The Escape.
It's been two weeks since the incident with Scarecrow. Since then there have been many others unfortunately. But, during this time I've learnt to find the differences between Jonathan and Scarecrow. I can usually tell which one I'm talking to with simple actions. Jonathan is more calm and collected and always acts very professional at all times, but Scarecrow is far more...Brash. Scarecrow, it seems, is a bit Bi-Polar. According to Jonathan, I'm the only person who has encountered Scarecrow and lived to tell the tale, or at least been capable of telling the tale. Since I've been working at Arkham, it seems as though I've grown close to Jonathan. He, protects me, so to speak. And I'm not sure what his intentions are. Though Jonathan's intentions seem fine, I still have to worry about Scarecrow, he's... unpredictable. I have also noticed that usually when Jonathan is quiet for long periods of time, he isn't ignoring me, he says that Scarecrow is talking to him. I often ask what Scarecrow is saying but Jonathan says I needn't worry, it's nothing that threatens me.
"I'm escaping tonight Miss Fortune. And I'd like you to come with me." Jonathan states as soon as I take my usual seat in the interview room.
I look to Jonathan in surprise. "Jonathan you can't do that, the police will be after you and everyone will-"
"I am fully aware of the.. troubles, that may arise. But with you by my side, I feel we can acomplish anything."
"Me? I couldn't possibly-"
"You are capable of much more than you think Shannon." Jonathan says.
I sigh. "What do you want me to do?"
Jonathan smirks and leans forward. "Here's the plan.."
Jonathan explains the plan in detail. "Are you sure this will work?"
Jonathan smiles. "Positive."
I sigh and shake my head. "I can't believe I'm doing this."
"Until tonight Miss Fortune." Jonathan says as he is leaded out and back into his cell.
Since I usually finish my shift at Arkham straight after my session with Jonathan I head home and make a few calls to some old friends.
"Charlie, I need you and the others to do me a favour. For old times sake." I speak into the phone.
"Well Miss Fortune, I thought you'd never ask." Charlie replies, I can pretty much hear Charlie smiling through the phone already.
"What exactly are we going after may I ask?" Charlie adds.
"Not a what but a WHO. And that who is Dr Jonathan Crane, otherwise known as Scarecrow."
"You mean we're breaking him out of Arkham?"
"It would seem that way. Meet me outside Arkham's gates in two hours." I say before hanging up.
Walking to my closet I pull out my old disguise, simple black and green striped skin tight jeans, a plain black singlet and a neon green belt to match.
"Never did I think I would pull this thing out again." I sigh as I pull my clothes on.
"Here we go.."
Pulling up on the opposite side of the road of Arkham I see three other figures leaning on the gates. I smirk and get out of my car, slowly making my way to them.
"I'm so glad you guys could make it." I say, raising my arms in the air for dramatic affect.
"Anything for an old boss." Charlie pipes up sarcastically.
In the time of two seconds I have a gun point blank at Charlies head. "Don't think just because I've hired you again that I need you to stick around after this. I will not hesitate to blow your head off."
charlies eyes widen at the threat. "Y-Yes Boss."
I smile. "Let's start this shit then!" I exlcaim as I pull out my keycard to get into the Asylum.
"Now, this operation is simple. We go in, blow some shit up, get Scarecrow then get the fuck out. If one of you gets shot then be prepared to be left behind. Everyone know their places?" I order.
"Yes boss." Devon pipes.
"Good." I reply as we stop outside the main door and get our weapons out. "Let the games..Begin."
We all walk in and notice no one at the front desk.
"Devon, you stay here, no one gets in or out of this place, they try, you kill 'em." I order.
Devon nods and scopes around the entrance for any people.
"Charlie, you take the floor below. No one is to leave that floor." Charlie nods and heads down the stairs and soon disappears.
"Evan, you take the floor above mine, kill any guard or doctor there. No one leaves."
"Got it." Evan says as he marches up the stairs.
"God dammit Crane I'm gonna kill you if this fails." I mumble as I make my way to the floor above, where Jonathan is waiting.
"148607...148608...ah! 148609!" Placing a small bomb onto the door I step back and let it explode.
Looking inside the room, I see Jonathan there sitting in his cot staring at the ceiling.
"Why didn't you just use your keycard to open the door?" Jonathan asks as I help him out of his straight-Jacket.
"Well where's the fun in that?" I ask as I lead him out of the room.
I stop walking when i hear heavy footsteps trudding up the stairs. "Boss! Boss! We...We gotta problem." Evan exclaims as he reaches the top step.
I growl and face him. "What?"
"Charlie.. He.. He's opened all the cells in his area."
"And?"
"Harley Quinn and The Joker are there."
I sigh in annoyance. "Gotta do everything yourself these days.." I mumble. "Where's Charlie?"
"I...I...I"
"WHERE IS HE?" I growl, in almost a demonic voice. It must have been freaky because I feel Jonathan jump beside me.
"Downstairs." Evan squeaks.
I grab Jonathan's wrist and pull him downstairs with me. Charlie speeds toward me.
"Boss I-" I cut Charlie off by shooting him in the head.
"Any of you two got anything to add?" I growl.
Before any of them can answer I hear clapping getting closer.
"Well well, and uh, who do I have to thank for letting myself and Harley outta this place?" The familliar voice of The Joker asks.
I point to a now dead Charlie. "Thank him. And unless you wanna die tonight Joker, which I assure you I will have the greatest pleasure in killing you, I suggest you and your little uh, Harlequin LEAVE." I growl.
Joker holds his arms up in defeat. "Alright, we're going."
As they leave Jonathan tugs on my arm. "What?"
"We should leave." He whispers in my ear.
This simple action calms me down enough to lead everyone out of the Asylum.
Devon and Evan get into their car and drive off. I lead Jonathan to my car and get in.
"So where you headed?" I ask.
"Well there's the thing. I don't have anywhere to go." He mumbles.
I sigh. "Why have I got a feeling this is your way of asking to stay at my place?"
"Because it..is?"
"Fine, but you're sleeping on the couch." I mumble.