Disc: don't own characters or Arkham. Melinda belongs to me.

Friday

Just woke up. Breakfast is soon…I looked across the hall but I can't see Downey…

She's probably just in bed though. There's no way she could have escaped last night. I heard that they doubled the guard because they heard from one of the inmates that someone was planning a breakout. And she's one woman. An inexperienced woman. There is no way she could have gotten out of Arkham last night.

Absolutely no way.

"Hey, Jonathan, did you here? Melinda escaped last night!"

The Master of Fear sat straight up in bed, tossing his journal to the floor.

"She what?"

Across the hall, Edward Nygma folded his arms and smirked. "She left. Gone. Poof. Escaped. I know, because she said goodbye to me on her way out."

"What?"

"You heard me. She said 'See ya later'. I suppose I could have gone too, but I wanted to see your face when you found out."

"No!" Jonathan said, rubbing his hands over his face. "She's gone? How did she do it? I have to know!"

Eddie laughed. "That's usually my line."

"This isn't funny, Edward!"

"Will you two be quiet?" came a voice from the bunk below Jonathan. "Some of us are trying to sleep!"

Flopping onto his stomach, Jonathan poked his head down over the edge of his bed and wormed his way over so it was about two feet from the Mad Hatter's.

"Did you see her?" he asked, shaking his head as the blood rushed to it. "Did you? Did she say goodbye to you too?"

Jervis scowled. "Hold your tongue! I was asleep! Just like I should be now!" The Hatter rolled over and pulled the blankets over his head.

Jonathan pulled himself back onto his bunk, banging his head on the ceiling as he did so. "Ow!"

Oh, perfect. Melinda had proved him wrong, he was up way to early, and now he had a pounding headache! What next?

~A Half-hour Later~

A piece of overly-done bacon went flying across the Arkham cafeteria. Jonathan, head down on the table, groaned inwardly.

"Huh. Pigs are flying. Guess you were right, huh, Jon? Melinda will escape when pigs fly…isn't that what you said?"

"Shut up, Eddie."

Another piece of meat went flying overhead.

"Bacon fight!" somebody shouted. The majority of the room looked over at Harvey Dent. There were a few snickers.

"Hey!" Two-Face growled. "I resent that!"

Another piece of bacon flew.

Jonathan seriously considered ducking under the table. She was gone. But how? Then the Master of Fear had an idea.

Grabbing the Riddler by the sleeve, he dragged the man under the table.

"Hey! What…Jonathan!"

"Shhhhhhh…." Jonathan whispered, face uncomfortably close to Eddie's.

"Ummm….Jon? Whatcha doin'?" the Prince of Puzzles asked, chuckling nervously.

"Tonight." Jonathan said, leaning closer. "Tonight, we're breaking out."

"Um…ok, why tonight?"

"So we can find Melinda! And find out how she broke out! Oh, when I find her…"

"Ok, um, let me get this straight." Eddie said, leaning away from the Master of Fear. "You want to break out of Arkham to find Melinda to find out how she broke out of Arkham?"

Jonathan grinned, bouncing on his heels and smacking his head for the second time that day against the underside of the table.

"Ow. Yes! Exactly! Are you with me?"

Wanting to leave, himself, and not knowing what Jonathan would do in his current state if he refused, Eddie nodded enthusiastically. "Sure!"

Jonathan grinned even larger and clambered out from under the table.

Tonight, he'd get out too.