9:37 am, Gotham University, Pychology Building

As Becky raced down the hallway, she was mentally shouting at herself for oversleeping. It was her first day in her new pyschology class with her new instructor Dr Johnatan Crane. She had heard the ocassional rumor about his class that specialized in the fear portion of pychololgical studies, but she never paid them any mind. In her opinion, people would always make up any story that popped into their heads, she was never idiotic enough to listen to the latest stories. She learned her lesson years ago in high school. So as she quickly made her way to the classroom, she tried to keep an open mind. Becky stopped in front of the door to check her watch. Upon realizing that she is over thirty minutes late, she curses to herself before trying the door. She finds it locked and knocks against it, slightly embarassed. After a few moments the door is pulled open by Crane.

"You're late Miss Albright."

"I'm so sorry Dr Crane, I accidently overslept."

"I'm sure you will not be late again, am I correct Miss Albright?"

"I assure you it wont."

"Normally I wouldn't allow late students into my classroom."

"But...?"

"But, seeing as this is your first day, I'll make an exception."

"Thank you."

Crane pulls the door open wider and signals for Becky to come inside.

"You may take your seat now."

Becky takes a seat near the front and sets her books down on the desk.

"Now, before I was rudely interupted, I was explaining the importance of fear in our daily lives. Every decision we make is based on fear, every action that we take is because of fear, we get married out of fear of dying alone. We have children out of fear of leaving nothing behind. We follow the laws because we fear the consiquences of out actions. Any aspect of life can be traced back to fear. As humans, we each have a specific fear as well. Arachnaphobia, Chlaustrophobia, Aquaphobia, Herbephobia, Hemophobia, and several others. These fears come from some experience that caused you to fear that specificly. One with Aquaphobia might have almost drowned as a child, one with Hemophobia might have had a traumatic experience involving blood loss. Every fear has a cause behind it."

11:34 pm.

Becky was mentally hitting herself for forgetting her purse in her class. She realized the odds of it still being there were slim to none, but she wanted to check anyway. By the time she reached the classroom, she could hear talking. She stopped outside the room and listened.

"Get away from me! I hate those things!"

"Derek Samuals, I would have assumed a football scholarship such as yourself would have waited to scream until after I had injected you. This should be intresting."

"Dude, you're sick! I hate needles, I'm gonna call the cops on you, freak!'

Becky dared herself to crack open the door and watch the scene unfold before her eyes. Crane was standing over Derek holding a syringe.

"Please don't..."

Crane swiftly injected him with the toxin and within moments Derek was screaming in terror. Crane smirks to himself and turns back to his desk, only to come face to face with Becky standing in the doorway. She feels the color drain from her face.