After about half an hour of driving, they found the road ahead blocked by police cars and barricades.
Barbara took her badge out of her bag, rolled down the window, and showed it to an officer maintaining order. "What happened?"
The officer bent down and glanced at her. "There was an unidentified gas attack at the music festival. Hostages are trapped inside, and the scene is chaotic."
Barbara asked, "Do you know who did it?"
The officer shook his head. "Apparently, someone wearing a hood. We haven't identified them yet."
Dick stepped on the accelerator, steering the RV around the barricades and down a side road toward the festival grounds.
They parked on a rise just outside the festival.
Ririko pushed open the door and saw that a thin, pale yellow haze had swallowed the festival stage.
Several ambulances were parked at the entrance. Stretchers were being carried out of the haze, covered with white sheets.
Harvey stood at the edge of an evacuation route, wearing a gas mask, his shirt sleeves rolled up as he helped usher people out.
When he saw Ririko and the other two get out of the RV, he hurried over and said with a deep frown:
"Whatever you do, stay out of that gas. Even if you don't inhale it, it can cause terrifying hallucinations."
Ririko looked at Harvey. He was usually calm and composed, but now even his face was pale, as though he were using sheer willpower to suppress the gas's effects on his mind.
Ririko finally understood why, in the previous timeline, only Bruce had been able to handle Scarecrow.
Taking this man on required equipment, willpower, and fighting ability. None could be missing.
Dick climbed onto the roof and looked through his binoculars at the stage shrouded in haze. "Are