And 'lo, here is the chapter we've all been waiting for! Tim conducts his plan. Enjoy~
Tim recites the "Walrus and the Carpenter" to the doctor who is sitting with him. His cuffed hands sit on the white table. After the incident with the Joker, he had to wear cuffs everywhere. He supposes this is reasonable, but he doesn't have to like it.
"I memorized it in the sixth grade," Tim says, "just to prove that I could."
"And what does it mean to you now?" All the questions had been like this.
"Betrayal. That's what the Walrus and the Carpenter do to the oysters, right? Betray them. And that's why I'm here." Tim smiles his wry smile and looks away.
The doctor looks upset and reaches out to pat him on the knee. Tim sheds the cuffs and pulls him forward, then knocks the man unconscious. He takes the doctor's ID badges for the locks.
Then he runs.
The sun, he thinks, I can reach the sun and I'll be freefreefree—
He makes it through two doors (there are five total, including the main door) before guards start to respond. Most have stun guns, a couple have tranq guns. One or two have guns.
Tim slips past the first few, takes out a few more. The worst they'll have is a headache. He knows this. But a small twinge of guilt settles near his abdomen.
He uses the ID badge to get out of the main door (because it's after nine at night and the front door locks down) and it out into the night. It's windy and a little chilly, but Tim doesn't stop running. His lungs and legs are screaming for a break as he scales and gets past the main gate.
He doesn't stop running even after. He makes for the bridge—running, running— and he'll be free.
"Come on, Tim. You got this." Conner's flying beside and slightly above him.
He's so close to freedom he can taste it.
Get out of Arkham, get to the sun.