No one knew exactly what they were hearing. Was this was some method of torture? But surely there could be nothing worse than solitary! Could there? Just what was happening? Everyone was terrified that whatever it was, what if they were next? They only knew that whatever was being done to Jonathan must be terrible. They could hear how terrified he sounded. Just what could the chief be doing to him? Perhaps it was better that they don't know what was being done to Jonathan. This was surely his punishment for having escaped. The escape had enraged the chief so much, and had made things much worse, yet hardly anyone felt any resentment toward Jonathan. They were too terrified.
When he dragged Jonathan back to his cell, Lyle made sure that all the inmates saw. Instead of going straight, he took him down all the corridors, for everyone to see. Jonathan could only just keep up the chief, who didn't even bother slow down. Whenever it seemed Jonathan would fail to keep up, he would simply pull, or perhaps even push.
This time, Jonathan couldn't even beg. He had no breath left to say anything. He only wished to be in his cell. Finally, once everyone had seen, Lyle took him back to his cell. He felt humiliated, but very glad to reach his cell. There was absolutely nothing there, as privileges were a thing of the past, and he did not feel safe, as he once had. No one did. Rather the opposite. For all the inmates, each second was only to be living in fear. Fear of each other, fear of the chief, fear of everything.
Jervis was shaking in his shoes, and as he heard Lyle approaching, he backed into a corner. Harley was almost in tears of terror, and was trying to hide under the bed, as she heard the chief approaching.
Lyle smirked when he saw this. She wanted to hide under the bed, did she? He would make sure she hid there. What would be best for her to find there? She would not want to so much as go near the bed after what he would prepare for her, which was very fitting, as no one ever left their cells.
A few days later, the news came that there was to be a hearing. Not that Lyle was worried. After all, it would simply serve to show how efficient he was at his job, and perhaps to offer him a pay raise, not that he cared for the money. As a matter of fact, what he would prefer most would be to have his contract extended. Even if they did not pay him, he would still remain here. He simply cared about keeping control, but most importantly, keeping order. Keeping the inmates under control, therefore, keeping chaos from coming to Gotham.