"Tim, since you're in the city, would you like to come with us? For old times sake." Dick Grayson asked Tim Drake. The cowl of Dick's Batman suit was pulled back, and Tim was able to look into Dick's eyes and know that he was being serious.
"You know, Bruce would have just assumed I was coming, right?" Tim responded, cracking a smile. Dick smiles, glad that it will be a team up of 3 of the Bat-Brothers for a night.
"Scarecrow is loose, so let's show him what the Bat-Family can do," Dick said, pulling his cowl forward. Damian just rolled his eyes, standing by the Batmobile.
The Bat-Brothers arrive at the outbreak of fear toxin in downtown Gotham and can see the craziness ensue. Before opening the hatch, all three of them check to make sure their gas masks are secured to their faces.
"We need to find Scarecrow and figure out what's going on. These people aren't reacting like normal. This looks like a normal panic from a gas attack, not a fear gas cloud." Tim says, picking up on the behaviors of the citizens. With just a look between them, the three of them split up.
Damian is scrounging the rooftops, checking for any signs of things going wrong. As he looks, he can see a group of people robbing an atm. Sighing, he leaps off of the rooftop, and tosses several batarangs into the crowd, knocking three of the robbers down. Landing in a crouch, he tosses two bolas at the two people running towards him, causing them to trip and fall. In an instant, Damian covers the distance between himself and the last person and drops him with a well-placed punch to the jaw. As he turns to grapple back up to the rooftop, he sees the silhouette of the Scarecrow in the distance. He immediately takes off after it, alerting the other two brothers that he's found the Scarecrow.
"Wait, you can't be on his trail, I'm on his trail," Tim says, confused.
"Maybe you need your eyes checked, Drake." Damian spits out.
"Or maybe he has his minions disguised as him to lead us into a trap." Dick points out. "Since we're all following a 'Scarecrow,' we need to update each other on our locations. If any of you find the real Scarecrow, do not engage. Radio for backup." Dick hears sounds of agreement over the comms, so now he focuses on tracking down the Scarecrow in front of him. From rooftop to rooftop, Dick soars through the air, never missing a beat or slowing down.
Eventually, his journey takes him to a warehouse near the Gotham Harbor. He radios his partners and learns that both of them are also at a different entry point for the same warehouse. Tim, coming from the North side, takes the most direct approach, while Dick and Damian approach from above and below respectively.
Opening a skylight, Dick drops onto the rafters above, waiting for a sign that Tim and Damian are in position. After about a minute, he sees Tim blending into the shadows of the front door, tracing a path through them as he looks for a vantage point. At the same time, the almost imperceptible sound of a metal grate being opened hit Dick's ears, and he knew that Damian was in the building. Knowing that his partners will back him up, Dick made his move. Leaping off of the top beam, Dick opens his cape, gliding to a crouch in front of Scarecrow. Rising to his full height, he narrows his eyes on Scarecrow.
With a black trench coat and black boater hat, the Scarecrow's look took Dick by surprise, even if he doesn't show it. The noose around Scarecrow's neck is what drew Dick's attention, leading Dick to think about an undead corpse brought back to life.
"What's the matter Crane, you finally realized orange just wasn't your color?" Dick snarkily asks. Scarecrow says nothing but throws a gas pellet at Dick. Since he hasn't taken his gas mask off since they landed, Dick was confused by this action and reaches for a batarang to throw.
"You'll find my newest formula to affect you even through gas masks Batman," Scarecrow says, as Dick tosses a batarang. Lifting up his stick, he blocks the batarang.
"Looks to me like -" Dick starts, as he's interrupted by a wave of nausea. His vision starts swimming, as Scarecrow starts looking more like a corpse. Throwing more batarangs, Dick realizes his efforts are futile as even as they embed themselves in Scarecrow, he still keeps walking forward, a guttural laugh escaping his mouth.
"You can feel it, can't you, Mr. Grayson?" Comes Scarecrow's taunting voice, as Dick's world gets darker and darker by the second. Driven to his knees, he's helpless to defend himself as he sees Scarecrow's stick swinging forward. He feels the bones in his jaw crack, right before the darkness calls him home.