"yet another mass breakout at arkham asylum has occurred, releasing 16 of the most insane criminals in the world back into gotham city." The news from the radio caused me to have to pull over to get a LONG list of names. My name is Jason Jones and I'm one of the few bounty hunters in gotham city, probably the youngest too, since I'm only 23. I love my job. You get on the good sides of the cops, you make a good name for yourself, and it sure as hell ain't boring. My parents, however, do NOT approve.

Quickly jotting down several names and aliases, I quickly figured out that many of these criminals were going to be out of my league. I carefully double checked the list.

Jonathan Crane / the Scarecrow

Becky Albright / Phobia

I remember when that news hit the papers. The original story was that Crane brainwashed her to be his partner in crime. then the truth came out about how she took him in to heal after the arkham incident. The one where my cousin damn near ate his ass. Anyway, he apparently washed up at the gotham port, bloody and broken. The only one there was Becky. Don't know why she was there, but she was. After what he did to her, a normal person would just spit on his broken body and leave him to die. Not her thou. She carried that bastard back to her apartment and healed him for the next month. As soon as Crane got better, I guess he offered her the role of his mistress of fear again, and the outcome of that was obvious.

N/A / Joker

Harley Quinzel / Harley Quinn

Walton Jones / Killer Croc

Ah, Waylon was out. I remembered when I first saw the guy. I was looking up super criminals for a school project one time. Imagine my surprise when I found out that one of them had my last name. I met up with him in arkham that weekend, and he seemed pretty surprised that he had any family left. Since then, we've been friends. He's also been a good guy to go to for information. He may look like a berserk killing machine, but the man's got dirt on every crook in gotham. That's also how I know about the events with scarecrow I mentioned earlier.

Julian Day / Calendar Man

Garfield Lynns / the Firefly

Jervis Tetch / the Mad Hatter

Harvey Dent / Two-Face

Pamela Isley / poison Ivy

A vague Idea involving gasoline, a lighter, and a chainsaw entered my mind. Then I quickly pushed it out, remembering the last time I tried to tackle poison ivy with a stupid plan like that. I tried to take her down with a weed wacker. Needless to say, she didn't like that very much. Yeah, just better to avoid the crazy bitch. heard she holds grudges anyway.

Victor Fries / Mr. Freeze

Victor Zsasz / Mr. Zsasz

N/A / Bane

Selina Kyle / Catwoman

Basil Karlo / Clayface

Ozwald Cobblepot / The penguin

The selection I had was not a good one. Many of them had super powers, mechanical augmentations, or connections to gangs. Then there were the ones which I didn't think I could catch anyway, like Catwoman and Zsasz. That left me with Calendar man, The Mad Hatter, and the scarecrow couple. I've done a bit of research on scarecrow before. I knew he liked to operate in the narrows due to the large amount of homeless people to experiment on.

Since it seemed like the most rational thing to do, I decided to go after scarecrow first, before the bat got to him. The scarecrow had a bounty to fit his extremely high risk to gotham city. That and I heard he was a lousy fighter. If his girlfriend shows up, her bounty wasn't very high, but it would be a nice bonus.

Turning the key in my old chevy, I headed straight to the narrows. I only had three hour to find old stitches and straw before night came. Then I was at a high risk of losing one of the biggest bounties of my life to a man who dresses like a flying rodent. That would not help my slowly growing reputation.

I don't know what I expected to find when I reached the narrows. I expected to only find one screaming hobo, signifying that the scarecrow was close, but as luck has it, they were all suffering from some kind of serious hysteria. I also found a posed corpse in an alleyway, to which prompted me to spend to spend the next two hours searching the streets for delirious homeless in the safety of my truck.

When the streetlights came on, I pulled over to stretch my legs. I got out, quickly pulling my hood over my head before lighting a smoke. The flame danced in the early October breeze as it lit the cigarette. I was frustrated with my lack of progress. Maybe I should just search a different part of the city. Suddenly a voice came from the shadows. "you don't look like you belong here."

I turned, gripping my revolver. There was a man standing next to me in the streetlight. How he got there without me noticing I'll never know. He was about 6'0, He wore a long duster and a cowboy hat, which cast shadows that hid his face. I kept my hand on my revolver, eyeing him for any weapons "Funny, you don't look like you really belong either." I said, puffing out a cloud of smoke.

"What would someone like you be doing down in such a broken down part of the city?" The man asked. A tone of suspicion was in his voice.

"Well, you heard of the mass breakout at arkham, right?"

He nodded.

"Yeah, I'm trying to find a couple of the psychos that escaped. Scarecrow and phobia. I heard that the operated around this area, so I've search around for the last three hours for them. Found nothing, of course. Such is my luck. I did, however, find a posed corpse. That would mean Zsasz is in the area to."

I took a long draw on my cigarette. "You know…" the man said, pointing down the street."I did see a rather odd fellow with a witches hat shamble that way down the street about 15 minutes ago. he was very slim as well. Could that be the man you're looking for?"

I looked up at him, dropping my cigarette to the pavement. I quickly smothered it with the heel of my boot. "Well, thanks man." I sighed, pulling out my revolver. "You may have just made my next payday."

No sooner did I finish That sentence I got sprayed in the face with an aerosol can. I dropped to the pavement, coughing and feeling faint."Word of advice, boy…" The man said through his poorly stitched burlap mask "You really shouldn't talk to strangers."

My vision was blurring fast, and before I knew it, I was out.