Arkham security was no place for a rookie. But everyone had to start somewhere, and Don Jones, hired muscle, had been promised that if anything went seriously wrong, at least he wouldn't have to handle it alone.
When the security system went haywire, an entire team was dispatched to investigate.
They found a number of empty cells, and seven missing prisoners.
This was not going to be a good day.
They followed the inmates' path to the main exit, following a line of disabled guards and orderlies.
At the door they met Harley Quinn, throwing a fit and screaming about going back for Mistah J. It took three guards to subdue her. The remaining three pressed on.
If they had known, they would have just left her unconscious and handcuffed to the door. But Jones was only beginning to suspect.
Before they managed to cross the grounds, a wall of briars sprang up in front of them like something out of sleeping beauty. And their wicked witch, Poison Ivy, was making it damn clear that she didn't intend to leave Harley in the castle.
Jones wasn't a typical musclebound thug. He may have been particularly well suited to his physically demanding career, but there was a functioning brain somewhere underneath his Kevlar helmet. He put two and two together, and realized that the ringleader of this little group was using the others to play for time, probably manipulating them without their knowledge.
He left his teammates to deal with Ivy and made his way past her, unnoticed.
His guess was confirmed when he came upon Mr. Freeze struggling against a "malfunctioning" suit. Those suits that were the only thing that could protect him from being roasted alive by the warm spring air also happened to be so heavy that, if he lost power, he could barely move. Walking was impossible.
He was already looking ill. If he didn't get into a subzero environment soon, he was a dead man. Jones knew he should go after the other escapee and do his best to bring them in. His superiors would expect no less.
Reluctantly, he radioed for backup and started to drag the melting popsicle toward the building.
He just hoped there was someone left to respond.