The pain throughout her body muted in comparison to the headache nearly splitting her head open. The voices, the screaming, it was overbearing. Joslin choaked and gagged on her own vomit. Her knees hit the ground but it was barely acknowledged. She had promised this little girl a happy life full of joy but she didn't even make it to the hospital. A flash of the girl dying in Joslin's arms flickered across her vision. She had promised a lie.

The little girl leaned over Joslin's body, sharpened teeth filled her mouth. Joslin didn't remember that feature. The girl neared and more details changed and morphed. Horrified, the night EMT was suddenly nose to nose with a demonic figure. Coal eyes starred back at her. Jagged finger nails cut at Joslin's cheek. The sudden pain shocked her dull brain. The girl's finger nails weren't digging in to her cheek, it was Joslin's own hand.

Joslin forced herself to take deep breaths and look closely at the scene. She needed to be stronger than her past, the present, and the future. Batman lay on the ground motionless, yet Killer Croc was still fighting someone. The little girl was already dead so her presence couldn't be real. The demon also must be fake.

Pain began to throb again which gave her a flicker of hope. The headache was tolerable at best. Coherent thoughts buzzed in the back of her mind.

"C'mon, be a big girl Joslin. This isn't real." Another breath filled her lungs.

"It's as real as you and me." A dark chuckle made Joslin turn just in time to be struck to the ground by Scarecrow's hand. He was real.