Two
Within the thick darkness of the house in the early hours of morning, a light shone from the inside of the Archer residence's kitchen, where Abby Archer sat silently at the oak table. She looked towards the silent corner of the kitchen, where their orange cat that lay within the colors of blue of walls, purring as he slept through the night. She could feel tears stinging in her eyes and pulling heat away from the skin of her face as she stared down at the cover story of the gray newspaper before her, the enormous, black, thick letters staring back towards her.
Kid Rot Transferred to Arkham Asylum in Gotham
"Abby? Is that you?" Abby turned to see Ty Archer, her brother and co-worker in the Grossology Department, standing at the arching doorway of the kitchen, dressed in his blue shirt and white pajama bottoms. His jet black hair was scattered towards different directions, and his eyes were crimson with exhaustion. Ty yawned as he made his way down towards the table, perching next to his sister. The title of the newspaper caught his attention, and his tired expression transformed into a disappointed stare.
"Don't tell me…" Ty began.
"Ty, I can't help it. I can't imagine Chester, the Chester we knew, in that place." Abby sighed.
"Kid Rot murdered ten people, remember! He chose to be a criminal, just like all the other scum that they have locked away in that terrible place." Ty replied sternly.
"Do you really mean to tell me that you really think that he's someone like…I don't know….the Joker, or Killer Croc, or something? I hear awful stories about Arkham, where they take only the most violent criminals." Abby argued.
"Exactly what Kid Rot is. He didn't just kill ten people; he rotted the skin off their bodies and rotted their organs to the core. Don't tell me you don't think that a sicko like that doesn't deserve to be at Arkham.
"It just…..it still……" The thoughts trailed off and a melancholy silence fell upon Abby. Suddenly, Ty's Grossometer, which he kept in his pocket at every time, began to ring. He reached into the pocket of his pants and withdrew the tiny green communicator. Ty opened it, and Lab Rat appeared on the screen.
"Ty are you there?" Lab Rat called.
"Yeah Rat, what's up?" Ty asked.
"Get Abby and get to the Gag Lab…now." Lab Rat replied.
"Who could it be at this time of night? Don't tell me it's Sloppy Joe or Fartor or someone that's not any trouble and can't wait 'till morning." Abby groaned.
"No, it's worse. Guess who just broke out of Arkham." Lab Rat said.
"Chester?" Abby gasped.
"And he's not alone. Apparently, he killed seven people on his way out, and guess who was with him." Lab Rat continued. Abby and Ty remained in a suspenseful silence, but Lab Rat broke it: "The Joker, he's along with Chester."
"The Joker? Oh my God…" Abby shivered.
"Still think Chester doesn't deserve to be at Arkham? Don't worry Lab Rat; we'll be there in about ten minutes." Ty replied.
"I need you here in six. If Kid Rot's with the Joker, who knows what kind of havoc those two could cause." Lab Rat replied.
