A/N: thank you everyone who read and reviewed my first chapter :)
Chapter two: Mischief
The days following were slow and boring as they passed. There was nothing fun about being locked in a cage, while the guards gawk and sneer at you like your on display at the local zoo. They seemed to take pleasure in harassing us and man handling us whenever they could. The guards here are just one of the many things i hate about Arkham. The doctors here are another thing i hate. They're incompetent and i'm almost certain most of them could care less if they're actually "fixing" us.
The food is also lousy and that's on a good day. Now if let's say the Joker just broke out then we'd be on lock down. This means we'd have no recreational time, locked in our cells and the food would be loaded with all kinds of nasty tasting drugs. I'm sure they thought that drugging the food would keep us complacent which we all knew otherwise. No amount of drugs, guards, or even doctors could stop our plans of breaking out.
Of course with the new therapist thoughts of break out plans had been put on hold. Everyone was not just interested in her but in the possibilities she brought with her. They all thought different things but among those thoughts was entertainment. No one had met anyone such as her and they were quite curious about her. They wished to see if the first meeting had been a fluke or if she really did understand us. Either way no one was going any where just yet. In fact some say she seems like one of us in the way she not only talks to or about us but the look in her eye, a look that speaks of mischief.
Something seems weird about the whole thing if you ask me. The way she looks at us with a look of familiarity or the way she addresses us so casually but in such a way to piss us off, almost as if she knows how we detest it. The secret smirks,looks of superiority, and something about her reactions to Joker don't add up.
And just like that the last piece of the puzzle snapped into perspective. That wasn't our new therapist but in fact a very old one. One that may have turned to the dark side if I'm not mistaken. Sitting upright i wonder to the cell door and peer around, upon finding no guards i slip my secret gadget from under my pillow.
For quite some time now I've been slipping in and out of my cell at will. Of course this is done mostly at night when there are fewer guards in the Rogue Gallery. After i set it up with the quick click of a button the door swings open on silent hinges. Making my way down and across i pop open the Joker's cell as well. It comes as no surprise that he seems to be expecting my visit.
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