Escape!
As soon as the red button was pushed, an eerie creak could be heard throughout the asylum as every cell in the asylum sprung open. The purpose of such a button was so in case a major disaster that could endanger all the lives of the asylum, all the occupants had a chance to escape.
A large pad blinked on below the button, showing where every cell was located and with a button that says whether to close or open them.
Killer Croc then clicked three buttons to close the doors on three cells. The first cell belonged to none other than the Joker, and even though he would be a menace, he knew that if the Joker was loose with the rest of the villains, their would be no way to control the crime in Gotham, hence causing him to lose profits by other black market organization popping up to get business. Also, the Joker was, simply put, insane, which was definitely the reason Arkham was built.
The second cell was for Harleen Quinzel, or Harley Quinn, withheld due to her close relationship with the crazed Joker.
And then finally, the third cell that was closed contained the huge and extremely strong Bane, since Croc was rivals with him. There rivalry had first started when Bane had tried to kill the Batman, and with Croc being in the way he had broken the villain's arms.
Weeks later, his arms still healing, Croc encountered Bane yet again in the sewers of Gotham, hell-bent on revenge. He had been beaten again, beaten within an inch of his life, but he had inadvertently given Batman and his crew a few minutes to escape Bane, not knowing the entire conflict until a year later.
No, he contemptuously withheld Banes freedom, just as he had done to him years ago, since in breaking his arms the only doctors willing to patch him up were the doctors of Arkham Asylum.
The criminals of Gotham swarmed from their cells, and en masse caused a battle throughout the asylum.
As Killer Croc strode through the door to exit the control room, he pulled out his shotgun and headed for the front gates of Arkham, with Poison Ivy reluctantly following, not wanting to be caught in a war between crazed villains and equally dangerous security guards.
As the duo reached the main hall, with the only thing separating them from freedom being two curving staircases, a large hallway, and two large double doors, the hall erupted into a battle.
Villains burst from the halls leading to their cells, wreaking havoc as well as death as security guards fought back with weapons normally meant for the military.
Croc indifferently walked down one of the staircases, shotgun across his chest as he walked, kicking away the occasional corpse that littered the stairwell.
Suddenly the large chandelier on the top of the hallway crashed down in front of the reptilian criminal, broken apart by Man-Bat, who flew from above, crushing both villain and guard alike.
Killer Croc looked down in vague curiosity as the serial killer, Victor Zsazs, stared up at him from underneath the chandelier.
His body was pierced through by a multitude of crystals from the chandelier. He brought his hand up, which held a bloody knife, making a stabbing motion, a pleading look in his eyes.
In reply, Croc raised his shotgun and pumped a shell into the killer's body, blasting his chest and head apart in a merciful death.
The reptilian crime lord pumped his shotgun once, bringing a new shell into its chamber, and continued walking.
Poison Ivy, however, looked at the scene, and using a plant nearby, controlled it to lift her into the air, and using the plant as a make-shift vine, had the plant wrap itself around her and lift her across the room, landing gently at the double doors moments before Killer Croc arrived.
"Now why follow me, hmm?" Croc growled, but a hint of humor was in his voice as well.
"Same immediate priority as you." She cheekily answered.
"Good, then you might want to step back." He replied, and as Ivy took a step back, he brought his foot up and kicked down one of the large double doors.
"After you." He sarcastically said to his friend.
"Boy, you guys are so typical." The prominent eco-terrorist retorted, giving a loud huff before strutting out the door.
Killer Croc took a step out the door before turning around, firing a few shells at guards that tried to escape through the newly-made exit, and then when no immediate threats were around, he grabbed the door and slid it back in place, and then placing a nearby bench in front of it, setting it on its side, and then pondered for a moment on how long it would take the raging occupants inside to notice that they had left.
As he turned around he was greeted by the sight of a large parking lot, full of a variety of vehicles to choose from.
Also, Poison Ivy had transitioned from her orange prison suit and into her more "natural" form, with a plant-dress hugging her body. She also had a large smirk on her face.
"What's so funny?" he growled, proud that, for once, he had singlehandedly escaped Arkham Asylum, as well as released most of the dangerous criminals of Gotham in one go.
"Do you want to stand around until you freeze to death? Or even worse, the Batman?" she countered with a question of her own, her lips pursed in victory.
He turned away, instead looking at the vehicles, thinking about which one would be least conspicuous and could handle his size without leaving a noticeable dent inside the car.
He then decided on a black SUV that, miraculously, was unlocked. He then opened the vehicle and set himself in the driver's seat, and quickly found the spare set of keys, which was in the cup holder to the right of his seat.
He glanced up mildly in surprise as he saw that Ivy had seated herself in the passenger's seat.
"So what's your plan?" she asked.
"Now why would you need to know?" he questioned.
"Well once they find out that I've escaped, my botanical garden will be the first place the will look."
He shook his head in disbelief as she mirrored his own thought about ten minutes ago in the control room, and knew her idea had merit.
"They most likely will not, since their will be too many other criminals on the loose for the police to head for your place. That is, as long as you keep a low profile."
She shook her head understandingly as he turned the ignition on.
"So unleashing the crazies was part of your plan?"
"Nope, just an added bonus to cover our escape."
"Well, I was right at least on knowing you weren't that imaginative." She replied, a smile creeping on her lips.
"Good, then now that Arkham's behind us, we're going to your place."
"My place?" she suddenly yelled, a shocked expression on her face. "Are you crazy?"
"Not at all. Besides, since I'm a crime lord and black market dealer, my organization over at the harbor will be one of the first places the cops will look."
Poison Ivy sighed, letting the irony of the statement sink in her mind.
"You are on of the craziest yet sanest guys I've met." She muttered under her breath.
"Thanks you." He sarcastically replied, exiting the parking lot and turning towards the city of Gotham just as the Gotham City Police Department arrived on another road that entered the parking lot, and forming a car barricade surrounding the asylum.
None of the cops noticed the tail-lights of a lone black Cadillac Escalade that was driving away…