"I'm in." whispered Tim Drake through his intercom, sneaking around the vents within Arkham Asylum's walls.
"Good. Let me know when you find the cell. I'll try to break the code on the door after you've scanned it." replied Barbara Gordon, who was currently inside the Batcave, interrogating an old foe with Oliver Queen "So, should we do good cop, bad cop routine?"
"I think just bad cop routine would be more effective." answered Queen, staring at the defenseless Riddler, tied up in a wooden chair.
"You're not getting anywhere?" asked Gordon.
"Negative." said Queen, crossing his arms.
"Let me try." said Gordon confidently, walking into the room where Riddler sat, with Queen following behind.
"Ah, Batgirl. What lovely red locks you have." said the Riddler.
"Cut the bull crap Enigma. Tell me what Crane is planning." said Gordon with seriousness in her voice.
"Oh, and what makes you think I know what Crane's plans are? I'm not a mind reader... but I could come close to being one, hoho."
"Alright enough!" shouted Queen, slamming his fist on the table "Tell us everything you know. Now!"
"Ooh, the green archer looks pretty steamed. I thought HE was supposed to be the good cop. Tell me Greeny, does those green tights ever ride up?"
"No." huffed Queen, taking an arrow out of his quiver and tipping the point of it with his index finger "But something is going to be riding up if someone doesn't start talking."
"Alright, fine. I'll talk. If you truly want to know, Crane is up to his old tricks again. About to flood the entirety of Gotham City in a sea of fear gas, hoo hoo. But that's not all. I've talked with Crane, and apparently this toxin of his is going to have a special ingredient added into the mix."
"Would you be so kind as to share that recipe with us?" Gordon said sarcastically.
"I would, but even I don't know what that dastardly Scarecrow has under his hood. All I can say is he who laughs less, laughs last."
Before Barbara or Oliver could ask anymore questions, the Riddler started laughing hysterically. His eyes glazed a bright green and his lips grew red. He had a giant smile right upon his face. He snapped his head back and sat there, with his now dead eyes staring at the ceiling.
"God." said Oliver "What the hell just happened?"
"Joker serum."
"What?"
"Joker serum. It's the same chemical that turned the Joker into the maniac we all know him to be."
Barbara walked over to the Riddlers body, sticking a needle into his neck and extracting his blood.
"I'm going to try to do some tests and see what exactly is mixed into this stuff." said Barbara, stuffing the blood sample into her utility belt.
"That's a good idea." agreed Oliver "You think Tim has found the cell yet?
"Shit, I almost forgot." said Barbara, rushing over to the computer "Tim, do you hear me?"
"Yeah, I hear you. I was wondering where you went off to." said Tim, staring down at a guard beneath him, punching in the number code on the cell he was looking for "I finally found that cell. You think you can crack that code for me?"
"I know I can." said Barbara, typing out the code onto the computer "Tim, the code is 2 5 4 5. Got it?"
"Got it. I'm going in."
Tim opened up the air duct and dropped on the floor in front of the cell. He typed in the code and opened the door to find the one he's been looking for...
"Harley Quinn."
To be continued...
