Prompt: #29, Repression
Word Count: About a hundred words.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
A field of death.
Cain. Batman. Superboy. Robin. Oracle. Shiva. Brenda. Alfred. Onyx. Batgirl.
In the middle of it, an eight year old girl smiling sweetly, her hands covered with blood.
The corpses started to rot, and in their decay, they shifted. The shifts whispered terrible things to the girl, who experienced the death of her victims... and beyond.
The girl screamed.
Batgirl woke up with a gasp.
"Easy," said Batman, gently pushing her back to the bed. "You were exposed to the fear toxin. Whatever you saw, it wasn't real."
Batgirl nodded and sank into the soft pillows. It hadn't been real.
Not this time.