That little...Damn it. Was that...fear toxin? Shit. At least most of the audience had gotten out, because he liked avoiding having to do this.
Robin throws some small capsules, not at her but at the remaining audience members, and they explode into a cloud of knockout gas and the remaining bystanders all drop to the ground. He wasn't going to bother using it on the weed girl, if she was related to Poison Ivy, she had immunity no doubt.
He can feel the toxin in the air, and he's once again thankful his uniform covers most of his skin. But the toxin that lands what little is exposed has an effect on him. Things start to shake eerily occasionally, and once in a while shadows on the sides seem to lunge out. But he ignores it, he's had enough experience with fear toxin to do this better than most.
Enough was enough though. Charging forward, he throws another bat capsule to her feet, already readying himself for its effect.
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