Jonathan then took a deep breath and gave Jervis a very serious look. "Jervis…today I will die."
Jervis stared off continuing to swing back and forth. "Curiouser and curiouser."
"LISTEN! I will go over to where Lyle is-"
(What you didn't know Bolton was around? Yeah, he's in the corner tossing a football, minding his own business.) "I'll go over where Lyles is, and I will sacrifice my life to get to the medical ward." Jonathan exclaimed in a hushed voice.
"What part of that sounds like a good idea, my friend?" Jervis tilted his head to the side questionably.
"Once I get there, I'll knock out the guards with a glass pitcher, or something, and then sneak through the air vents, out the front gate."
"Wouldn't you be in restraints?"
"(Sigh)…not with my arms torn off…" Jon flipped back towards the direction Bolton was, and then slowly stepped closer and closer.
Lyle glanced to his side and noticed the skinnier man coming towards him. "Hey! I left you alone the past fifteen minutes, you better not start some trouble!"
Scarecrow swallowed hard, gathering enough courage to speak up. "Y-y…"
"Yeah? You got somethin' to say, punk?"
"Y-your mother eats used socks!"
A guard at the entrance gasped loudly and every inmate and employee stood in awe and shock. Wow! Either Jonathan was being really brave, or being really stupid.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY MOM!" Bolton spat between grinding his teeth, looking as if he was ready to punch Scarecrow's lights out.
"You heard me!" Stepping closer. "Your-mom-eats-SOCKS!" He flipped the football Bolton was holding out of his hands. "Used ones!"
Lyle snapped. The world went silent, then what was heard, was the raging screams coming from the former security guard. Jonathan fell back a few feet, almost ready to run and hide, but was grabbed by the torso and arm.
"BOLTON NO!" Bartholomew yelled out.
"I'LL SHOW YOU!" Bolton ripped Jonathan's arm clean off. "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! JUSTICE!"
The other guards around the court tackled Bolton and tried stopping him from tearing off any more limbs. Bartholomew ran over to the now screaming professor Crane and tried stopping the blood from pouring out everywhere. The inmates on the other hand, stood in complete horror, frozen in fear. Edward scratched his chin in confusion, Poison Ivy stood there with her jaw hanging wide open, Harley quickly looked away, the Mad Hatter fell backwards off his swing in terror, Two-Face covered one of his eyes, and Croc stayed where he was in the rock pile…just minding his own business.
"GET HIM TO THE EMERGENCY ROOM! WE'RE NOT LOSING HIM!" Bartholomew continued cradling Jonathan in his arms. "It's gonna be alright!"
Jonathan barely muttering under his breath. "...This…isn't…helping…"
Soon the nurses came running out, immediately rushing him to the medical ward as the guards carried Bolton back inside.
It was silent…
No noise at all.
Harley was still turned away while Ivy tried comforting her. Edward was about to make a sassy remark, but then got lost in what words to say… Jervis lifted himself back up, fixed his hat, and ran over to the giant blood spot on the floor to examine it.
"Ok guys, you should be heading back to your cells now." Dr. Bartholomew instructed the group wiping the sweat from his brow.
They looked un-easy and followed the doctor back inside the building.
