p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"span style="font-weight: bold;"Chapter Two/span/p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Did you know that there's a crocodile person at Arkham Asylum? Or crazy psycho clowns? I saw both as I was led to my cell. After a fair amount of walking, I was shoved into a small room with a man scribbling on the floor. The man looked up angrily as I stepped inside. He had orangy red hair and green eyes. His face turned into a sneer as he looked me up and down. He wore the same ugly orange jumpsuit as me./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"One of the guards said, "Oi Riddler! You got yourself a roommate!" And laughed as he closed the door and walked off. Asshole./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"The tips of my ears burned from embarrassment, "Um, hi" I said meekly. The man simply snorted and turned around, returning to his scribbling. I sighed. This was going to be hard. I walked over to the double bunk bed. "So, which one is yours?" I asked politely./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Both of them" he answered simply, continuing to write. My arms flopped to the sides. Really?/p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Alright. Then which do you sleep on?" I questioned./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"He stopped writing and looked at me like a child, "As I said, both" talking to me slowly. I stared at him. Was he serious?/p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"I pointed to the bottom bunk. "I'll take this one" and sat down on it. The man rolled his eyes and returned to his writing, what looked like a bunch of short sentences. This guy was seriously uptight. Time to act the way I do around the uptight. Annoying the hell outta them. "What's your name?" I asked randomly after about 10 or so minutes./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"He sighed angrily and threw his pencil on the floor. "You insist on this don't you?" He said, sounding pretty pissed. Good./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Insist on what?" I asked, sounding really innocent./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Asking me stupid and unnecessary questions! You know my name. The guard just said it" the man fumed./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Oh yeah! What was it again? Diddler? Fiddler? Piddler?" I mused./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Riddler!" He screamed in frustration./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"I made a noise of disbelief. "You sure?" I really think it was one of the others…" I said./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"If looks could fucking murder me, then Riddler's would be holding the largest and most dangerous pointy thing in existence. After glaring at me for a bit, he returned to what I presumed was his riddles although, although I think I saw a grocery list or two in there./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Someone started clapping. The slow, sarcastic clap that is usually followed with a witty remark of some kind. A tall, wiry man in the cell across with an amused look on his face./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Well done dear. First day and you've already pissed off one of the smartest men here" he remarked, not as witty as the clapping promised but he seemed pretty damn happy./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Riddler straightened up and turned to the other guy. "One of the smartest? I am the smartest!" Riddler proudly declared. The other guy just rolled his eyes. Riddler didn't look too happy at his declaration being dissed./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"I, being as graceful as a walrus in an underwater minefield, waved as said "Hi". Other guy appeared almost shocked at manner being used in front of him./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" Other guy appeared almost shocked at manners being used in front of him. He returned my hello and said, "I am Jonathan Crane. I also go by Scarecrow"./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"I nodded, "Cool, cool". I looked around, not sure what to do next. An alarm sounded. Jonathan and Riddler both stood away from the glass. Guards began to come around and escort people from their cells./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Just do what I do" whispered Riddler as two guards opened the cell. We were both handcuffed and led out a kind of cafeteria style eating area. Our handcuffs were unlocked. "This is new" muttered Riddler./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"A guard shoved us into a pile of plastic trays. "Move it" he barked./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Riddler and I quickly picked up a tray and got in line. We were soon joined by Jonathan. "Is this where we get our lunch money stolen?" I whispered as we were given some hideous mac and cheese, suspicious jelly and a juice box. Grape, apple and mango. The choices were endless. "What is going on?" I asked./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Riddler and Jonathan shared a look and both shrugged. We sat down at a table with me sitting next to Jonathan and across from Riddler. As I inspected the mac and cheese, a woman sat down next to Riddler. She had short hair and cool green eyes./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Selina" nodded Riddler politely./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Selina nodded back. "So, who's this?" Selina asked looking me over./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Beside me Jonathan tried the jelly and coughed it back out. "Don't. Eat. The. Jelly" he sputtered out as I half-heartedly tapped him in the back. I also used the non-pointy end of my plastic crappy fork to sorta manoeuvre my jelly away from me. Jonathan watched me and did the same. Riddler just looked at us and rolled his eyes. He then began a deep and intense conversation with Selina about something to do with security systems or something. More people were led into the cafeteria and soon the place looked like it was pretty full. There were clown people, an ice guy in a fancy techy suit and some disgruntled seriously short people just to change things up a bit./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"A man walked out onto a nearby podium set up in the back of the cafeteria but it was still centre enough for everyone to see. "Ahem" he said and he got everyone's attention. Those who didn't give their attention were then 'encouraged' to look. "Patients of Arkham Asylum, you have been put into our care because you pose a significant threat to society. However, here we give you all plenty of opportunities to prove that you have been cured of your respective mental illnesses. That is why, in three weeks from today, those whose behaviour is acceptable will be given a chance to demonstrate this fact to our staff. Today however after you eat, some of you will go to a park to pick up litter"./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"There was a collective groan. The man glared at us. How dare us mere mortals moan at the rich and rewarding prospect of trash picking. "In other news," said the man after he cleared his throat, "Dr Elliot will not be seeing any patients due to him being on service leave for two weeks" pointedly looking directly at me. I shifted slightly. The man, who declared himself to Warden Sharpe, rattled off some more news and stuff. He soon left after this amazing speech./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Selina walked up to me, "I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I'm Selina Kyle. You may know me as Catwoman. You are?" she asked as we were led out of the cafeteria./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Oh shit sorry, I'm Ophelia Kenway" I said. Her eyes widened. We were handcuffed and led onto a bus. I was released and forced down next to the clown lady. Selina and Riddler sat behind us. Jonathan and what looked like a burn victim on one side of his face. The bus jostled us as it flared to life./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""So," Selina leaned over, "Kenway huh? Isn't that one of the old families of Gotham? As in, old money?" This perked everyone's interest./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"I gave a small unenthusiastic laugh. "Old money. Right. Look what good it's done me" I muttered. "I wasn't open to that side of the family. I don't know if we have money or not" I said a bit louder./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Hmm, what side of the family were you open to?" asked Jonathan leaning forward, causing his square frame glasses to fall towards me slightly./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"I shrugged, "The usual stuff I guess". Jonathan was about to ask another question when a man from the front of the bus began to talk. Grateful for the interruption, I listened carefully./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"The guard gave a whole speech about the right way to use the pointy sticks to actually pick up litter and not stab each other with. Another guard made a joke about how he wished that we would stab and kill each other so he'd have "less maggots to deal with". Arseface./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Once the lead guard finished his speech and sat back down, I think one of the guards called him Aaron or Cash or something, the questions began again. After the umpteenth time I had been asked about my family's financial status by Selina, I turned around and asked her "What does it matter if my family has money or not?"/p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Selina didn't even blink. "You're the new girl and we don't know much about you, sweetheart. 'Sides, we need something to gossip about when things get span style="font-style: italic;"real/span boring" she smirked. "So how 'bout it? Is there any money in the Kenway coffers?" she leaned in real close./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Probably not. My sister likes to spend" I shrugged again, looking at the front of the bus. I did not like talking about my family./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"The girl next to me looked me over then began to talk to Selina about something, I don't really know what. The girl spoke with a really heavy Brooklyn accent and was talking in nearly a whisper. We spent the rest of the trip in silence. Riddler had somehow smuggled some paper and a writing implement onto the bus. I could tell because he used the back of my seat as his desk. Jonathan and the burn guy talked quietly in front. I took the time to look around at my fellow inmates/patients./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"There was a guy wearing a black skull mask sitting next to a seriously short, pudgy man wearing a monocle and had some really weird hands. Neither of them looked like they span style="font-style: italic;"really/span wanted to sit together./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Behind them there was an older man sitting next to a slender much younger man. He must have been about my age. The older man had an eyepatch and was looking out the window, as cool as a cucumber. The younger guy however was in a much worse place. He had bags underneath his eyes, which were looking around wildly like he was a wild animal looking for escape. He seemed to hunch over and was really sweaty. His bloodshot eyes caught mine and he made a strangled noise and looked away quickly. No one else seemed to notice./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Well except the massive man two seats behind Eyepatch and Probable Anxiety. The man wore a mask similar to those Mexican wrestlers wore. It reminded me of some of the posters I had seen around my local bodega when I went for groceries and stuff. There were these tubes that were implanted into his back, arms and neck. He was chained to bus with heavy chains but I had the feeling that if he wanted to, he could break free. He seemed to be assessing me as we both stared at each other./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Then I did the most dorkiest thing I could do in the situation. I gave a weak, barely there smile and a small wave./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"I had caught him by surprise and off guard, I could tell. Then he smiled and waved back./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"The bus came to a stop and I turned to the front, feeling like much less of a dork./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Did you know that there's a crocodile person at Arkham Asylum? Or crazy psycho clowns? I saw both as I was led to my cell. After a fair amount of walking, I was shoved into a small room with a man scribbling on the floor. The man looked up angrily as I stepped inside. He had orangy red hair and green eyes. His face turned into a sneer as he looked me up and down. He wore the same ugly orange jumpsuit as me./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"One of the guards said, "Oi Riddler! You got yourself a roommate!" And laughed as he closed the door and walked off. Asshole./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"The tips of my ears burned from embarrassment, "Um, hi" I said meekly. The man simply snorted and turned around, returning to his scribbling. I sighed. This was going to be hard. I walked over to the double bunk bed. "So, which one is yours?" I asked politely./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Both of them" he answered simply, continuing to write. My arms flopped to the sides. Really?/p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Alright. Then which do you sleep on?" I questioned./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"He stopped writing and looked at me like a child, "As I said, both" talking to me slowly. I stared at him. Was he serious?/p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"I pointed to the bottom bunk. "I'll take this one" and sat down on it. The man rolled his eyes and returned to his writing, what looked like a bunch of short sentences. This guy was seriously uptight. Time to act the way I do around the uptight. Annoying the hell outta them. "What's your name?" I asked randomly after about 10 or so minutes./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"He sighed angrily and threw his pencil on the floor. "You insist on this don't you?" He said, sounding pretty pissed. Good./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Insist on what?" I asked, sounding really innocent./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Asking me stupid and unnecessary questions! You know my name. The guard just said it" the man fumed./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Oh yeah! What was it again? Diddler? Fiddler? Piddler?" I mused./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Riddler!" He screamed in frustration./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"I made a noise of disbelief. "You sure?" I really think it was one of the others…" I said./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"If looks could fucking murder me, then Riddler's would be holding the largest and most dangerous pointy thing in existence. After glaring at me for a bit, he returned to what I presumed was his riddles although, although I think I saw a grocery list or two in there./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Someone started clapping. The slow, sarcastic clap that is usually followed with a witty remark of some kind. A tall, wiry man in the cell across with an amused look on his face./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Well done dear. First day and you've already pissed off one of the smartest men here" he remarked, not as witty as the clapping promised but he seemed pretty damn happy./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Riddler straightened up and turned to the other guy. "One of the smartest? I am the smartest!" Riddler proudly declared. The other guy just rolled his eyes. Riddler didn't look too happy at his declaration being dissed./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"I, being as graceful as a walrus in an underwater minefield, waved as said "Hi". Other guy appeared almost shocked at manner being used in front of him./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" Other guy appeared almost shocked at manners being used in front of him. He returned my hello and said, "I am Jonathan Crane. I also go by Scarecrow"./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"I nodded, "Cool, cool". I looked around, not sure what to do next. An alarm sounded. Jonathan and Riddler both stood away from the glass. Guards began to come around and escort people from their cells./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Just do what I do" whispered Riddler as two guards opened the cell. We were both handcuffed and led out a kind of cafeteria style eating area. Our handcuffs were unlocked. "This is new" muttered Riddler./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"A guard shoved us into a pile of plastic trays. "Move it" he barked./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Riddler and I quickly picked up a tray and got in line. We were soon joined by Jonathan. "Is this where we get our lunch money stolen?" I whispered as we were given some hideous mac and cheese, suspicious jelly and a juice box. Grape, apple and mango. The choices were endless. "What is going on?" I asked./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Riddler and Jonathan shared a look and both shrugged. We sat down at a table with me sitting next to Jonathan and across from Riddler. As I inspected the mac and cheese, a woman sat down next to Riddler. She had short hair and cool green eyes./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Selina" nodded Riddler politely./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Selina nodded back. "So, who's this?" Selina asked looking me over./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Beside me Jonathan tried the jelly and coughed it back out. "Don't. Eat. The. Jelly" he sputtered out as I half-heartedly tapped him in the back. I also used the non-pointy end of my plastic crappy fork to sorta manoeuvre my jelly away from me. Jonathan watched me and did the same. Riddler just looked at us and rolled his eyes. He then began a deep and intense conversation with Selina about something to do with security systems or something. More people were led into the cafeteria and soon the place looked like it was pretty full. There were clown people, an ice guy in a fancy techy suit and some disgruntled seriously short people just to change things up a bit./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"A man walked out onto a nearby podium set up in the back of the cafeteria but it was still centre enough for everyone to see. "Ahem" he said and he got everyone's attention. Those who didn't give their attention were then 'encouraged' to look. "Patients of Arkham Asylum, you have been put into our care because you pose a significant threat to society. However, here we give you all plenty of opportunities to prove that you have been cured of your respective mental illnesses. That is why, in three weeks from today, those whose behaviour is acceptable will be given a chance to demonstrate this fact to our staff. Today however after you eat, some of you will go to a park to pick up litter"./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"There was a collective groan. The man glared at us. How dare us mere mortals moan at the rich and rewarding prospect of trash picking. "In other news," said the man after he cleared his throat, "Dr Elliot will not be seeing any patients due to him being on service leave for two weeks" pointedly looking directly at me. I shifted slightly. The man, who declared himself to Warden Sharpe, rattled off some more news and stuff. He soon left after this amazing speech./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Selina walked up to me, "I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I'm Selina Kyle. You may know me as Catwoman. You are?" she asked as we were led out of the cafeteria./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Oh shit sorry, I'm Ophelia Kenway" I said. Her eyes widened. We were handcuffed and led onto a bus. I was released and forced down next to the clown lady. Selina and Riddler sat behind us. Jonathan and what looked like a burn victim on one side of his face. The bus jostled us as it flared to life./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""So," Selina leaned over, "Kenway huh? Isn't that one of the old families of Gotham? As in, old money?" This perked everyone's interest./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"I gave a small unenthusiastic laugh. "Old money. Right. Look what good it's done me" I muttered. "I wasn't open to that side of the family. I don't know if we have money or not" I said a bit louder./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Hmm, what side of the family were you open to?" asked Jonathan leaning forward, causing his square frame glasses to fall towards me slightly./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"I shrugged, "The usual stuff I guess". Jonathan was about to ask another question when a man from the front of the bus began to talk. Grateful for the interruption, I listened carefully./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"The guard gave a whole speech about the right way to use the pointy sticks to actually pick up litter and not stab each other with. Another guard made a joke about how he wished that we would stab and kill each other so he'd have "less maggots to deal with". Arseface./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Once the lead guard finished his speech and sat back down, I think one of the guards called him Aaron or Cash or something, the questions began again. After the umpteenth time I had been asked about my family's financial status by Selina, I turned around and asked her "What does it matter if my family has money or not?"/p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Selina didn't even blink. "You're the new girl and we don't know much about you, sweetheart. 'Sides, we need something to gossip about when things get span style="font-style: italic;"real/span boring" she smirked. "So how 'bout it? Is there any money in the Kenway coffers?" she leaned in real close./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;""Probably not. My sister likes to spend" I shrugged again, looking at the front of the bus. I did not like talking about my family./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"The girl next to me looked me over then began to talk to Selina about something, I don't really know what. The girl spoke with a really heavy Brooklyn accent and was talking in nearly a whisper. We spent the rest of the trip in silence. Riddler had somehow smuggled some paper and a writing implement onto the bus. I could tell because he used the back of my seat as his desk. Jonathan and the burn guy talked quietly in front. I took the time to look around at my fellow inmates/patients./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"There was a guy wearing a black skull mask sitting next to a seriously short, pudgy man wearing a monocle and had some really weird hands. Neither of them looked like they span style="font-style: italic;"really/span wanted to sit together./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Behind them there was an older man sitting next to a slender much younger man. He must have been about my age. The older man had an eyepatch and was looking out the window, as cool as a cucumber. The younger guy however was in a much worse place. He had bags underneath his eyes, which were looking around wildly like he was a wild animal looking for escape. He seemed to hunch over and was really sweaty. His bloodshot eyes caught mine and he made a strangled noise and looked away quickly. No one else seemed to notice./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Well except the massive man two seats behind Eyepatch and Probable Anxiety. The man wore a mask similar to those Mexican wrestlers wore. It reminded me of some of the posters I had seen around my local bodega when I went for groceries and stuff. There were these tubes that were implanted into his back, arms and neck. He was chained to bus with heavy chains but I had the feeling that if he wanted to, he could break free. He seemed to be assessing me as we both stared at each other./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"Then I did the most dorkiest thing I could do in the situation. I gave a weak, barely there smile and a small wave./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"I had caught him by surprise and off guard, I could tell. Then he smiled and waved back./p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;" /p
p style="margin: 0in; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt;"The bus came to a stop and I turned to the front, feeling like much less of a dork./p