A/N Two chapters in one night! Go me!

DISCLAIMER : I don't own Batman or any of its Characters.

"Scarecrow."

The name came out of Dicks mouth in a deep rumble. The harshness cause Alfred to take a second glance at the young Greyson, who's dark eyes were glued at the demented villian on screen.

"Batman,", Scarecrow spat back, "I wouldn't be so rude, you know, I believe I have something of yours."

Luckily, for Oracle, she was able to hack the BatCave's mainframe, and make it so anyone looking in from the other end, wouldn't see anything but darkness.

"Let him go Scarecrow,", Dick yelled, "He's a child."

There was a sigh, and a small chuckle, "No, I don't think I will. I have you both right where I want you."

Anger boiled through him, and he had to level his breathing lest he lose it, and jepordize Damian further.
Thoughts rippled through his mind, fear, worry, anger. He knew what the Scarecrow was capable of, he had witnessed the Fear Toxin, hell, he had been victim to the Fear Toxin, and it was something he would never forget, it nearly ruined him. Damian didn't stand a chance, no matter how hard he thought his walls were, no matter how strong he thought he was. Scarecrow would ruin him.

"What do you want?", he asked, his voice still a deep growl.

"You have something of mine, and I have something of yours. I want to make an exchange. It's as simple as that."

"It's never as simple as that, Scarecrow,", he spat back,

"It could be,", he quickly retorted, "I owe Joker a favor. Joker needs his...pet, shall we say, Miss Quinn, who I'm sure you're aware is locked up in Arkham. If I fail to deliver Miss Quinn to him, well that's not really your concern, is it? Now then!", he snapped, "Our poor little bird has had his wings temporarily clipped, if Miss Quinn isn't released in the next 2 hours, I'll see to it that our little Robin is..how to put this carefully?...killed."

His threat hit Dick harder than he had anticipated. He knew the threat was coming, but it was more than that.
Damian, his little brother, his Robin, was taken, his life was in danger; he failed him.
There was no way he would be able to get Harley Quinn out. No way in hell. As it was, Dick didn't buy the story, it wasn't like Scarecrow to take orders, let alone from the Joker, something else was going on.

"I don't buy it,", Dick confessed.

He shouldn't have.

"Oh ho ho.", Scarecrow chuckled, "Aren't we cocky? That'll cost you, Batman."

His last words came out harshly. He was upset, obviously. Dick wasn't taking him seriously, and if Jonathan Crane knew how to do anything, it was how to get people's attention.

The minutes seemed to pass like hours, and breathing became harder and harder with every repressed breath. Damian had no idea how long it had been since the voice had left him alone in the room, but he was every bit determined to escape.
Sadly, whoever it was that bound him knew what they were doing. He wasn't any closer to loosening his chains than he was before, and it seemed the more he struggled, the harder it became to concentrate.
He closed his eyes, and began to meditate, something he learned while in training. If he could remain calm, relax his muscles, his mind, then surely he could gain strength, and try again.
He just had to relax.
But of course, his captor was going to have none of that.
A bright white spot light exploded, causing him to yelp, the bright light blinding him.

"Rise and shine, little birdie, we have guests."

Damian made an attempt to force his eyes open, but the light was too bright.

"What kind of game is this?", Damian yelled, frustrated.

It wasn't like him to get so emotional. What was wrong with him? Usually he was calm, and collected. He looked forward to situations like this, to better himself, excel, but here he was; strung up like a chicken in a butchers window. He couldn't grasp himself.
Was he drugged?

"Sadly, your mentor is refusing to cooperate, so we're going to teach him a lesson, with you, little bird, as our ever so willing subject."

Before Damian had time to question, or think, or even look around to gather his surroundings, a low hiss filled the room, like someone had opened a gas valve.
Gas.
This mad man was going to gas him?!
He began to struggle in his chains again, desperately looking for the source of the noise.
But it was useless, all he could see was the blinding light.

The hissing stopped, and the light turned off, a smaller, less blinding light coming on in its place. The whole thing couldn't have lasted more than a minute.
Silent relief washed over the boy.
Finally, he thought, it took Greyson long enough.
A slender silhoutte emerged from the darkness, the small light giving the figure depth.

"It's about time,", Damian scoffed, "Now could you kindly hurry your pace, and get me down."

"Damian,", the voice hit the child like a dagger in the chest, "Is that any way to talk to your Mother?"

A/N Aaanndd That's a wrap! I'll have more chapters up tomorrow, and hopefully some reviews/feedback as well! :D