Sometimes things just go bad. Boy, didn't they know that. Tim Drake opened his eyes and saw that he was handcuffed to a wall. He moved his hands a few time and knew that these chains wouldn't budge. He looked around the room he was currently in. Bruce was in a cell opposite to him. He was conscious, maybe. His eyes were closed, but he seemed aware of everything that was going on. Robin looked to his left. Barbra! What was she doing here? She wasn't going with them to stop Bruce from losing his money.

"Barbra?" He questioned. She looked over at him. "What are you doing here?"

"Dad and I were getting lunch and then they took us."

"Gordon's here, too?" Tim's eyes widened. "Who took you two?"

"Some man in leather," She paused for a moment as her memory served her, "He had yellowish glowing eyes, like Ra's."

"It must be Shar's brother," Bruce now spoke.

"I thought he was dead."

"Not anymore."

"So how are we going to get out of here?" Barbra questioned.

"We don't," Bruce replied.

Great, that's just what Tim wanted to hear.

-Else Where-

Shar crept down in her Batgirl disguise as she surveyed the building. There were guards on the outside. She glanced over at Azrael who was standing calmly. How she envied him right now, her anxiety was bursting through the roof.

"Ready?" She questioned in a slightly shaky voice.

"Yes," He glanced down at her. "Are you alright?"

"Just stressed," She hummed. "Haven't had my medications in a while." She stood up as she gripped a batarang in her hand. The edges were sharp, perfect for piercing through skin. "And I'm going insane."

"Let's go, then," Azrael jumped off the roof with ease.

Shar watched him and copied him. She spread out her cape as it made her glide down to the ground. Her legs swung out as she slammed her feet into the man's head. The other man lifted his gun, but Azrael quickly disarmed him and slammed the man's head into the wall.

"Shall we?" Shar questioned as she placed her hand on the door handle. Azrael nodded and Shar smirked. "Let's hurt these bitches."

Shar slammed the door open as she placed a smoke pellet in between her fingers. She walked in confidently. Her cloak flowed behind her clicking heels. A man ran in with a gun, but Azrael through a knife and pierced through his arm, locking it into a wall. The man screamed as the gun was dropped.

"Oh, does that hurt?" Shar whispered in his ear. "It's nothing like what you're going to feel!"

"No, please!"

Shar smiled sadistically, "Too late for begging when you decided to point that gun at us." She slammed the guy's head into the wall knocking out. She turned towards Azrael who was examining the room.

"Miss Channing," A voice filled her ears, it was Alfred.

"What is it, Alfred?" Azrael looked at her curiously.

"It's a trap to go and get Bruce and the others."

She froze, "What do you mean it's a trap?"

"Gotham is being destroyed as we speak. Scarecrow has released his fear toxin and there has been a mass breakout at Arkham Asylum."

"Azrael," Shar turned to him. "We need to abandon them for right now! Scarecrow has-."

Clapping bounced off of the walls. Shar and Azrael readied their weapons at the new person walking into the room. Shar narrowed her eyes at the person wearing an oxygen mask. Shar threw the batarang at them, but they quickly caught it in between their two fingers without blinking. The person glanced at it and sighed.

"Now, Sister," their voice was slightly muffled. "Surely you would have learned by now. Evil must be destroyed and this is how it's going to happen. Gotham will be destroyed, and other people will see it as an example as to what we're capable of."

"Trance," She spoke with an icy tone, "There are innocent people here, but you just released some of Gotham's most dangerous criminals at the Asylum! They're mentally unstable."

"But most of them know what they're doing," Trance shook his head. "They deserve to be eliminated from this world."

"No!" She shouted. "If you do this you'll be just like the scum bags that you say deserve to die!"

"Shar," Azrael warned as smoke started to fill the rooms.

Shar looked at it with fear evident in her eyes. She looked at Azrael who closed his eyes as he prepared to be smoked by the fear toxin. She looked back at Trance who held an oxygen mask in hand.

"Take it, sister," Trance spoke kindly, "And together we can vanquish evil."

Shar looked at Azrael and the smoke that was threatening to enter their systems at any moment. She took the mask and looked at it. Her brother smiled happily behind his mask. Shar looked back at Azrael and chucked the mask at him.

"Put it on!" She yelled, "You have a better chance than I do!"

Azrael caught it and took off the mask he was already wearing, but it was quickly replaced by the oxygen mask. Shar smiled and nodded as she allowed the fear toxin to enter her body.

"Sister!" Trance yelled. "You fool!"

"You're the fool, brother," She closed her eyes as she felt her anxiety getting to dangerous levels. "Events will occur that you cannot stop, from the ashes of Arkham the fire will rage and Gotham will burn, and you, you will burn too." She opened her eyes seeing she was no longer in that world, but instead in the world of her fears.

She calmly walked through the streets of Gotham City. People were screaming and blood was everywhere. Fire destroyed buildings among buildings. A giant Scarecrow was in the center of the city killing people or sending them into insanity. Shar looked at him dully and shook her head as she kept on walking towards him.

She looked at the fire escapes. People were hanging by their necks and lifelessly dangling there, two of which were her parents. She watched as they grew to life. They opened their mouth with a demonic scream. Thousands of spiders escaped from their mouths as they fell to the ground. The zombie's eyes were a bright white as they thrashed about.

Shar took a deep breath as she tried to not let it scare her too badly. She kept on walking with her head down, not wanting to see the zombies anymore. A hand clenched onto her shoulder. Shar looked up seeing Bane. He screamed as blood ran out of his mouth. Hugo Strange was inserting a needle into him.

"Patient X," She whispered. "Crimson blood…Crimson X."

Shar turned away from him and saw Edward sitting in a chair, looking at her with a smug look. Pathetic. Moron. Imbecile. Idiot. Those were the words that constantly escaped his mouth. She wasn't, she wasn't an idiot! She couldn't be!

Shar ran past them as tears ran down her face. Though, she was stopped by a solid force. She looked up seeing a giant Mad Hatter with a knife in his hand.

"Alice," He sang, "Have tea!"

Shar dodged a giant knife that caused chunks of debris to erupt form the earth. She ran away from his giant feet that threatened to crush her. She closed her eyes, wishing for it all to stop. That's when a pain entered her shoulder.

Shar fell to the ground and turned around waiting for Mad Hatter to stomp on her, but he was gone. Instead, Dead Shot stood there, pointing his gun at her head. Her eyes widened as his throat was slashed and instead Zsasz stood there smiling down at her. He picked Shar up by her hair as he sliced part of her skin on her arm.

"It's time to liberate you from life."

Zsasz disappeared in a cloud of smoke and was now replaced by Edward. He picked her up and began walking away from Scarecrow. Shar gripped onto him tightly and kept on muttering to herself. Her sanity was crumbling around her.

"Edward," She whimpered. "Pu-Put me down, I have to stop them! They can't destroy Gotham. Please."

Edward sighed and stopped walking as he injected a needle into her. He then placed her down. Shar still hold onto him as she opened her eyes, she was back into the building where Bruce and the others were supposed to be. She looked up seeing that it was indeed Edward Nygma in front of her.

"Edward?"

"They were going to kill me," He swung his cane around casually, "The world would be a horrible place should my mind not be around anymore. Now who are we trying to free?"

Shar smiled up at him, "Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Barbra Gordon and Jim Gordon." She looked around, "Where's Azrael and Trance?"

"The man in the red armor is fighting that man in leather if that's what you're asking."

Shar nodded, "It is." She took Edward's hand, "Now let's free them."

Shar ran through the building with Edward close behind her. Occasionally some ninjas would try to stop them, but while they excelled in agility, they lacked strength, so they were easily taken down. Her eyes darted from side to side for any cells.

"Bruce?" She shouted hoping that he'd be able to hear her.

"Over here!" He coughed; the fear toxin must have gotten to him.

Shar stopped where she was and turned behind her. He was down that hallway. Edward followed her as she sprinted there. She noticed Bruce was chained up and that the other three they were looking for were there. Shar kicked a cell door open and walked over to Bruce.

"What's going on?" He questioned.

"Crane released his fear toxin into Gotham," Shar whispered as she examined the chains. "Do you know where the keys are?"

"Over there?" Bruce motioned with his head as he looked up. He glared at Edward who was standing there, "What's he doing here?"

"Helping," Shar answered quickly as she grabbed the keys and unlocked Bruce, "Alfred's under the Asylum as we speak." She looked back at Edward, "Do whatever you did to eliminate the fear toxin from my body to the others."

Edward nodded as he opened the other cells and injected the cure into them. They snapped out of their nightmares quickly while Shar unlocked them. Barbra fell to the ground, unable to move due to her being paralyzed. Though, she was able to look up at Shar.

"The suit looks good on you," She smiled kindly, "I miss wearing it."

Edward stopped in his tracks, "You're Batgirl?" He then looked at the others, "Then you must be Batman." He walked over to Bruce Wayne as he smirked arrogantly, "What makes you think that I won't tell the rest of the world your real identity?"

"Because a riddle that everyone knows is worthless," Bruce answered calmly as he stood up and towered over Edward menacingly.

Edward narrowed his eyes. He was right. How he hated to admit that the Bat was right! It wasn't fair! The one that always cheats in his puzzles was right! Still, it would be boring if everyone did know who Batman was. Who would he use his puzzles against that wouldn't fail immediately? That answered the predicament of whether or not he'd reveal Batman, he wouldn't.

"Bruce," Shar walked up to him, how it made Edward envy him. "Do you think we can mass produce the cure so it'll be some sort of inhalant like the fear toxin Crane released?"

"Possibly," Bruce nodded. "It could take a while."

"We'll need Mister Fox to do that," Tim spoke up.

Shar crossed her arms thinking. If it takes too long Gotham will already be lost. There had to be a way to cure them of their illness. She moved her hands down to her stomach where she was shot. Her pupils constricted. This could be a giant leap, but it might work.

"The pits," She looked at Bruce. "What if we used those and evaporated it so people will be cured. It might cure them from whatever they have, but…"

"It won't work," Edward spoke up. "It doesn't cure anything with mentality."

"So much for that…"

"Nygma, how many of those cures do you have left?" Bruce looked at him.

"I have two left, that's all I managed to grab."

"So there's more?" Shar looked at him hopefully.

"Crane has a lot of cures, probably incase anything went wrong in his experiments."

"Then let's get them," Shar grabbed his hand and started to pull him out. "Well inject some fear toxin into me and vaporize one of the cures just to make sure it works."