I'm using the Riddler and the Scarecrow from the movies, because their so sexy. Er, I mean... now, that's totally what I meant.
Tim had panned on leaving Arkham before the sun rose.
His plan had been to get out of there and tell Bruce that Arkham had gone from a place that was supposed to help the inmates to torment them. Sure, Tim had only seen two of them going through it but it was enough. His stomach was still sick from seeing what happened to Scarecrow and it made him even sicker when the sexual assault happened on the Riddler.
Just as Tim was standing next to the door to pick the lock it was ripped off. Standing there he tensed seeing Killer Crock there. However he was saved as Edward sat up slowly groaning in pain.
"It's time to go." Killer Crock said before turning to leave.
"Come along, Alvin," Riddler said taking his arm pulling him along. "We're leaving."
Alvin followed them as they met up with Scarecrow who was hand an arm over his stomach breathing slowly. After that they met up with Killer Moth and Mad Hatter before they headed towards one of the guard stations.
"Why did you bring that?" Killer Moth growled. "He'll get us caught."
"I can'y leave him there," Edward glared at him. "A bastard already came to pay me a visit and he's just a child!"
"Shh," Jonathon shushed them. "Here he comes."
They waited for a guard to come by before knocking him out and taking the security card. They got out of the wing before heading out towards the basement. Tim made a note on seeing how they kept getting out. They opened a hidden makeshift door before running into his.
As he followed Tim could almost feel their desperation of wanting to be out of there and after what he saw he couldn't hardly blame them. They made it to a rather large drop. One had to be well trained to make that kind of jump. Crock jumped down before holding out his arms. Tim watched as Edward jumped first. The way they did it was clear that they had done this before.
When it was his turn Tim paused. He still didn't have what he needed form Arkham so should he go? Probably but the mission wasn't completed. Yet this was cut short as Edward yelled at him to jump.
"Well, when in Rome," Tim mumbled before jumping knowing he could land safely but was caught by Crock.
They sewer was awful as always but needed. After walking a short way they climbed up to a pothole. Killer Crock had swam off at one point or another so the four headed out.
Killer Moth ran away the second he was on the the ground again. Scarecrow sat down near a tree rubbing his stomach and scrunching his face up from the pain. Tim looked around to see that they where. Turns out just outside of Arkham.
"I'll go find us a car." Edward said before turning around when shadow jumped in front of them. "Gahhh!"
"A little late for a walk isn't it?" Nightwing said taking out his batons.
Tim just sat down.
This was going to be over in a few minutes anyways.
Half hour later all three of them were checked back into Arkham. They were thrown into isolation cells. Glad to be alone Tim crawled into the bed there before falling into a light sleep.
The next day he was let out. Walking around was easy when it was morning he found out. However everything that Bruce had paid wasn't here. Seriously where did all the money go? Going to the room where he had been earlier Tim sat down to think when he heard his name being called. Well, Alvin Draper's name being called saying that he had a visitor.
Getting up Tim had to go through the processes of a pat down before getting to see who was visiting him. When he got to the glass wall he saw Dick there grinning. Scowling Tim picked up the phone.
"Hi, Timmy!"
"I hate you so much right now."
"It's not that bad, is it?"
"Yes. Tell you know who he needs to come check this place out." Tim said before pausing and looking seriously. "I think Mr. Wayne found this place. Do you think he comes here?"
Dick got the message. He nodded before getting up to leave.
He failed to hear Tim mumbled something about male strippers.
Bruce Wayne showed up at Akrham with no warning, walking in like his owned the place (He sorta did) and went right passed the check in with an All Access card that opened anything and everything in Arkham and no one knew how he had gotten a hold of one.
"Mr. Wayne!" One of the head doctors said in shock as she rushed after him. "Sir, wait you can't go back there!"
"I believe I can," Bruce said waving the card at her. "This card says so."
"It's dangerous!" She cried trying to keep up with his long strides. "You need to have clearance."
Bruce swiped the card as it opened the hall way to the Criminal Insane Ward. "I do or did you not see my card?"
She sputtered one last time as she watched him go three body guards he had brought with him following him. Bruce Wayne was frowning as he looked around the place.
It sent panic to the ones who worked there because a large amount of money went into fixing this place up and it looked like nothing was done about it. Walking up into the common room he found a busted tv, torn couches that where stained with god only knows what, books torn and left for not, chairs missing legs or their backs.
Bruce turned to go down the halls swiping his card to go into where they kept the inmates. The rooms lite up showing who was in them as he walked by. All of them turned to see who was coming in.
Bruce almost paused when he saw Tim sitting on a bed disguised as Alvin Draper and he was frowning and had a clear look on his face of 'This is all Dick's fault'. The next bed over was Riddler who was drawing something. Mostly likely one of of Batman dying in a strange way.
The cells were horrible, under kept, outdated, the air muggy. There should be cool air for them. Frowning and now pissed of he turned to some of the doctors.
"Who's in change here?! Bring him to me! NOW!"
Enter Bruce Wayne.