Jonathan easily grabbed her wrist as she moved, twisting it away from him, his hand reaching deep into his pocket as Enigma back flipped away from them, covering her mouth. Jonathan depressed the button on the small mace canister, a yellow cloud of fear toxin spraying into her face and blowing back into his, leaving him unaffected considering how often he had inhaled it before.
Jonathan was immune to fear, unless he was there.
He threw Dinah away from him, watching her as he slipped the mace back into his pocket and tossed a mask at Enigma, watching as she quickly pulled it on, her heart already racing from the small traces of the toxin she had breathed in. “Such a waste,” he muttered, falling back into his chair.