Still sitting in his cell, Tim's patience became dangerously thin due to the radio silence, which had now lasted three days. Aside from the trip to the psychiatrist like every other inmate and the free meals which he barely touched (since he couldn't bring himself to trust the cooks at this asylum) he kept himself entertained by messing with the zipper on his catsuit and by checking through the pouches. He was clad in his suit, a single, thick piece of leather-like material that he and Selina had misappropriated from Wayne Tech. It was extremely tight, and opened with a single zipper up his chest that went from his throat, though he never zipped it up that far, all the way down to his pelvis area, which had taken some getting used to. The flexibility of this was far better than any other costume he had donned. As far as protection went, Selina's only comment had been,

"Try to avoid bullets." A little more research on his part had told him that the fabric was tensile, but reinforced. It could stop glancing shots, and even some calibers when fired straight for the wearer, but wasn't as conducive to armour as it was to agility, and wouldn't help so much with the repercussions of bullets. Broken ribs were to be watched out for. It was woven in a way that made it very difficult, but not impossible to cut.

His whip was hung on his utility belt, surprisingly easy to use, even more so after he got used to it. His goggles were pulled down, orange lenses shielding his eyes. After running through all the information regarding his suit through his mind again, he sighed as he stood up and walked over to the door and rested his forehead against the barred door, wondering why Gordon hadn't had all his gear removed. 'Odd,' he thought to himself as he walked back and sat down cross-legged against the back wall, still waiting on this supposed alert from this insider man he had yet to even be made aware of. He was beginning to think that he was set up when he felt a small vibration coming from one of the pouches on his suit. He fumbled around for a minute before he pulled out his old comm. device and slid it carefully under his cap, placing it into his ear and clicking it before taking his hand out and standing up. "I'm here," he whispered as he walked around a bit.

"Good," came the reply from one Amanda Waller, "because in thirty (30) seconds after this message, our man will place a looped feed of your cell into the security system and unlock your door. From there, you know the rest and I'm sure I don't need to remind you about the success of this mission Mr. Drake," she told him with a commanding tone.

"Got it, and yes I know the importance of this job you're sending me on, but do me a favor and stop calling me Mr. Drake. I'm not a tool for the government or you," he informed with bitterness in his voice before cutting off his comm. "The things I do for people," he muttered to himself as the door clicked open. He breathed a sigh of relief as he carefully poked his head out into the hallway. Empty, but the chances of worker coming by on a routine check were high since this was the mother of all madhouses. Deciding that he had to move quickly, he pulled the goggles down over his eyes and took off down the hall, stopping immediately at the corner and pulling out a smoke pellet just in case. His thief vision, though not as impressive as his detective vision from his days as Robin, did its job by showing that there were no guards in the area. He then moved into a crouched position and moved down the corridor before reaching a large double door. Tim quickly opened up the left door and moved into the room, smiling softly as he stood up and noticed the sign on the wall that indicated to the main security room. 'Idiots,' he chuckled to himself mentally as he quietly ran down to the end of the room and quietly moved through the next door, then walked up a ramp and turned the corner and ascended a flight of stairs to come into the main security room. He placed his left hand on his hip as his right hand tucked the smoke pellet back into its pouch while he shook his head. The only thing blocking his access to the computer was a sole guard who was busy reading his porn magazine and drinking his coffee. Stray strolled over to the man casually before clearing his throat while pinching a nerve in the back of his neck to knock him unconscious. "You really should read the officer's manual," he deadpanned as he sat down in the chair and got to work with his 'mission'. He punched in a few commands on the keyboard and within a few seconds found what he was looking for. Two cellblocks showed up on two of the screens in front of him: one was Harley's cell and the other was Catwoman's. He reached into the side pocket on his utility belt and pulled out his PWN box, then placed it into a slot on the massive modem to his left, then pressed the button and moved back in front of the screens and clicking his second comm. device and contacting Selina. "Hey mom, I think you know why I'm here and I think you know whose cell is to your left. Once you hear the click, wait a minute, then grab Harley and meet me in the courtyard. Tell her someone is taking her to the Joker if you have to," he stated as he punched in some commands and unlocked their doors.

"Will do Kitten," she said with a smile while looking up at the camera and blowing a kiss. Once her door was open, she did as needed and moved swiftly into Harley's cell and grabbed her hand, then led her down the hallway and stopped at the corner when she noticed a small group of guards. "Uh, Kitten…"

"Don't worry," he responded before letting out a soft chuckle and typing in a code to open up all the cell doors, allowing the less dangerous inmates to run free and distract the guards. "I'd be careful though if I were you," he finished as he quickly stood up, grabbed his PWN box, stuck it back into the pocket in his belt and took off for the courtyard.

A few of the inmates here and there around the asylum heard the clicks and walked up to the doors to look around, only to find that the doors were no longer holding them back. As a guard was walking down the hall, some of the inmates lunged out and attacked, but not before, he could get the call out.," Warning!" He called out in worry and surprise. "We've got a possible Code 10! Repeat, possible Code 10, some of the inmates have escaped their cells. Contain them, and somebody check the security mainframe," he ordered as he and several other guards who had just shown up to help contain the escapees. Selina and Harley made their way through the mass of confusion to the courtyard, where Harley spotted Stray and caught his attention with random and excited waving. He nodded and looked up when the sound of a helicopter became present and a rope ladder dropped down. Harley and Selina made their way up, kicking off a few inmates who hoped to escape as well, before Tim made his way over and jumped up, skipping a few rungs as the helicopter ascended into the air and away from the asylum where the guards still had their hands full. Tim climbed in and closed the door behind him before clicking his comm. device and sitting down across from the two women. "Stage 2 was a success. We're making our way to HQ," he said as he watched the co-pilot knock Harley out with an anesthesia mask before she could complain. He sighed and looked out the window and wondered to himself, 'What have I gotten myself into.'