Chapter 2
"Welcome to Arkham Asylum Storm nobody will harm you whilst you are under my protection."
Storm smiled. When Edward released Storm's hands she noticed her hands were shaking from the adrenalin rush from meeting a super criminal. Storm felt safer now that she had a protector in Arkham.
"Before we go any further in this conversation may I ask you a riddle?" Edward asked
"Sure," Storm did not know what to expect sure she like puzzles, riddles and brain teasers but The Riddler's riddles where on another level.
"Riddle me this, when you throw it out the window you get a grieving wife, but bring it back thought the door you have a new life. What am I?"
Storm sat for a few minutes thinking. She knew this she heard it before.
"Is it the letter n?"
"Well done Storm even Harley couldn't get that besides she can't get the simplest riddle"
Storm giggled maybe life in Arkham won't be so bad after all.
As the day lingered on Storm became increasingly board she had nothing to do unlike the other inmates, they had books to read or they could talk to the other inmates. Storm only had The Riddler to talk to but he was reading another book of riddles. Storm sat on the bed and looked over at Harley who was playing with what looked like a handmade Joker doll.
"Sad isn't it?"
Storm jumped at the sound of Edward's voice. She turned to see Edward looking at her.
"Yeah" Storm sighed "I hate being here, I'm just so board I have nothing to do"
Edward was no longer looking at her, he had turned his back on her and was rummaging around under his bed. Storm was confused until he walked back over to the bars carrying a very dusty book. He held the book out to her.
"Here take this."
Storm took it with no hesitation finally something to do in this place. She used her hand to brush off the dust to read the title: Beginners guide to riddles.
"Seriously." Storm exclaimed. Edward just laughed.
"It's all I've got if you want to be board for the next week give it back."
This confused Storm what did he mean "for the next week."
"No, the books fine. But what did you mean for the next week."
"Of cause you don't know every prisoner from Arkham and Black Gate are being released into Arkham City."
Storm was shocked. Why her doctor, Rebecca, did not tell her this was a mystery.
"Edward, how do you know that?"
"It's my job to know"
This was not a good. Storm in Arkham city she would not last five seconds.
"When will we be put in there?"
"In six days on Monday."
This reassured Storm a little bit, she had six days to get a reputation so that nobody would hurt her. That's the hard bit that may not work.
As the evening rolled in the guards brought round dinner. Edward gave a sarcastic "yay" as the tray was slid under the bars. Cold chicken, lumpy gravy, soggy carrots and rock hard potatoes. Storm was hungry and ate her food the taste was worse than its appearance but it was food none the less. Her tray was the first to be slid back under the bars. The food was heavy in Storm's stomach she should have eaten slower. The only sound was the clatter of trays and the clinking of cutlery, Storm laid down on the bed and started reading. The book was more interesting than she thought it would be so the saying "never judge a book by its cover was true." Edward had left notes written in pencil next to riddles stating how he would use that particular riddle and who he would tell it to. At nine the lights went out Storm had not realised that she had been reading for three hours straight and she was only a quarter of the way though the book. Storm folded the corner of the page and then put the book under her pillow. Rolling over Storm fell asleep. Tomorrow was a new day.
