There was still power running down here. Bishop could tell by the electrical wires that clung loosely to the walls of the dilapidated and rustic hallway. They were under the facility at least, and that was as best as he could figure out.

"I never asked your name," said Bishop.

"Amy," she said as she traced her fingers across the walls of the hallway.

"Do you know where this leads?"

"It's an old service tunnel. Power is running through here. I imagine it'll bring us to the back of the medical facility."

"You want to go back in there?"

"Well, no, but for now this could be a safe place to stay—at least until this all blows over."

Bishop slumped against a wall and slid down it. At least he could take a load off and wait it out with some company that wasn't fond of cracking skulls. He felt a little bad for leaving Harry knocked out in front of the facility, but he imagined there was nothing he could do for the guy anyway. He wanted to enjoy Joker's night with a free pass then that was on him.

Amy had already cupped her arms around her knees and was taking in deep breaths. Between the metallic echoes of the hallway and hissing steam he felt like there was too much quiet. "So do you have anybody on the outside?"

She leant on her knees and looked at him with those big brown eyes. "Are you asking if I have somebody?"

"No, not like that—relax. I meant family, a boyfriend, a girlfriend?"

"I have my father. He works at Gotham general. I should have interned there, I can hear him now saying 'I told you so'."

"You couldn't have anticipated this happening. Arkham's supposed to be safe."

"So you're a thief huh?" she asked.

"Not by trade, no. I wouldn't say I was a good one either."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because they caught me."

"Oh," she replied. "I guess so."

"Did anybody you know not make it out?"

"I don't know. It all happened so fast. You said this had something to do with the Joker?"

Bishop nodded and rolled his eyes. "The ol' clown prince—he let us all out, and lead us through this big plan. Honestly, I tried to splinter off when he killed Frank. I remember just seeing him get a bunch a guys to strap him to a gurney and then he just pumped him full of that gas."

Amy shivered. Bishop watched her. "Jesus, hearing it was enough."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak you out."

"I'm just on edge. Joker, Harley Quinn…I dread to think what else is going on out there. From the sounds of it every single inmate is roaming free."

"Well," Bishop shrugged. "I'm not exactly sure but look on the bright side; you found the one idiot who isn't trying to kill you."

"Thanks," she said with a weak smile, loosening up a little. "I'm realizing now that my chances were slim."

"They still are, as are mine."

"Well let's wait it out a little longer here. We'll be alright, right?"

"I doubt anybody would find us here," said Bishop, hoping that he was right.

Amy leant her head back. "Talk to me, Bishop."

"What about?"

"Anything. Something. Help me take my mind off all this madness."

"My father owned a store back in Gotham, a clockmakers. He built watches big and small from scratch. I remember being a kid and looking at all the pocket-watches. They were my favourite things to look at. I was going to go into the business but…well, I lived another life."

"What happened to the store?"

"My father was held up by some thugs. They burnt the store to the ground. He ended up living in some small place until he finally died a few months later. I think a part of him went with the store. It was his whole livelihood."

"Were you on the inside when he passed away?" she asked as she edged closer to him.

"I was."

"So the burglary rap? You weren't trying to fix up the store or anything like that?"

"It would seem like some kind of irony but no. I'm just a thief, Amy. I always found it easier to steal things than work for them. Although now I'm having second thoughts."

"It took all this to make you realize crime doesn't pay?"

"No," he said with a groan. "I learned that back in Blackgate. This…well this just seems like overkill at this point. We're inbetween Joker, a bunch of goons, and an army of psychotic inmates. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't a fool."

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't trying to be a doctor, so maybe we're both idiots for different reasons."

"Well then let's try and get out of here so we can at least try and do something else. I'm tired of treading on the old same ground."

"You're oddly well-spoken for a thug," said Amy.

"I can sound dumber if it'll make you feel more at home."

She gave another smile and closed her eyes. "I'm very sure you're dumb enough without trying."

"Ouch," he replied, noticing the smile still on her face. Her stretched his neck and yawned. "Let's try and rest for a while. Maybe it'll die down soon." But when he looked at her she didn't talk, and she breathed deeply, sleeping.