So I lied. There is going to one more final part to this arc. I got carried away and this is what happened. Will it make sense? Do I want it to make sense? I don't know. I did a minor scan of errors and I'll check back tomorrow and re upload a cleaner version if it's a hot mess of glaring issues. My eyes are on fire at the moment. Can't even see typing this. Enjoy. Hope so at least. Thanks for the reviews! if you'd like to see a character who hasn't been written about, tell me in a review and I'll do my best to come up with something. As always I am not Bob Kane or any current writer of Batman comics or the animated series or well anything to do with batzy. long disclaimer ends hereish.

It was ridiculous. Chen, Cassidy and Kellermen were not amused by their current predicament. They had been going about their nightly shifts when the Arkham guards had corralled the doctors into one of the therapy rooms and locked the door.

"What is going on?" Chen was the first one to speak. He hadn't wanted to of course but someone has to ask the question and it seemed that no one else had been willing.

"Lock down. Someone tampered with the security cameras and all the cells in block C are open. The rest of the facility is contained, thank God." Said the guard by the door with the scary looking gun. Was it an AK47? Chen knew nothing about guns. He felt very uneasy. It didn't matter in the end if you had a scary gun, the C Block inmates could take you down with a piece of string.

"Just the C Block?" Cassidy spoke up. She wish she had left Joan but knew it didn't matter. If they wanted to find you, they would. She looked at the scary gun and gave a silent prayer.

"We thought it would be best if we kept all the doctors together before anything could happen." Said the guard.

"Where is Murphy? And we're missing-" Kellermen's question was cut off as the lights. Each doctor gather close together instinctively.

"What happened to the lights?" Cassidy hated being so weak. Chen just wish he had taken up his friend's offer on that shooting range the pervious month.

"Oh, don't worry about that." The guard did not seem to be affected by the situation at all. Clearly he was new and Aaron had kept the juicy bits of the job from him.

"Don't worry? Joker has taken over this asylum before!" Cassidy had the overwhelming urge to scratch this guards eyes out. Don't worry that a bunch of violent psychopaths just broke free from their cells?

"Oh. I would't worry about The Joker." the guard smiled. Chen, Kellermen and Cassidy each took two steps backwards in almost perfect unison.

Somewhere else in the dark abyss.

"This is absolutely inane. I just thought that you should know. Completely stupid." Edward was not impressed. They were crawling around in an air vent for some unknown and illogical reason.

Jervis stopped and turned to face his cranky comrade.

"I'm not using one of my cards on you. You are free to do as you please." He waited for Edward to respond. When he didn't he turned back around and continued crawling. The vents were surprisingly sturdy.

"Well, I can't just leave you to solve this on your own. You need to my help. I am the expert in all puzzling matters." Edward also failed to mention that he did not want to go out in the world alone now that he knew what it was like to have a friend. Of course he would never admit this out loud.

"Whatever you say, Edward." Jervis was happy that Edward had decided to join him after all. He would however, admit this if asked.

"Jervis. Do you hear that." Edward whispered tensely.

Jervis stopped moving. The vent was moving slightly. The creak creak creak did nothing to relieve tension either.

Not good.

Edward backed up in vain. The vent collapsed. Both men fell into unknown territory.

Edward and Jervis both landed on their backsides in the center of a dark room. Well all rooms were now dark since all the electricity had been cut off.

Jervis looked up.

A something was in the center.

Edward looked up.

He glared at the hole that he had fallen through.

"Who's that? I'll find out who you are." The mindless cackle that came after those words identified the being.

"Joker?" Jervis looked over. His eyes started to adjust to the darkness. The Joker was tied to a chair and something had been placed over his head, like a bag, concealing his face.

"Hats? Perfecto! Untie me!" The Joker if he could, would have shaken his legs with glee and anticipation. He did not have the ability. He tried to wiggle his body but he lacked the engery.

"Who tied you up?" Edward got to his feet. He had no intention of helping but he was curious.

"I don't know! Do you think I would let them get away with this if I knew!"

Jervis walked around him. A cord of some kind had been wrapped around The Joker's waist. The cord trailed along the floor and out into the hall. Jervis wanted to know what that was for.

"Edward, what do you think that is for?"

Edward followed his movements.

"What are you attached to?"

"Delicious electroshock therapy! My favorite Arkham cocktail. It really knows how to knock you on your ass! Every, I don't know, ten minutes it gives a KICK. "

"Something could set off if we released him." If Edward had gone to the task and managed to tie up The Joker like this he sure as hell would make sure that he wouldn't be easily untied.

"What is charging it? All the electricity is off." Jervis tapped the cord.

"Unless it had a separate energy source."

"Untie me." The Joker growled dangerously. Even in a state like this he was someone you did not reckon with.

"It would be prudent to make absolute sure that nothing would happen while this. . . cord is attached and possibly active." Jervis poked the cord on the ground with his shoe.

"Who cares if it it's active!"

"Well, you could explode." Edward tried not to smile at the thought.

"Oh."

"Indeed."

"It looks like it leads out there." Edward nodded towards the door. Jervis accepted this as a course of action and moved in that direction.

"We'll see what we can do."

"Hurry up!"

The Joker hated having to count on others. He hated when he needed help from others. He mostly hated the fact he could kill them while see him in a weak position. The Joker hated a lot of things really.

"Are we going to make him a priority?" Edward asked once they were far enough into the hall. Jervis shrugged.

"I'm in no immediate hurry to figure it out. There's still the matter of-"

POP.

Edward and Jervis ducked down around the corner. RAT TAT TAT plop plop plop.

Lights.

Shells.

Smoke.

Bullets.

Someone at the end of the hall had a gun and they were not shy about it. Jervis checked his body to make sure that there were no red surprises.

"NYGMA."

Edward peered around the corner. He couldn't make out who the figure was that had called him out.

"What!"

Not his most eloquent response of the night. Jervis remained glued to his little wall of protection.

At least he could say he was no longer bored.

"YOU KILLED MURPHY. LETHAL PROTOCOL HAS BEEN ACTIVATED."

"I didn't kill anyone!"

Edward ducked back when the shots started again.

"I AM TO ESCORT YOU BACK DEAD OR ALIVE."

"I see he's chosen dead." Edward slid down the wall and tried to think of an appropriate comeback. Nothing in particular came to mind. He turned to Jervis.

"Have I killed anyone? I mean lately."

Jervis shook his head.

The RAT TAT TATTing had started again. But only further away. Edward had wanted to look.

"GET OFF OF ME."

RAT TAT TAT TAT

SCAT.

Cries of intense agony and terror. Edward grabbed his ears in vain trying to keep out the sounds. He tore the skin inside his ear. The gun fire had ceased. Edward looked over. The man was lying on the ground.

Edward cursed himself silently as he raised himself from the ground and walked slowly and alert down that dark hall.

Jervis looked up.

Something told him to look up.

"Jervis."

Jervis turned to his right.

The most beautiful creature he ever seen stood before him. Her blue dress was dusty and covered with filth. Her golden hair had been stained with a dark substance. She reached out a hand towards him.

"Jervis! What are you doing! Come on!"

Jervis broke their connection and turned to the sound of Edward's nagging sound. When Jervis turned back, that magnificent beauty had already left.

He got his feet and started walking in the direction of the sound.

"Harley, this isn't what I had in mind." Ivy sighed. Harley had decided that with their freedom their first act should be playing twister.

So there they were, two of the most infamous, powerful and violent women in Gotham, playing twister in the rec room of their prison.

"But it's fun because it's dark!" Harley squealed with delight.

"Right."

Ivy got up from her contorted position and straightened herself out. Harley frowned and fell on her rear.

"You're not having any fun, Red?"

"No." Ivy didn't have the energy to deal with her friend's childish antics.

"Ooooooh. We could visit Mistah J!"

"No." That was the last thing she had wanted to do. She made up her mind and started on her trek. Harley jumped to her feet and eagerly followed suit.

"Where are going?"

"My garden."

"Boring!"

Ivy, had she had the engery would have attacked her but she didn't so instead she chose to growl and walk faster.

"Slow down, Red!"

"If you can't keep up it isn't my fault."

"Why don't we just leave?"

"And go where? Toxic Acres is gone and Edward sold that apartment."

"We could always go-"

Ivy stopped abruptly and turned on the best glare she manage at the moment.

"I am not spending any time in your twisted love nest with that jackass." Harley took a step back and swallowed the rest of her ideas. She made an eeep sound and nodded. Ivy turned back around satisfied that her message was received.

"Die!"

Both girls stopped.

Mary Dahl was kicking at nothing rather furiously. Harley had made the mistake of choosing Mary as her buddy in the buddy program. Girl's stories about her time with Killer Croc had given her nightmares. None of her therapists could offer any relief. Some even took waaaaaay too much joy from her pain.

"Mary, what are you doing?" Ivy looked around in case there was something in the dark ready to attack. Mary jumped and then shrugged.

"What do you think?"

Ivy looked to Harley who had turned her back on them and had fingers in her ears. Ivy looked back at Mary who was once again kicking at nothing.

"That bastard. All he cares about is money and killing! He never gave me the time of day! He never appreciated all I did for him! He just took and took and took all that I had!"

Ivy looked at the empty space. That was supposed to Killer Croc? Had Mary lost her mind in a whole new way?

"I loved him you know!"

Ivy did not have time for this. She continued on. Harley followed once she had realized she had moved.

"What was that about?" Harley dared to take another look back. Her friend shrugged.

"I don't know."

They continued on.

"Something weird is going on." Harley had a bad feeling about this.

"I-"

"Do you hear that?"

Harley pushed Ivy out of the way and ran down the hall. Gun fire. Shouts. Harley peered out the corner. A man, she assumed, with a gun had been shouting down the hall.

Down the hall was one of her friends! Eddie! He would know something fun to do! Before she had to intervene the man collapsed to his knees and started to fire at the wall.

"GET OFF."

Ivy figured it out.

"I've seen this before."

"What's wrong with him?"

The man dropped his gone and his body began to convulse. Ivy walked over to the soon to be corpse and with her foot turned him over to her direction.

"Red?"

"He's dead."

"Huh? But nothing happened."

"Harley? Pamela?" Harley happily greeted her friend. Edward looked at the corpse.

"Did you do this? He said he wanted to take me into custody."

"Crane."

The color drained from his face. Edward was increasingly happy that it was dark.

"Johnny? But he wouldn't release his toxins on us!" That's it! Someone had taken advantage of the situation and stolen his chemicals and released them.

"You really are too trusting."

Edward did not need this.

"Jervis!"

Perhaps shouting wasn't the best thing to do in the situation but that was a logical thought and at the moment he didn't have room to be completely logical. Something itched at the back of his brain. He needed to get out of here. Out of this place. Fast and now.

"I'm going back to my cell. I don't need this." Ivy already started walking back the way she came. She did not care about one of Crane's fear experiments. The toxin didn't affect her and she really didn't care to be covered by the carnage that was sure to come.

"Reeeeed!"

She ignored her friend. Mind was made up. Harley frowned. She really did want to play with all of her friends.

"Reeed! But you have nothing to do!"

"I have nothing to do now!"

"But we're together? I miss you!"

Ivy hated herself for turning back around. She knew that Harley would be pouting and have cancer of the puppy. Teary eyes and a pathetic face. Ivy tried to fight the urge to care. But.

She found her feet disobeying her desires as she walked back in Harley and Edward's direction.

" 'Sides I know Johnny would like to see you too." She said this into Ivy's ear and low enough so that Edward could not hear. Ivy clenched her jaw and fists. Harley giggled and skipped down the hall.

"Jervis!"

Edward walked in that direction.

Ivy really hated the human race. She followed her companions.

"Don't let Harley in that room." Edward said as they past where The Joker was tied up.

"Why."

"Joker is tied to a chair in there."

"Good."

Back to our lovely doctors

The guard by the door with scary gun put the gun down and stretched out his arms. The doctors stayed huddled in a group together. They were unsure about this man and his motives. He looked at his wrist and that same odd smile spread across his lips.

"It's time."

He opened the door and turned his head to the doctors.

"Stay here until I return."

They group said nothing and he left.

Outside the room a black briefcase has been left. The guard picked it up and opened it as he walked down the dark hallway. It was a computer of some kind. He tapped at the keys. He turned his attention upward.

The lights had returned.

He whilstled as he passed several people crumpled into messes and whimpering. He tutted as some tried to attack him.

"That's just rude."

He took those rude ruffians out with one well planted maneuver to the face. Honestly. The temperament of the youth.

He found the room he wanted. Like he had expected he was still there. He strode over and kneeled in front of the man with the bag over his face.

"I see no one came to your aid."

"You."

"Me." He replied back mildly.

"I'll kill you." The Joker was tried and felt like hot fire. He was in no mood for his usual dances.

"That's the point to this test. You're still here. Doesn't that tell you something?"

"I'll. . . take out your eyes first." Talking was work. He tried to raise his but it felt like anvils were weighing him down.

"It doesn't have to be this way."

"Then. Then I'll cut out your tongue."

The guard patted Joker on the head and stood up.

"You do that. I have to take care of a few loose ends now."

The guard left with even more of a skip to his beat and glided down the hallway.

Twists. Turns. Hop hop skip slid and run run run and turn! He found the room he wanted. He stood behind the man at the monitors.

"What do you want, Hush? That's who you are isn't it?"

"And you're an Arkham, aren't you?

Both creatures smiled.

"What do you want?"

"Lockup is a fascinating character to study." The man known as Hush leaned against the chair in front of him.

"Was he?"

"Was? Try is. He's dedicated to security and law you know. Like that other twisted version of justice Two-Face has. I admire both. I don't think Lockup would like this though." Hush nodded his head to the monitors. The unlocked cells and chaos.

"Extreme measures had to be taken. My family dedicated it's life to curing Gotham of illness."

"I know about what happened to those family members. Insanity and murder."

"I have done nothing to harm anyone."

"I don't like this." Hush pressed something against the young Arkham's head.

"Killing me won't stop anything."

Hush considered this. He pulled the trigger.

He pushed the body out of the chair.

"Time to save Arkham."

He cracked his knuckles and began.