WARNINGS: Some language, I believe.

Tim wasn't aware that he was screaming. He wasn't aware that there were people around the room. He didn't even know he was in a room. All he could feel was his mind consuming fear. All he could hear was his heart pounding way too fast to be healthy. And yet, he didn't know why.

The cold darkness of oblivion surrounded him. His throat was beginning to grow dry and hoarse. He wanted whatever sort of nightmare this was to end. But, in the back of his unreachable mind, he knew it wouldn't. The darkness would consume him. Bury him. And he would be forgotten.

Not that anyone cared enough about him to remember he existed for more than two seconds.

But something kept telling him that there were people who cared. And would do anything to get him back. But, if he didn't even know where he was, how could they? Unless...

Unless he was already dead. Maybe that's all there was to this nightmare. Just the fact that he was no longer on the surface of the world. Cold water started dripping down his face. From his eyes.

At first, he didn't even know what they were. He was too far gone in fear and loneliness.

But his brain kept trying to snap him out of it. To go against all his thoughts and theories. Telling him he had a life, had friends, a family. But it didn't give him any names, or proof. So he tried to keep any false hope away.

Jason struggled against Bane's, unnecessarily tight, grip. But it was clear he was going nowhere. He could feel himself tearing up. But he blinked them away. Tim's screams were agonizing for him. He doubted Bane cared and knew Scarecrow was loving it. The 'Master Of Fear' still hadn't showed up. But Jason knew he was somewhere, could feel his gaze. He was probably somewhere up by the railings, sticking to the shadows as the moonlight shone through the glass skylight above.

When Tim started crying between the screams, Jason felt like someone just crushed his heart with a sledgehammer. All he wanted to do was run over and pull Tim into his arms, tell him that he would be fine. Make sure that he would be fine. And as soon as Tim came back to him, he would go and beat the hell out of Scarecrow.

But he couldn't do anything. Just stand, helpless and held to Bane like a beloved pet being held by a child.

"Doesn't it just warm your heart? Hearing those screams. Watching those tears of torment wash down his face. I've always found it rather, soothing" Scarecrow's voice came from behind and Jason whipped his head around to try and see the bastard, but Bane was too bloody large.

"You sick bastard! What did you do to him!?" Jason shouted, Scarecrow stepping in front of him, eyes gleaming excitedly.

"I've no idea! And that makes this even more fun"

Jason growled "As soon as I get out of here-!"

"Well, that threat is already useless. You see, you won't be getting out of here. Not alive, in any case"

Jason growled again, and tried once more to tear away from the brute, desperately wanting to bash Scarecrow's head in. Bane chuckled at the vain attempt from the vigilante.

"You would be wise to stop struggling. Save some strength for when you actually have a chance" Bane advised, mostly in sarcasm.

"If you think I'll let you get away with this, both of you,-"

Bane practically crushed Red Hood to cut him off "Both of us, what?" He mocked.

When his grip lessened, Jason just tried to get his breathing under control "Ah. Ob-noxious little.. f-fucker" He forced out.

Bane pulled tighter, taking all of Jason's preciously collected air back "What was that?" He practically growled.

He released his grip, but Jason didn't say anything. He took the vigilante's silence as an answer and smirked. Scarecrow said nothing. Right now, he had no care for the Red Hood. Only the young man crying, his screams having reduced to mere whimpers now. They weren't nearly as entertaining, but Crane took what he got. He barely noticed himself walking toward the little hero in slow, trance like steps.

He bent down and traced a few of the tears. Tim still flinched, despite not exactly being 'linked' to the real world anymore.

"Hey! You leave him alone!" Jason shouted out protectively.

Scarecrow smiled to himself and traced his hand down Tim's face, one of his nails lightly breaking the skin "Such a good little patient" He mused, just trying to get a reaction from the slightly older hero.

"Get the fuck away from him!"

Instead, Scarecrow cupped Red Robin's pained face and turned it up a little, relishing how it made the little vigilante whimper a bit more.

"Fucking bastard" Jason muttered in a growl "I told you to get away from him!" He repeated.

"I know" Scarecrow's hand dropped from Tim's face and he turned around "I just don't care" His eyes scanned over Jason "Take him down. Make sure the restraints are secure"

Bane nodded and easily walked away, Jason's struggling only annoying him. Scarecrow's curiosity over took him and he barely even thought before ripping the mask away. He couldn't place who the kid was, but he wasn't really trying to. He was too entranced by the clouded over, terrified eyes the mask had been concealing.

He chuckled darkly "I'm going to have to make more of that toxin"

Bane threw Jason carelessly into the little room. He grabbed the vigilante's arm with almost enough strength to break it, enjoying the cry that it got from the stubborn 'hero'. Jason was positive it would bruise. Almost as surely, he believed that his wrist was now fractured. The cold handcuffs didn't really help and the chain that went around his waist keeping him to the wall was a major annoyance.

"You're going to regret this" Jason snarled, but Bane just laughed.

"Oh really? And how do you plan on making me regret this?"

"If I don't do something. Batman will"

Bane smiled, he was way too confident and that worried Jason "He'll never find this place. And I doubt he would bother looking for you"

"Are you forgetting about the other bird you caught?" Jason didn't bother denying that Batman hated him. Even if Bruce tried to deny it himself.

"As I said. He'll never find this place" Bane smirked and made his way out.

Jason sighed and leant back against the wall. Bruce not finding them was a very real possibilty. One he saw come true a few years ago. And then the realization hit him.

Tim was alone now.

And he was at the mercy of a psycho.

'Oh god' Jason felt himself pale 'It can't happen again' He set to try and remove the handcuffs, but each movement made them tighten slighty. And they had already been tight enough for his liking before 'Tim. You better get out of your damn terror trance and beat their asses. You can't die on me'

Not entirely sure of that ending. I don't think I'm the best at writing Jason.

But, tell me what you think. Please, review.