Joker's Log-Arkham Asylum
It turns out little Robin does go out on his own once in awhile. He came to see me last night. I'm still trying to decide if it was cute or just pathetic. I also wonder if Bats has figured out where his little bird lackey was last night. Something tells me the kid didn't exactly ask Daddy Bat for permission to visit me.
I would love to see the glare he gets for that one. Actually, I'm starting to think I would prefer to see the kid's face after receiving said glare, which brings me to the thought of his face last night. It was great. He appeared out of the shadows and I told him that being around me could prove to be dangerous to little birds. The kid didn't back away, but I could tell he wanted to.
I want to bake that kid into a pie sometimes. Don't know why, it just seems like a good idea. The same way making Nightwing into soup is a good idea. Nightwing's suit is black and blue. Hmmm, how fitting for him. I think the hyenas like their meet a little more tender than others. And what better way is there to tenderize meat than to beat it. Aw, good thoughts.
Anyway, back to the latest little bird's visit. I'm impressed that the kid understands that he's not intimidating like Bats and tries to make up for it with being 'real', but seriously last night was just funny. The kid was trying to talk to me and figure out what I really know, which made me wonder if the Bat sent him. I think I know the Bat better than that though. I doubt he would sacrifice his little Robin like that. I have a tendency to break birds. It's not my fault--it's fun.
Moving on, while the kid was floundering about trying to get information I managed to kick his butt--in a straight jacket may I add--and steal one of his birdarangs. I would have gotten another one, but the kid surprisingly didn't stay down very long. Fortunately for me, he didn't notice the stolen object. I'm getting better at that. I wanted to slit the little Robin's throat right then and there, but that would ruin things for when I escape. I have plans for that kid, and I'm not going to let my undying need to kill him get in the way.
So, then I blame the whole little butt kicking on a leg spasm. I'm thinking the kid didn't buy it because he retreated to his little shadow and high tailed it out of there. As much as I wish I could have had more fun with him, I'm okay with his little exit because I now have enough supplies to escape from this hell. I'm going to have so much fun listening to the screams, but that is all for another day. Right now I have to work on an actual route out of here, because, while I have enough supplies to get out, I'm more of a waste not want not kind of guy.