Emma-Oh, I can tell you what happened. After fifteen minutes of running and hiding, he caught up to me and threw me down a flight of stairs before realizing that he had the wrong person. IT HURT. And then he locked me in a cell and I had to be rescued. Nothing. Nothing whatsoever. At all.
SwordStitcher-You have no idea...cracked ribs, general bruising, a big scrape on my back from being tossed into one of those gargoyles...my only compensation was that his eye shadow was smudged. Lousy compensation. Plus having to be rescued from a cell...never doing that again.
KittyComeHere-Arachnophobe? I keep tarantulas on hand...every so often one of them tries to go into somebody's mouth. Nobody likes a bad hair day. Arkham is the best place to get one, though-cheap shampoo. Never underestimate the evils of cheap shampoo.
Just-Me-and-My-Brain-I'm sure Scary would love to answer, but she's not here. I wonder what she's plotting...last I saw her, she was cackling and rubbing her hands together. As for me, I had arranged to meet our dear Batman in the morgue. You can imagine how well that went.
You all owe me BIG for this. It took all my narrator powers to get us in here. Ahem…
Welcome to Arkham Asylum! This is the high security ward, where all the fun…erm, psychotic costumed lunatics go. Not everyone's in right now-God, this place has awful security-but we've got a few familiar faces to see!
What? Back off, I'm the narrator. I'm allowed in here. What do you mean, I work for Crane? I do not! He hates me!
"I do not. She works for me, Doctor."
Shut up, are you trying to get us kicked…you sneaky little monster.
Hang on. I have a clearance card…what? They're with me, they're fine.
"Why did you bring them? It's bad enough that I'm in Arkham, but I can't even get a respite from you?"
We thought we'd drop in.
Anyway. High security ward. Smells, doesn't it? They need to get some Lysol down here.
"That would be the bout of stomach flu that's been going around."
Isn't there a medical building?
"Overflowing."
You know, I think he's trying to get us to leave.
"Where ever did you get that idea?"
To your right we've got Joker's cell, all nice and ready for when he gets back from…erm…blowing things up, I guess. I try to leave the Joker alone.
"Oh, you're nice to the clown but not to me."
I only hurt you out of love.
"Humph."
And here's Jervis Tetch, the Mad Hatter. Say hi to Jervis, everyone.
"I wouldn't get too close. He's got the flu."
Maybe say hi from a distance, everyone. Like, from down the hall?
And this is Doctor Crane.
"The least you could do is break us out instead of standing there acting like a tour guide."
Hmm.
What do you think? On one hand, leaving them in here is the right thing to do. After all, these people are mass murderers and generally a danger to society.
On the other hand, I don't relish getting my name on their shit list.
Which is worse? Leaving him in here to plot his revenge against us, or letting him out and getting killed on the spot?
THE END