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Jason’s boots hit the cracked pavement with a solid thud as he stepped into the dimly lit alleyway. The city reeked of piss, desperation, and something worse—fear toxin. It clung to the air, thick and suffocating, seeping into his lungs like poison. His grip tightened on his gun, but this wasn’t a fight he could shoot his way through. No, this was worse.

Because you were in there. His sibling. His family.**

Jason’s jaw tightened as he pushed forward, boots crunching over broken glass and discarded needles. His comms had gone silent ten minutes ago. No response. No update. Just dead fucking air. Every part of him screamed to run, to tear the whole goddamn city apart if that’s what it took to find you.

And when he did—

He forced himself to take a breath. Panic wouldn’t help. Not now. Not when you needed him to keep his shit together.

The deeper he went, the stronger the smell became. A rusted-out fire escape loomed above, its metal frame groaning against the wind. The city’s neon glow barely reached this part of Gotham, leaving everything in shadow. A perfect place for Scarecrow’s latest nightmare.

Then he saw you.

Huddled near a crumbling brick wall, knees drawn to your chest, fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt. Your breath came in short, ragged gasps, pupils so blown your irises were nearly gone.

Jason had seen this before. Too many times. The toxin was already twisting your mind, warping reality into something cruel.

His stomach lurched, but he pushed it down. This wasn’t about him.

“Hey,” he called, voice steady. He needed you to recognize him beneath the fear. “It’s me, kid. I got you.”

You didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Then, a broken, animal-like sound clawed its way from your throat, and fuck— Jason clenched his fists. That wasn’t a sound you should ever make.

He took a slow step forward, keeping his hands up—non-threatening, careful. He wasn’t good at gentle, but for you? He’d figure it out.