Disclaimer: Don't own this or that blah, blah, blah, oh I don't care anymore. WHERE ARE MY REVIEWS, DAMNIT! Sorry. Bad day.
In the Arkham Asylum a figure in the darkness stayed absolutely still. Like if it was in deep concentration. In a slithering motion, it crawled forth on the ceiling but slowly. It looked through each cell, each filled with a psychopath. But some were also filled with some interesting looking characters.
"Joker… Rag Doll… Scarecrow…Harley Quinn… Ivy…" The figure stopped in front of a certain cell with a weird shaped body with green eyes. The figure frowned with its one eye as its glance followed a young man pacing the halls of the prison. It was probably the man who did the improvising. He wasn't really a threat but just to be safe, the masked anonymous set off some knock out gas. The improviser started coughing and in mere moments was taken out. Some of the prisoners looked out to see was going on as the jail breaker jumped from the ceiling to in front of the cell that caught its eye. With one swift kick, the door went flying into the jail cell. The alarms started to go off but the costumed villain ignored it. It extended its hand out to the prisoner in a friendly way. "… Come with me…"
Robin's fist violently bangs against the table in his room where he used to research Slade. He was doing his violent researches where he would find worthless information and he would blow up because he couldn't find anything. Starfire comes in with a worried look.
"Robin, you have not eaten in quite the while. I have already made the 'supper' a few hours ago and it is getting cold…" She said quietly daring to take a step to Robin's angry self.
"I'm just not in the mood to eat, Star. I'll come down later." Robin answered as he got back to work. The alien's expression didn't budge but was about to leave until the alarm blasted. Robin got up and ran into the living room as Starfire followed. Cyborg ran up to Robin in a worried look.
"Robin! There's someone in the tower!" He shouted. Robin's mask narrowed.
"Titans, investigate!" Robin ordered as he took out his bow staff and ran into the hall where everybody's rooms were. He checked every single room but didn't find anything. When he went back to the living room just to meet up with Starfire and Cyborg along with Raven who said they didn't find anything he asked:
"Where's Beast Boy?" The remaining Titans looked at each other and all shrugged. Robin didn't like this. The alarm suddenly stopped like somebody switched it off and Beast Boy came in looking unharmed. But there was something about him that didn't look right. Robin ran over to Beast Boy and grabbed him on the shoulders.
"Beast Boy, did you see anything?" He asked worriedly. Beast Boy gave him a confused look.
"Uh...no… now, you wouldn't mind letting go of me…" Beast Boy said irritably. Robin let go of him slowly in surprise and backed up.
"Um… okay Beast Boy. Whatever you say…" Robin responded.
That night, Beast Boy was in his room with a funny looking communicator in his hand. He looked back at his door to see if anyone would come in.
"Clayface, come in. Come in, Clayface. Clayface are you there?" A voice boomed through the device. Beast Boy looked back at it.
"Yeah, I'm here. What am I supposed to do again? I'm supposed to act like this green freak until you come in?" He asked in frustration.
"Yes, now if you don't want to go back to Gotham I suggest you do what you're told well and ask fewer questions. Is that understood?" The feminine voice hissed back from the communicator. Clayface frowned and agreed. "Good. Don't mess this up, Clayface. Or else I'll deal with you personally." The last part made the man shudder. The communicator was shut off right after the comment and the man of clay sighed.
"This won't be easy."
Finally I'm done. I had to rack my brain for this one… well at least it's done…