"Terry!" Bruce yelled. Finally the door gave and Terry flew into the cool night air, gasping for breath then quickly closed the hatch. He landed on the roof and coughed. Drops of blood splattered the ground. "Are you alright?"

"Need to get that antidote…" Terry said, hauling himself up and climbing into the plane, practically collapsing into the seat. He heaved and tried to steady himself, but his vision was swimming, he punched in the cooridinates Bruce had given him and the plane shot off into the night. Terry let it fly autopilot, he was in no shape to flying the plane, how could he fight False Face, if he even managed to find him?

Bruce sat, clenched in his chair, Terry was dying. If he didn't get the antidote soon. He had been exposed now three times, he wasn't even sure how the kid was still standing. He looked again at the Petri dish that had held a sample of Terry's blood, it had turned a sickly shade of yellow, the red blood cells had been completely destroyed. Then the phone rang. He recognized the caller ID.

"Terry, your mother's on the phone,"

"Right," his voice was weak, but he linked it in the plane, Bruce listened, "Mom?"

"Terry, its Matt… he's… he's in a coma."

"What?" Terry gasped, it was like everything was spinning, or it would have, but the plane was moving so fast. He felt like he was going to be sick. "No… this can't be happening." He felt an urge to scream, but his lungs would probably explode from the effort, as it was he could barely breathe.

"Is there any luck getting the scientists into town?" His mom asked, gently, still so full of hope.

"There are no scientists coming Mom." Terry said quietly.

"What? But you said…"

"I lied…"

"Where are you? Your brother's dying and you're off… god knows where doing god knows what! Terry, I swear if… if…" There was nothing she could say. Her son was dying, and her other son didn't even seem to care. He had lied to her.

"Mom, I swear," Terry felt tears forming in his eyes, "I am doing everything I can to make sure Matt's okay, I promise!"

"You should be here beside him!" She yelled.

"That wouldn't help him Mom! Believe me, what I'm doing right now, there's a chance I'll be able to save him, please Mom, try and believe me."

"I'm trying I just can't believe that you could be anywhere but here with him."

"Mom, if it was up to me, I'd be there! But it's not just about Matt. Thousands of kids are dying right now, I'm… Bruce and I… we're doing everything we can. Please trust me. Matt is not going to die."

The plane circled over the candy factory, and then crashed down through one of the glass windows. To hell with subtlety! He thought, as he brought the entire plane down through the window.

"Terry!" Bruce hollered at him, but the words were only in the back of his mind. The security guards bolted when the black plane came in through the window, a few opened fire from a safe distance, but they were too far away to cause any damage. Terry hopped out of the plane, and yelled "FALSE FACE!"

"The name's Biohazard, Batman!" The green-suited man appeared out the shadows. "How did you even find me?" Terry realized his voice was breathy.

"Doesn't matter, where's the antidote?" The room spun, Terry tried not to fall to his knees, he realized his reflexes were off, when he realized all around him men were approaching with guns drawn.

"Now why would I give it to you?"

"Zander's dead, I killed him. That was the ransom you demanded."

"Do you have any proof?"

"He's been dead for months, where have you been?"

"Recovering, from that nasty little bug those vipers gave me." Biohazard spat, "So now you just expect me to hand over the antidote?"

"Or, I could kill you."

"That would accomplish nothing."

"Trust me, I have nothing to loose."

The plastic eyes of the suit looked at him, "So you've been exposed have you? You must have breathed some of the gas when you interrupted my men. I guess you've figured out by now that its much more potent when consumed orally. Now, here's the dilemma. I give you the antidote, you live. I don't know if I want that. If you hadn't stopped the Cobra's I would have been administered the antidote, instead you left me for dead! Just kill him." False Face turned and walked away and his men opened fire, but Terry was too quick and these were cheap body guards. False Face had clearly spent his money on the distribution of his product.

Terry shot upwards and the men tried to aim, but all missed, only a few even came close. Batman dropped a smoke bomb and the men scattered, coughing. Then he dove and knocked False Face to the ground. That was when he saw it, an oxygen pack, with a wire running into the suit, "I'm willing to bet, that if I cut this, you die." He felt False Face tense beneath him. "Where's the antidote?"