#fear toxin

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

A valid question

[totallynotashieldagent]

The one where reader gets hit with the fear toxin and jason learns that your biggest fear is him getting tortured and killed-

You weren't even supposed to be out tonight. But Joker's goons had gotten their hands on some fear toxin and blasted a diner that you were picking your dinner from.

Tim had been on the scene and whilst everyone else had been taken to the hospital, he knew that Jason would prefer to have you treated at the Cave. It all but broke Tim's heart to see you sobbing, clutching at his cape, eyes glassy, begging to an unseen demon in your head to not hurt Jason.

When Jason was told, he ripped through Gotham to get to the Cave.

"Where is she?!" He got off his bike, it tumbled down with a noise, not bothering to pick it up. His helmet thrown off and tossed aside. His domino falling to the floor.

Tim lead him to you. You didn't need to be restrained, you were simply sobbing and begging for whoever you saw to hurt you.

"Please- Please- Not him. Don't touch him. Hurt me. Please. Anything to me. Don't hurt him!" You kept repeating and crying, grabbing at air.

"Antidote?" Jason asked, taking off his gloves to come closer to you.

"It's working but it's a modified strain so it'll take a while. She was closest to the gas when it went off so she took the worst of it." Tim explained.

"Do you have any idea what she's-" Bruce asked and Jason nodded.

"Me. She's talking about me." Jason whispered. "When- When Joker took me. In Arkham. He had her there to watch." He swallowed hard. "She kept begging him to hurt her but he never touched her. Only made her watch."

Your eyes fell on Jason and you sobbed harder.

"Please. Please- I'll take anything. Don't touch him!" You begged again.

"Baby. It's me- We're-" He started but you shook your head violently.

"Jay! Please- Please be quiet. If he hears- If- If- He'll get mad again! Please be quiet!" You begged, clutching at his jacket.

He caressed your cheek, wiping your tears. "Honey. We're not in Arkham. Joker's not here. You're in the cave. You're safe. Okay?"

"He's got the crowbar-" You whispered fearfully. "Please stop talking." Tears kept streaming down your face. "Please- Please, Jay. He's going to kill you-"

"No one's gonna hurt me again. I promise you." Jason tried his best to assure you. "I'm right here. Completely okay." He put your hands against his face. "See? I'm okay." He gave a side along glance to Tim.

Tim turned to look at the screen that was monitoring you. Your heartrate was slowly coming down but everything else was still frazzled.

"Cortisol is still spiking. She's in a loop." Tim whispered, earning a nod from Jason who turned back to you.

"Okay, okay. I'll be quiet." Jason whispered to you. "But you keep talking to me, okay? Yeah?" You nodded, eyes darting around frantically. "Look at me. Just me. I'm with you."

"Hormones are slowly normalizing." Tim said softly.

"Do you know where we are, baby?" Jason asked.

"Arkham." You whispered.

He shook his head. "No, baby. Look around. No chains, no ropes. What do you hear? Where are we?"

You looked around again. Everything was hazy with fog. Vision distorted and turning into smoke.

"Uh- I- There's a beeping-" You shook your head.

"Good, that's good, honey. That's BatComputer." He encouraged you. "Can you see it?"

"Everything is made of smoke." You whined, hands tightening even more at his jacket. "You need to sit. Or he'll make you-"

"He won't make me do anything. I promise." He smoothed your hair. "We're okay. We got out. We survived." He smiled softly. "You were so brave, baby. You're so so brave."

Slowly- Slowly- Your breathing started to go back to normal. Tim stared at the screen until everything started to look okay.

"Jason?" You blinked as if the fog was lifting

"There she is." He smiled, thumb rubbing circles at your cheek.

"Where- I- I thought I was at-" Your voice trailed, taking in the Cave.

"Easy. Don't rush yourself." He rubbed your back, helping you sit up properly.

You looked around. Tim. Bruce. Alfred. The Cave. The BatComputer. Equipment. Uniforms.

"I thought I was at Arkham." You looked at Jason again.

"You got hit with the fear toxin." He explained. "Timmy Boy gave you the antidote. You're gonna be alright."

"You... You were bleeding." You frowned.

Jason shook his head. "That's what the toxin does. Takes you to the worst time. I'm not bleeding. Not even a little bit from patrol."

You nodded again and exhaled deeply, leaning forward, forehead again his chest.

"Thanks Tim." You mumbled, breathing Jason in.

"No problem." Tim said softly. "We're just glad you're okay."

You nodded against Jason's chest. "I thought I was gonna lose you again." You looked up.

"You won't. I promise. You'll never have to bargain yourself for me." He caressed your cheek. "I'm here. We're together. Safe."

Silence stretched. The others left you two alone for privacy.

"I.. I still see it sometimes. Without the gas." You confessed shamefully. "I'm sorry I couldn't do anything. Back then- I-"

"Stop." Jason said firmly. "Don't go there. We were kids. You couldn't have done anything and I couldn't have been able to live with myself if he'd ever touched you."

"I'm still sorry." You sighed against his chest.

"I know. I'm too." One hand rubbed your back, the other cradled the back of your neck.

"Will it ever get better?" You asked softly.

He exhaled a soft laugh. "No way to find out, baby. No way to find out."

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Drabble Masterlist

[aethirios]

Okay, so imagine, Peter is in Gotham. He has been Spider-Man for a while, and the Batfam knows his identity and vice versa. But they do not know the exact details of Peter’s life, other than some broad strokes.

Now Scarecrow attacks, and Peter gets hit with fear toxin properly for the first time. Maybe it is because he has dealt with Mysterio before, or his metabolism, or his spider sense, or maybe a combination of all of them, but the toxin does not work on him like it does on others.

The Bats are low-key panicking. This is Spider-Man. Containing him if he goes feral is going to be hard. Protecting others from him while also protecting Peter from himself seems almost impossible. They tense.

But somehow Peter is in control. They defeat Scarecrow and secure him, but everyone is on edge because Peter is different. He is extremely quiet. Every movement seems calculated.

After the battle, he gets onto the roof of a nearby building and sits there, still as a gargoyle. It is so jarring to see Peter like this.

Jason is the first to move.

Some follow at a distance. Others stay on comms, ready in case things go south.

When Jason gets close enough, it is obvious.

Peter is looking at something. Or someone. He is straining, like he is forcefully keeping every muscle in his body under control.

“Peter?” Jason calls, careful. “Hey. It’s not real.”

“I know.”

His voice is steady. Grounded.

But he does not look away.

“Peter.”

“I know,” he repeats, softer this time. “They would… they would never blame me for any of it. They would never be this mean.”

There is a hollow sort of humor in the small laugh that follows.

“It’s just… I haven’t seen them in a while, you know?” he adds quietly. “There is nothing of them here. Not even a grave. I…”

He cuts himself off, a sharp, involuntary shudder running through him.

Then, much more softly,

“Just give me a minute. I just… want to look.”

Jason feels something in his chest crack open.

Behind him, someone inhales sharply. Dick, Tim, it does not matter. They all feel it.

And if the Batfam gets a little more protective after that, that is nobody’s business but theirs.

[deactivated-00111111]

bruces biggest fear being jason dying and that becoming a reality. im not crying dont look at me.

(detective comics (1937) #571)

[sillyhomosexual]

NOT A REAL FEAR

[logansbluetie]

Jonathan crane stirs his giant bubbling cauldron of fear toxin comedically like a cartoon witch

[koncasstoca]

Day 3 of Cass Cain Week! Fear Toxin commission by

@01lev04

For @casscainweek

[miryum]

Parks and Recreation (Jason Todd x Reader)

In which Jason wasn’t scared of anything before you came along

wk: 1.6k

Based on a tumblr post about Jason and fear toxin I saw on Pinterest 😅

Scarecrow’s fear toxin was known in the Bat-family as the thing that had caused Batman to abandon his morals. Jason felt an odd sense of schadenfreude pride in knowing the memory of his head caused Bruce to begin pounding villains without mercy. Many of the Bats had had an encounter with the fear toxin, even though Alfred was always quick to improve their immune systems against the new strain. Dick had delusions of his parents’ deaths during a confrontation with Scarecrow and Tim had fears of a conglomeration of hazy things, such as battles against Captain Boomerang, failing Bruce in some way, and losing Bernard. Damian, Cass, and Steph had similar problems.

Jason was unique in this way. He had used fear toxin once, against Dick, when he was still Red Hood and vehemently against the Bats, still tender from Bruce’s supposed betrayal.

The singular time fear toxin had been thrown in his face, however, Scarecrow was not prepared for the outcome. The villain had spent weeks recuperating in Arkham after Jason had repeatedly bashed Scarecrow’s head into a nearby car, screaming, “I died once, I’m not afraid of anything!” Later, when Dick heard the story, he burst out laughing.

Life routinely moved on afterwards. Jason slowly integrated back into the Bat-family, albeit with much caution and disgruntlement. A large part of that was because of your gentle urging.

Jason had met you in his apartment building. It was a modest building with modest apartments but just what Jason needed as an escape from his overbearing family. He was sure they all knew its whereabouts, but in an unusual stroke of kindness, let him have his solitude when need be. His apartment was mostly bare with just the essentials. It wasn’t long before that all changed and his definition of essentials expanded.

You came hurtling into his life like a comet.

Jason was returning home after a patrol one night, not caring who saw because it was only old Mrs. Arkady who was a blunt, half-blind bitch (but kept Jason fed as he reminded her of her grandson if the grandson was much taller and more buff) who lived on his floor.

You were handling a couple of large, empty boxes and a heavy garbage bag when you came face to face with Red Hood in full militia armour. Subsequently, you screamed. Mrs. Arkady came barrelling out into the hall, a rifle pointed at the ready, which caused you to scream again and drop the boxes and bag, which landed on your foot and you cursed loudly. Jason was quick to take off his helmet to assure you he was a normal man not going to hurt you, for secret identities weren’t at the forefront of his mind when an old lady held an AK-47 at him.

Somehow, a month later, this led to a date. (between you and him, not him and Mrs. Arkady.)

You were the best thing to happen to Jason, no doubt about it. You brought happiness into his life. Your apartment, so much brighter than his own, was full of knickknacks and sentimentality. He soon found himself woven into your life. Pictures of the two of you began appearing in both of your apartments, which turned into one apartment after the conclusion that paying for two leases while only utilising one house was idiotic. Jason moved to yours, no complaint on his end.

He felt a bit out of place in your life at first, a big brute with Red Hood armour metaphorically and literally in the closet. But Jason just adores you so much that his love outweighs his concern. It had made your relationship much easier that you knew he was Red Hood all along. There were no questions about why bruises bloomed randomly on his skin or why there was a gun hidden in the top cabinet.

Domesticity was Jason’s love language. There was something about the two of you sharing a space that made his heart flutter. He still took you on dates even when you lived together and nothing would ever change how he practically laid on top of you while sleeping even in the middle of summer (it got horribly frustrating and you tried to elbow him off but he was just so big).

You noticed little things like how his gruff voice softened just a touch whenever he talked to you. He liked to drink from one mug religiously and always had a spot under your jaw that he kissed.

There were arguments, sure, but mostly about his safety whenever he would come back with a patched up bullet wound Alfred had thankfully taken care of.

Coaxing him back towards his family had taken some time. There was so much history there, the majority of it bad, that made it hard for Jason to even consider it. He owed all of the reconciliation to you. The comment that won him over? “What if we ever have kids, Jay? I’d want them to know your family. And Bruce’s money would be helpful for all the baby toys…” He silenced your smirk with a firm kiss, chuckling against your lips.

A couple months after Jason had rejoined the Bat-family and their patrols, Scarecrow showed his face again. The villain had developed a new line of fear toxin that would penetrate the Bats’ immunity.

Jason, Dick, and Steph had been tasked with the fight and the combination of Dick and Steph’s humour made Jason ready to just get back to you and watch that TV show you were in the middle of. Unfortunately, the witty comments weren’t enough to stop the thorn that pierced Jason’s skin. It wasn’t long before he could feel the effects of the fear toxin laced on the thorn.

The rest of the fight didn’t take long and Jason was soon stumbling back to his apartment. He knew something was wrong the moment he stepped onto the floor. A trail of blood made his skin prick with terror as his eyes followed to the body of Mrs. Arkady, her rifle still by her side.

He cursed himself for freezing, those precious seconds already lost as his feet finally began pounding along the floor.

The lock was broken when he skidded to a stop in front of your apartment. “Y/n?” he breathed out before shouting your name again. His voice was hoarse by the time he finished ransacking the already destroyed apartment. All protocol about possible hostage situations or break-ins left his mind. He didn’t even take out his gun.

A strangled choke ripped from his mouth that turned into a wail. You were curled in bed, bloody sheets around you. “Y/n?” he pleaded. Slowly, he crouched down next to you.

“Jay?” you managed, though blood dribbled from your lips. There was too much blood surrounding you. No. He couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t. “Where were you?” you asked, reaching out a hand. Jason clutched it to his chest.

“It’s okay. You’ll be okay,” he insisted. “We can fix this. The hospital— or, or Alfred. Y/n, please,” he begged.

You coughed and your face twisted into agony as the movement disrupted the wound. “I don’t think…” You exhaled. “Jay, where were you?”

“Jay? Jason. Jason! Snap out of it!”

“I’m sure that’s real helpful, Dick,” a distinctly female voice that was not yours cut through the mud in Jason’s mind.

Jason promptly turned to his side and threw up. A chorus of ‘ew’ came from around him. “That’ll be the toxin exiting his body,” a man muttered, who Jason would know anywhere: Alfred.

The man blinked four times and slowly, the image of you bleeding out faded from behind his eyelids. “What?” he croaked out, turning onto his back. The faces of the Wayne family came into his line of sight. “Where’s Y/n?”

Dick was still in his Nightwing suit. “Scarecrow got you with some toxin. You were just… out of it,” he concluded.

Steph continued, “we had to bring you back to the Manor. You were screaming Y/n’s name the entire time. It was a battle, to say the least. You almost gave Dick a black eye.” The eldest of the Bat-family clicked his tongue dramatically.

“But it didn’t impact me last time.”

Alfred smiled knowingly at Jason. “Well, perhaps you have something now to fear, Master Todd,” he said.

“So she’s okay?” Jason forced himself to sit up and Alfred helped him up.

“We sent Damian to check,” Bruce said in a calming voice. “We knew you’d want to know. He reported that everything is fine and they’re watching a TV show.”

Jason frowned. “What TV show?”

Bruce hesitated and glanced at Steph, who shrugged. “Uh, I believe it’s called Parks and Recreation, though I don’t see why that’s pertinent—“

“That little shit!” Jason exclaimed. “We’re watching that! Damian has no right!”

“Jason, perhaps you should rest more,” Alfred cajoled.

The man huffed and was already moving towards the door. “Not when Parks and Rec is on the line.”

It was only fifteen minutes later when the door to your apartment banged open. “Hey, baby!” you greeted. Damian sat next to you, still in his Robin uniform, mask even still on. He had a blanket covering him and a bowl of popcorn in his lap. On the TV, Leslie Knope was talking to Ron Swanson.

Jason stammered out something before pointing to the TV. “You’re cheating on me!”

“Damian wanted to watch,” you countered. “He’s your brother. What am I supposed to do?”

“Not cheat on me!” Jason threw off pieces of his armour before squishing down between you and Damian on the couch. He gathered you into his arms and pouted, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Can’t believe you.” You laughed quietly and apologised with a kiss.

He’d tell you about the fear toxin later, but now? He just needed to hold you.

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