Author's Note: While I am still mad at Young Justice for not putting out any new episodes, I decided to update anyway. This is one of my favorite chapters! Also, if any of you are M'gann/Connor fans, I recently published a two-shot called "Limited". Take a look at it if you're interested. Anyways, please enjoy!

"Tell me, Batman," A voice hissed from the shadows as the caped crusader made his way down the abandoned corridor. So far, he hadn't actually seen Scarecrow or his new and improved toxin, but he had seen his victims. A nurse, certain that Batman was her abusive ex-husband sent to kill her, slit her throat before Batman could help her. Prisoners were beating each other until there was literally nothing left of them. And if they didn't end up killing themselves, the toxin would just fry their minds. "What are you afraid of?"

He said nothing was he continued on. All these innocents were dead—he wouldn't let their deaths go without bringing their killer to justice. Scarecrow had to be brought down. It was oddly comforting to hear no sounds as he continued making his way through the asylum. It was almost as if this was a strange dream he was having and not a grisly reality.

Scarecrow was waiting for him.

"Scarecrow," Batman growled, ready to reach for his gas mask at a moment's notice. "It's over." Scarecrow faced him, a sinister grin on his face and Batman felt anger spread within him. How could this madman be smiling after causing so much death?

"Over?" Scarecrow echoed. "Fear never ends, Batman." He suddenly stepped aside to reveal a bomb. But with Scarecrow, normal bombs simply wouldn't do. It was a bomb full of his toxin. By the looks of the countdown clock, Batman had 15 seconds to disarm it.

Outside, Police Commissioner Jim Gordon, silently prayed to any god who was listening. While he didn't know who the Batman was, he still cared about the guy who risked his life for an undeserving city every night. As he was about to say amen, an explosion rocked the ground and neon yellow gas began to pour out the remnants of the asylum.

"Get out!" Gordon yelled as all around him people began to run and panic. "Get away from the gas!"

Gordon waited as long as he could to see if Batman would come out of the rubble.

He never did.

"Really," M'gann began with a smile on her face. "I'm fine, Robin." The youngest of the team didn't seem convinced and M'gann patted his hand as reassurance. "Black Canary said that I'll be good to go in a few hours."

"I'm really sorry—" Robin began.

"As am I," Kaldur admitted. "If I had not said anything, then none of this—"

"Shut up," Superboy growled. He had been silent ever since had brought M'gann into the infirmary and had simply stood by the back wall and observed as M'gann was told what was wrong with her. "She said she was fine."

"Connor," She said with a disapproving tone in her voice. "Be nice." The clone said nothing and chose to fix his gaze on the floor. A small grin on her face, she faced her other team members. "Look, guys, I'm fine. You don't need to worry."

RECOGNIZED 201—Kid Flash

"Guys!" Kid Flash bellowed. "Dude! Where are you, guys?"

"Go," M'gann told all her teammates. "I'll be alright by myself." Robin nodded reluctantly as kid Kaldur. Connor took one last look at her before he left the infirmary.

"Sup, Rob!" Kid Flash exclaimed with a cheerful grin on his face. "Yo, where's Miss M and Artemis?"

"M'gann suffered a training accident today," Kaldur explained quietly. "She's alright, but is resting."

"Artemis is out with her family," Robin added. "Something about needing to get some matters settled."

"Man, that sucks!" Kid Flash moaned. "Cause I was thinking—" Robin glanced at the TV that was muted. It was set to the daily nightly news and he froze as he read the headline. Ignoring Kid Flash, he practically sprinted to the TV and turned on the volume.

"If you're just joining us," The tearful woman began. "Then we have very sad news to report. Ten minutes ago, a bomb set by Scarecrow went off in Arkham Asylum. It seems that the Batman was reported to be inside. We don't know for sure, Ladies and Gentlemen, but it would appear that the Batman is—," She turned away to sob. "We believe that the Batman is dead."

Robin dropped the remote, but never heard its clatter as it fell to the floor.

"Robin?" Kaldur asked cautiously.

"I repeat," The reported continued, wiping away a tear. "The Batman is dead."

"Oh God," Kid Flash mumbled. "That can't be."

Robin said nothing. His mentor—his father—couldn't be dead. It had to be some mistake. He had to go to Arkham and find him. He had to save Bruce.

"Where are you going?" Connor asked sharply as he stood in front of the tele-porters.

"To find Batman," Robin growled, making it clear that he was going with or without their assistance. "Now, move out of my way."

"You can't go," Kaldur protested. "It's too dangerous—"

"I don't care!" Robin shouted, stunning everyone with his anger. "He is my mentor and I am going after him." Kaldur sighed and thought for a second.

"Then, we are coming with you." He added.

"Agreed," M'gann told them as she stood in the doorway. "I shall go too."

"But you're hurt—" Robin interjected.

"You will need a tele-path," She argued effectively. "I can make sure that we are all safe."

Robin glanced around at his team—his new family, willing to help him find his father and smiled his thanks. Then, he faced the tele-porters.

It was time to go save his dad.

Author's Note: Next time, the team goes face to face with Scarecrow and Batman's fate is revealed. Please review!