Three –
I sat in my cell, contemplating the tragedies of yesterday. Out of each and every crime the Joker & I committed together, I never played a personal hand in the death of anyone. No one had ever died because of me. Mr. J always did It – if needed at all – while I was away, robbing the place. It was only until yesterday, that I had been the direct reason for someone's death.
We'd set off in the morning to rob a bank – sources said they were closed, without a working alarm system, and most definitely loaded with cash. We had everything mapped out, and Mr. J's henchmen, all too disposable, disabled the electricity. Once their job was done, Mr. J disabled them. Permanently. Everything was cool as Mr. J and I strode into the security office, open 24/7, and began firing. What wasn't planned was the escape of one guard. I was told to chase him down, so I did.
The guard was hauling ass down the secluded road, which in time would connect with a larger, more public street, and I couldn't have that. He was just reaching the intersection, waving his hands wildly. I tackled him and we fell into the middle of the road. An 18-wheeler, unable to stop, came barreling toward us, and my instincts kicked in. Just as it crossed into the intersection, I leapt back, forgetting the helpless guard. My body gasped before my mind could understand its mistake. My mind screamed in realization, but it was too late. The large truck screeched, finally, to a halt just down the street, a long smear of blood trailed behind it. The driver burst out of the door, trembling. He surveyed the damage with a mortified look, but then he turned his gaze to me.
"You crazy bitch," he said, "this is your fault." All mortification left him, and a scowl crossed his face. He hopped back into his truck, continuing his trip. He left and I left, leaving the guard's lifeless, decapitated body sprawled out on the street. It was all my fault, too. I killed him.
Four –
Three sharp raps on the glass barrier of my cell stole me away from my self-loathing.
"Out," said the guard while she hid her face. "Now, Miss Quinn."
I obeyed, eyeing the secretive guard. Newbie, I thought.
The guard led me down a number of corridors, using her pass-key multiple times. She took me down hallways I'd never seen before. I wasn't even aware that Arkham was so big.
She clenched my arm when we reached one particular door at the end of a hallway. She shoved me into it. Bright light burned the gray away when my body pushed the bar, subsequently opening the door. An ear-splitting screech erupted from the speakers just above me. In the split-second that all this had happened, the guard removed her hat, revealing long, flowing red hair. Poison Ivy stood before me – my good pal, Red.