@fatewr1te asked: from dick: Fucking Scarecrow. The evil genius is always coming up with new, potent shit. Too little too late he realizes the antitoxin he gives himself isn't working. His maps show the nearest person to him is Selina so that's how he ends up about five miles away, quickly and desperately grappling his way over to her. Too little too late he realizes he's reached her, body slamming into hers as he tumbles to the ground. "M-Mom?"
she was patient zero for the fear toxin. has she ever told anyone that? she barely remembers that year — she calls it the black space when alana brings it up in therapy. she was only nineteen, after all, only eighteen, only — she doesn’t remember. but young, too young — she was a perfect guinea pig for a trauma based drug. just fucked up enough to give authentic, genuine responses, to allow one doctor crane to fully observe the effects of fear toxin on a perfectly damaged patient.
she’s an expert at fear toxin — it’s not something she wants to be one in. she would prefer to put that back to the black space and let it be, but truthfully her neurochemistry was irreparably shattered by the very toxin rushing through the bluebird’s blood. she knows it all too the fuck well.
she doesn’t expect him but of course she does, why wouldn’t she? she expects him completely. of course he’s incoming, she expects it every minute. she has enough bats and birds to her name to know one might flip in out of the blue — and people deeply underestimate her incredible gift for balance, let alone the fact that she and bruce parallel one another’s physique in more ways than one. he slams into her full force and she feels the harsh viciousness of the blow, knocking the wind out of her immediately. but it takes her less than half a second to swing an arm around his waist and ground him before he can completely beef it, holding him secure in the crook of her grip.
“you bet, dickiebird, you bet. that’s me.”
her goggles retract, allowing him a full view of warm brown eyes so tenderly designed solely for him. she smiles softly, and forces her panic quietly down. it doesn’t matter if she’s afraid — if she can be considered anything close to a mother, to his mother— her fear takes a swift backseat to his pain. she senses it acutely, entwining her fingers with his carefully. she kneels immediately, on her knees without so much as a word.
“i love you, big guy. talk to me.”
