I'll update as soon as I can. I already have written a part of chapter two. So uhh.. Continue? Abandon? You tell me.

Review please! It gives me motivation to keep writing!