Shadow
The smell of tranquilizers and medicine mixed with the screams of pain from the poor inmates . The perfect recipe for an asylum . Especially Arkham Asylum .
My steps echoed throughout the dimly lit hallway I was passing . Since this is not one of the buildings that keeps the Rogues , I found my journey towards my new office silent and not interrupted by lousy guards that want to stick their nose in everybody's business . It's pleasant and peaceful to me . I had to jump over some of Ivy's titan pumped plants and to side step over some of Zsasz's victims . Obviously , being here for 2 hours after the massacre didn't make me not see the damage . I've seen worse , and I've made worse than what I see.
I would say that the Jokers 'rebellion' was pretty effective . This place is filled with ashes and I wonder how long it would be able to stand on its own . And , considering the luck that I posses this days , i was soooo happy to receive a job here . I guess they are pretty short on their staff , so they decided to ship in some help from overseas . Personally , I still prefer Russia , to hell with it , even Romania , my birth country , with all its pure corruption and blackmail , is better that this . It's not that I consider the criminals here to have little to no brains , that job is for the goons . The rest have a fairly big amount of intelligence in their head and use it well .
I reached my office . It was devastating , to say it nicely . Ivy's plants covered half of the floor , and the rest was full of water . I saw a broken down desk with no chair , a cracked window facing the intensive treatment building , and two shelves in the corner .The smell was disgusting . Putrefaction combined with water is not something I suggest to anyone.
Off , this place needed a makeover ,and fast . Placing my suitcase on one of the shelves , I closed my eyes and stretched my hands towards the mess . In a blink of an eye , everything was clean and with no odor . It now looked as a simple office . Time to put my signature on it . I let my mind be free again , and when I finished , my office was the perfect combination of the things that made me , me .The deadly color of dark purple on the walls , my neon and black desk , the black carpet , everything was as it should be . Ahh , the pleasure of being able to change whatever you want in a blink of an eye . It's perfect .
With a smile on my face , I started to work on the technology of my office . I placed a few password programs around my desk , computer , window and door , so great , that even the Riddler wouldn't be able to crack them . Not like he will have the opportunity , but its best to be safe .
With a final look , I exited my office , placed my password and made my way to the holding cells , where I was sure I was expected .