So sorry about the wait guys, but here it is! Hopefully I will be updating quicker now.

Just to make this clear, Robin has his sight back. I wrote about it in the last chapter, but I wanted to clarify a little more.

After getting a large whiff of that gas Robin felt lightheaded as dizziness spilled upon him and for a moment he thought he was going to puke, he could feel it in his throat as he hunched over but eventually it passed. Once the dizziness passed he had reached town, his heart still racing from the previous events, relief washing over him as he was back on sidewalks and around people. Yet, relief wasn't the only thing that was washing over him. It had felt it rising within him ever since he left the building.

At first Robin thought it was laughing gas which he dreaded the thought of, but it didn't feel the same. His heart rate began to slow down and all his leftover anxiety seemed to melt away from his body. He hadn't even realized the goofy grin on his face. Then suddenly he bumped into some guy rushing down the street.

"Watch it!" the man called back over his shoulder.

Suddenly Robin busted out in uncontrollable laughter, so he put his hands over his mouth to dull it. When he finally stopped the laughter he realized for sure this was not Joker's Venom. He felt on the verge of laughing again, but this was not the same at all.

"Keep it together," he mumbled to himself, but as he walked things became much more intense. All light became so vibrant it made him squint, his vision was going in and out of fuzziness, everything he walked by looked much closer than it actually was, and before he knew it he could hardly walk straight.

His heart hammering so hard it feel like it was vibrating every muscle in his body, he tried to take deep breathes as he rested for a moment but he couldn't control his heart beat anymore. Terror spread through his body, suddenly he didn't know where he was. He began sweating as he slinked down to the ground, his vision now changing the color of things around him as he begged in his mind for it stop.

I'm poisoned, Robin thought in terror, I'm going to dying. I've got to find Bruce, oh shit, I'm going to die.

Trembling Robin dragged himself to his feet and walked until he came across a pay phone, he quickly grabbed the phone trying to desperately type in the number. Taking a deep breath he dialed, messing up the first few times. It rang, the ringing sounding like it was coming from inside his brain.

"Hello?"

"B-B-Bruce? Hello? Wait – Alfred?" Robin stuttered in his raspy voice.

"Who may I ask is calling! Who . . . Dick?"

"Yes, yes, it's me," he replied quickly, his head pounding painfully now.

"Master Dick!" he practically shouted, then he heard Alfred call for Bruce. "You're escaped and you're okay, wait, are you okay? Where are you!"

"Not so many questions," Robin whispered, for some reasons tears filled his eyes, "I d-don't know, something happened . . . something happened and I-I-I think I was poisoned. I don't what's going on and I-I'm . . . Alfred, please find me. Just-"

"Don't worry Bruce will find you, you're going to be okay," Alfred consoled the boy, "where are you right now."

Robin looked around but everything looked so sharp and warped it overwhelmed his mind, "I-I don't know, I have no idea." A chuckle slipped out Dick's mouth as he thought of his own confusion, but it wouldn't soothe the fear surging through his veins.

"Are you still blind? Are you away from the Joker? Okay, never mind, I'm going to contact Bruce," Alfred told him, "stay exactly where you are."

"Okay, okay," Dick swallowed deeply as he looked to his left to see a shop.

"Okay, I'm going to go-"

"Wait! Wait, Alfred," Dick spouted out, "I'm in front of a barbershop, I think."

"Perfect! Now stay put, Bruce will be there soon!"

Fear settled in his stomach like tar as the only familiar voice in miles hung up with him and the world continued to isolate him in his own bewilderment.

Meanwhile:

"He got away!" Poison Ivy screamed. "This is probably all your fault, clown!"

"Now wait, let's relax a little, Ivy-"

"I wasn't the one who was gushing over some stupid plant while the kid slipped away!" Joker interrupted Harley.

"Like you had anything more important to do," Ivy snapped.

"Can we-" Harley spoke up again.

"None of this even concerns you!" Ivy continued. "You just wanted to get under the Dark Knight's skin again and now you've messed everything up."

"Those green house gases must have really intoxicated you, because without me we wouldn't have even had the Boy Blunder in the first place," Joker told her harshly, "besides you got your 'revenge' so now we go back to watching Bird and Bat fly together again! How disgustingly entertaining it all is."

"Okay! Listen up!" Harley finally caught their attention, nearly ready to through a tantrum from their incessant fighting. "None of you have even brought up what happened when he got away . . . when the gas was released."

Suddenly the Joker began laughing hysterically making Ivy roll her eyes in irritation, "You mean the part where Bird Brain poisoned himself! Plant babe nearly made me forget. . . I guess it isn't over after all."

"What was so significant about the gas?" Ivy asked, her glare locked on the Joker. "I thought it was just laughing gas."

Waiting to see if the Joker would explain Harley kept quiet, realizing he was laughing to hard at the moment she stepped up, "Oh, its a little serum we used on some Cadmus guys and some other insignificant people, just a way to get them coming back and doing our dirty work."

"So what is it? Dirty drugs for dirty jobs, am I right?"

"Not at all, this ain't the stuff you find on the streets," Harley continued, "it's a little something me and Mr.J conjured up with the help of some people. Specially made, it's not enjoyable like a high it's more of extreme case of delirium. Makes you trip your mind out pretty bad the first couple times. He's probably freaking out right now!" She cackled at the thought.

"So you drugged him, that'll pass, how does that help us?"

"Like I said, it's not like the normal stuff you find on the streets," Harley snickered ominously under her breath, "it's made with certain admirable aspects that will benefit us."

Five Minutes Later:

One second Robin sat on the ground zoning out, and in the longest blink ever he was looking up at the roof of a car. He shot up.

"It's okay, it's me," he heard Bruce's voice come to him.

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