Ron couldn't believe what he was asked to do. Ron Gold, a young, 28 year old man wanted nothing more than a good story. His target was the developing riots of Arkham Asylum. Now Jack Ryder, another fellow reporter, wanted his help on this story. How he wanted it was another thing. Jack wanted Ron to go on the ground of the asylum and get coverage there. Jack was insane, or Ron reasoned up inside his mind. Both Ron and Jack were in separate helicopters hovering beside each other, one already lowering to the ground. Ron was terrified; he was scared of what might happen.

"Listen to me Ron!" Jack pleaded, "I've got two armed security guards going with you, and you'll be fine!" Ron didn't answer back into the radio. "Helicopter zero dash two has landed Jack, preparing for deployment" the pilot of Ron's chopper reported. Ron took a nervous step on to the ground and quickly brought his foot back into the helicopter as if the ground had burned it slightly. The armed guards jumped out of the helicopter simultaneously and asked Ron too step out of the vehicle. "…O-Okay..." Ron stuttered. "Thanks Ron, I owe you big for this one" Ryder informed.

The dirt of the open air prison felt awkward, it felt ominous. "Where to, sir?" the guard on the left asked, his weapon trained on a door. "You know what? Let's just go, there's nothing here anyway, the action is up on the roof top" Ron explained. "Alright sir, call the helicopter" The guard ordered. His counterpart hit the radio for their escort and then Ron spotted something. Ron spotted what looked like an old crate. The odd part about it was a bright green liquid was oozing from it. It was guarded by a small number of Black Gate escapee's.

"What the hell are we doing sitting here and guarding this box of junk? Let's leave it and quit this madhouse!" A dark skinned, tall inmate asked. A slightly shorter, lighter skinned inmate responded to his question, "Quit saying that man! Jokers going to hear you! You know what Joker did to Jimmy when he tried to defy Joker's orders!"

"No I don't"

"Joker shot him, Twice! Poor old Jimmy, he was a good guy. "

"So?"

"Idiot! He'll do the same to us!"

"Not if he can't find us. Let's just last this out in one of the buildings. Hide in the storage spaces. It's fool poof!"

While the inmates fled the scene, Ron wasted no time taking pictures. When the helicopter arrived, the guards hopped in. Ron went to the old crates, and he found a small, hand sized tube full of the liquid. Ron hid the tube in his coat pocket and ran for the escort. As the helicopter lifted to take him away, He couldn't help but think what the liquid was and what it caused. Ron could see the silhouette of Jack's helicopter taping an oversized human fighting what appeared to be a human sized bat on the visitor centre's rooftop. That didn't matter to him. All Ron cared about was the neon green liquid now in his grasp. He wanted to know more, learn more. And when this chaos will finally end, he will know just where to come back and get some more of the mystery liquid.

To be continued…