"It's why I try to grab a nap wherever I can," he said with a laugh that sounded more like a tired scoff. "In between crises." He sat heavily on the edge of his bed, the springs creaking beneath him. Babs wanted to buy him a new mattress, but he couldn't quite bring himself to do it, not on the bed he'd shared with Sarah.
He dropped his head and rubbed the back of his head. "I'm worrying about the fear toxin. It's only ever been airborne before. I was inoculated against it. But this... we seemed to absorb it, slowly, and it... affected me." He laughed again, tiredly. "Sorry, it's just... easier to think about things like this sometimes than it is to remember....
"I'd usually call Babs but she seems to be..." He cleared his throat, his voice a little gruff. "Indisposed. I saw him Vanessa. I saw him and the fear... I thought my heart was going to explode. It's... fading now, but that... unease, it stays. Maybe I've just been feeling it since the whole Arkham thing and I just never realized it until now."