Superman's PoV
We land in the parking lot of the hospital.
Bystanders are looking at us with awe.
We ignore them and head in.
I am usually very serious, but the look on the face of the lady at the reception desk is priceless, we all have to try not to laugh.
After she gets her bearings she asks us what we need. Me, being the symbol of, I don't know, niceness? Asks her.
"Hi, we are looking for a criminal that was recently admitted, he worked for Scarecrow and was doused with fear gas."
"Okay, one moment please Superman. He is in room 107 on floor 2."
"Thank you."
We head up to the second floor. We almost lose it again when we step out of the elevator and run into a group of kids. Man, this is priceless; I wish I had a camera.
As we near room 107 we hear screaming, I heard it when I got out of the javelin, but said nothing.
When we enter, there are doctors trying to hold down the henchman, a nurse looks up to tell us that we can't be in here and stops when she sees us.
Batman takes out a syringe and walks over to the patient. The doctors don't say anything, they are probably used to this by now.
After a minute he calms down and they all file out.
When the guy starts to wake up, Batman man turns to us.
"I suggest you leave, you probably don't want to see this."
We all take his advice.
Five minutes later, he emerges.
"I have the information we need, let's go."
We all stare at him dumbly as he walks down the hall, out of the hospital and into the javelin.
"So, where is he?"
Leave it to Flash to be the only one brave enough to ask him.
"Down by the docks, in an old abandoned warehouse."
"Of course."
Batman doesn't reply, but just continues to fly the javelin.
As we near our destination, things become more tense.
Once the javelin is parked we all get up to go, Batman stops at the door and turns to us.
"Scarecrow may try to douse one of us with fear gas. Try not to breath it in, but it you do, find me, I have an extra antidote."
We go to the warehouse, thinking that none of us will be infected, boy were we wrong.