I'm stuck here on the inside, looking out
That's no big disgrace
Where's my makeup, where's my face?
On the inside
Time can seem like an indomitable thing to a dog with no cars to chase.
Of course, there's the smell of petrol in the air and an open road stretching on and on forever, but there are no cars. There's nothing to ignite that little spark of excitement that gets you running after the mysterious prize. Rules and boundaries serve as roadblocks that could be scaled, if only the horizon could be seen over the other side. Arkham Asylum seems to have no horizons. It seems to have nothing to worth chasing after.
The Asylum is lonely place for someone even the Crazies find insane. But you didn't become a criminal to make friends now, did you?
It's not like the hard, glaring looks of fellow inmates mean anything. They don't know what's going on, they all have their mad little plans and agendas to follow. They wouldn't know true freedom even if someone came along and just razed these walls and iron bars to the ground. Let them shy away and mutter and turn their backs in the mess hall at lunch time. Let them smile in threatening tones and flex their coiled fists. A solitary existence has never hurt anyone; it has only driven them insane.
Soon enough another car will come along. You can hear it, can't you? Throbbing just out of sight, something to be sensed but not seen. It sounds very much like a Batmobile…
A/N: The lyrics at the beginning are from Alice Cooper's song 'From The Inside'.
I'm not sure how I feel about this fic, since it's my first 'serious' one, so I guess we'll just have to see how it goes. :)