A/N Yaay! I woke up this morning to more reviews! Nothing makes me happier! I wasn't expecting to get another chapter up today, but ta-da! Here it is!
I had a bit of trouble writing this, so excuse the sloppy-ness ;-; If there is any comments you have, or if there is anything you'd like to see happen, I will do my best to make it so! Just leave a review~

His heart literally felt like it was going to be ripped from his chest. His body convulsed from lack of sleep, and fear ripped his body apart from the inside out. Blood trickled from his wrists, and dotted his face lightly. His breathing was laboured, and worst of all, he was tired. So, so tired.
His throat was raw, and for the first time in his life, Damian Wayne was ready to give up. The images of whatever was happening to him were vivid and haunting. Everything he had been told thus far, had been true. He wasn't as strong as his mother raised him to be, it was his fault Bruce was dead, and Dick, Tim, Jason, all the people he had let himself become weak enough for, were going to die.
Damian let out another sob.
His body ached.

"You've done so well!", the voice boomed over the intercom again, "It seems my toxin is wearing off. No matter, I've set your...mentor on a wild goose chase, leaving us ample time."

Toxin? Mentor?
Where was he?
Toxin...
Colin?

"You!", Damian screamed, "Scarecrow!"

Everything made sense.
There was loud buzz, and what sounded like breaks giving out. The restraints on his wrists gave out, and he hit the floor like a bag of bricks. He let out a loud grunt, and his vision blurred, his head hitting the floor hard. It took everything in him to push himself up, before collapsing again.

"Now now, little bird, it looks like you need another dose, which is fine with me. This one is special. It's going to make you feel-well, how about we keep this one a surprise, yes?"

Damian quickly scowered the room for an exit, but found none. Reaching for his cape, he draped the cloth over his mouth to try and buy him some time. He crawled straight ahead of him until he hit a wall, and followed it; looking for a pipe he could pull out of the wall, or a hollow spot. But before he could, an awful pain ripped through his chest, and blood spilled from his mouth. He let out a wild cry, dropping his mouth guard; pain surging throughout his body.
A hard kick was delivered to his side, knocking him on his back. He heaved, blood filling his mouth. He looked up at his assailant.

"No,", he coughed, rolling over, "No more, please."

"Yes,", the voice replied, a light chuckle followed, "Oh yes."

Tim held the thug by the throat, his feet dangling over the ground of the wet alley.
They had been out for hours, picking up who they could, and 'questioning' them for anything on Scarecrow.
Dick had filled Tim in on everything that was happening; it didn't take too long, Dick didn't know much.
He had never really gotten along with Damian, but he never wanted this, anything like this. They were still brothers. Family.

"I'm not going to ask you again", Tim spat, "What do you know."

"I dun know nuthin',", the thug quivered, "Nuthin' at all, Scarecrow ain't been in these parts since he got outta Arkham, swear on me mum, I do."

Tim growled, throwing the man to the ground. He kicked down the nearest trash can, and watched the thug flee.

"Boys,", Alfred called, his shaky voice "I have new news, Mast-Robin...has had some form of clarity, but he's delirious again I'm afraid. Scarecrow has announced that your on, and I quote, 'A Goose Chase,". I fear it's the same thing we faced with young ."

Dick took in a sharp breath, and Tim punched the wall nearest to him. The last time they faced Scarecrow, he was using and abusing Colin, and now Damian. He was testing on him.

"Why would he announce that?", Tim retorted.

"I don't know,", Dick's voice crackled in his ear, "But we have to take everything into account. You can never be too careful with these whack-jobs. We gotta stay together here, okay? Everyone keep focused. Nightwing out."

Dick reached up and clicked off his ear peice, jumping from the roof top he was perched at, to the next. He landed gracefully, and made his way down into the alleyway.
He turned the dark corner, but was met with a harsh punch in the face.
He didn't see it coming, and landed, not so gracefully, on his back.
Dick used the palms of his hands, to push himself back up on his feet annd come face to face with his attacker.

Bewildered by the sight, he stumbled backwards, avoiding another punch.

"Jason!?"

A/N Yaayy! Jassoonn! I was so excited to bring him into this! :) Let's hope the BatBrothers can work together, huh? :P And who is Damian seeing? Who would you like Damian to see? Oh the poor child...Hahaha :P Revieeeww!