|A Matter of Trust
Author: Center of the Galaxy PM
Scarecrow escapes from Arkham with new and improved fear gas! Batman goes after him, ordering Robin to stay with his team, but Robin disobeys and goes after his mentor. When he's hit with the gas, it's up to Batman and Young Justice to bring him back.Rated: Fiction T - English - Family/Hurt/Comfort - Richard G./Nightwing & Bruce W./Batman - Chapters: 10 - Words: 10,744 - Reviews: 151 - Favs: 187 - Follows: 248 - Updated: 09-29-12 - Published: 04-10-11 - id: 6892596
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Author's Note: Hi everyone! It's been awhile and I'm sorry for the long delay. Thanks for sticking with me! Please enjoy this chapter!
Once, when Dick had been about seven, he had fallen off the trapeze bars.
It hadn't been too big of a deal though because he hadn't been off the ground too high and a safety net had been below him, but he had never forgot that feeling of falling through the sky. It had been almost freeing as he had forgotten the world around him and he had simply enjoyed the sensation of free falling. It had been almost like flying—it was one of the reasons why he had chosen the name Robin. Robins could easily dart around in the air, just as he could.
You want to fly, little bird?
He did, more than anything. With Bruce dead and Alfred hurt because of him, he had nothing left. There was no point in going on. He was a monster who didn't deserve to live. It was as simple as that.
Then, go. Jump, little bird. Fly away.
It was so tempting. He knew Gotham like the back of his hand; it wouldn't be hard to find the perfect place to let go of it all. Still, he couldn't do that. It would go against everything Bruce had taught him. He wasn't about to just disregard everything his mentor had imparted upon him. That wouldn't be right—
But you killed Bruce, didn't you? Seems like you didn't really care about his lessons after all.
He had though! He had done his best—
Your best got him killed. Your best wasn't good enough. The only thing you can do now is—
The explosion caught him off-guard and tossed him back a few feet. Regaining his balance immediately after the blast, he prepared himself for whoever stepped out of the smoke.
"Robin." His eyes widened, as he knew that voice, had grown up with that voice. But it wasn't possible, was it? He had killed Bruce—Scarecrow had told him so!
"Batman," Robin mumbled, trying to process what was going on as the man he considered his surrogate father stepped through the smoke. Moonlight shone down on him and Dick almost remarked on how odd it was to see Batman under the light. Bruce Wayne lived his life in the spotlight—Batman hid in the shadows. "You're dead."
"I'm not." Bruce contradicted, stepping closer to his ward.
"Scarecrow killed you." Dick insisted, his voice breaking as tears stung his eyes. He furiously wiped them away—he wasn't a child!
"I survived, Robin." Batman insisted.
He's not real, Robin. You just wish that he were.
"Stop this, please," Robin begged, voice breaking as the grief hit him like a powerful wave. "I know he's dead. You can be anyone else but him!"
"Dick," He placed a hand on his son's shoulder, squeezing it gently. His eyes scanned methodically over Dick's frame, frowning as he saw the telltale signs of fever and erratic heartbeat. He didn't have much time if he was going to be able to save him. They had to get back to the Cave, right now. "You're sick. I'm going to get you some help."
"No." Robin mumbled, torn between wanting to give in to this man that appeared to be Batman and knowing that the voice had a point.
"Robin, come with me." Bruce's voice softened slightly.
He's not real, little bird. Kill him and then fly away to where Bruce really is.
"Okay," Dick replied, easing up and Bruce nodded his head. Turning back around to call the Batmobile, he almost was taken completely off-guard by the punch his sidekick had thrown. He easily dodged it and watched as his protégée got into his fighting stance. "Whoever you are, you'll pay for pretending to be him."
With that, Robin charged.
"Let me get this straight," Gordon started, facing the Man of Steel and the Young Justice Team. The cold wind angrily blew and as he paced the top of the building, he could hear cars down below him. For the citizens of Gotham, it was a normal night. For him; however, the night was shaping up to be anything but. "Batman is alive?"
"That's correct, Commissioner." Kaldur replied.
"And Robin is infected with this same fear gas that killed countless people within hours?" He pressed.
"Yes." Superman answered. Gordon leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk and pinched his nose. His mind was racing, trying to process how the hell he could gain one ally back from the dead only to lose another.
"Jesus," He cursed softly. "So, what do you need me to do?"
"Lock down the city." Superman replied. Gordon's mouth nearly fell open as if he was on a sitcom.
"No one comes into the city or leaves," Kaldur added. "Everyone remains within their homes. This will prevent anymore casualties should Scarecrow try another attack."
"Okay," Gordon mumbled with a small sigh. "I'll get the mayor on the phone. The city will be locked down within the hour." Nodding his head respectfully, Superman shot off into the skies, Young Justice following closely behind him. Staring up at the sky, Gordon shut his eyes and whispered,
"Please let them save Robin."
Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him.
He threw more punches and connected with Batman's ribs, which caused the Dark Knight to flinch in pain. Robin may have been younger and inexperienced, but he made up for it with his agility and his quick thinking. The two were locked in a stalemate of sorts. Bruce could win this battle, but that would require injuring his son, something that he refused to do unless it was a last resort.
"Robin, snap out of it!" He growled as he dodged a small flash bomb. "You can fight this!"
"Shut up!" Robin spat. "You're not him!"
The fight continued, yet all Dick could hear was the constant mantra of,
Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him.
"Well, if it isn't the big blue Boy Scout and the kids," Scarecrow purred, devilish smile on his lips. "Come to face your fears?"
"Give us the fear toxin, Scarecrow." Superman growled, barely containing his fury.
"Now, why would I do that?" The villain challenged. Wally stepped forward, rage blinding him and only M'gann's hand on his shoulder held him back.
"Give it to us!" Wally growled.
"Afraid of losing the little bird, are you?" Scarecrow pressed as he observed the team.
"We'll take it from you if we have to." Connor threatened, his voice low and deadly. Scarecrow cackled.
"That's what I was hoping you'd say."
And with that, a smoke bomb went off just as the lights turned off.
"Find him," Superman hissed and the team simply nodded. "And be careful."
The team quickly split up, determined to get the vial that they desperately needed in order to save their teammate.
Author's Note: This chapter was insanely hard to write though I'm not sure why. Anyways, I'd love to hear what you thought so please leave a review! Next chapter, we'll see more of the Young Justice team in action and the fight between Batman and Robin goes on. Please review!