Chapter 6:
I looked around to see a grate above some lockers. I looked around a little, seeing if there was any alternatives, failing to find another way out of the room, I ran up to the stack of lockers at a precise angle to gather the approximate height I needed to scale them. I used the locker handles, that I noted stuck out slightly, as hand and foot holds. You know, I take back the comment about being from the circus - it's obvious now that I must of been an alien or an escaped government experiment that my previous neighbours loved to mutter about in their sleep.
Clowns are scary.
What was that?
Oh God! Sorry, just nearly fell! Note to self; don't remember things this high up. Anyway, I managed to reclaim a hold before climbing on top of the last locker to face the grate. "Hey, I think I've found out exit!" I called down in time to see Selena elegantly pouncing up the lockers - without falling; the little show off - before landing near me with all the composure of a statue. She examined the grate for a moment before straightening and putting a hand out as if expecting me to give her something.
"Your dagger, give it!" She ordered as I pasted the blade obediently. She crouched down and undid the screws of the grate with it, before pulling the grate off and hurling it down behind her. "It's a small fit. You go first, I'll have your back if anything happens!" she moved out of my way as best as she could before I stuffed myself into the vent and started crawling. She was right; it was a small fit but on my hands and knees I could move better. The vent smelled like the Room; of sweaty armpits! There was green slime everywhere! Ew! The path through here wouldn't be the most pleasant but at least there wasn't any trigger happy guards about. I could hear Catwoman behind me grumbling about the filth and how Arkham needs a better cleaning crew but I paid her no mind. I concentrated ahead and tried to ignore the squishing sounds of what I dread to think about being crushed underneath me.
Where do we go in here anyway?
I tried to keep on the main path but ended up at a wrong turn near a grate in some room that I didn't recognise. It looked like a laboratory of some sort, as it was far more cleaner then the other areas I've been in over my 'lovely' stay here at Arkham Asylum. Of course it wasn't luxurious or anything like that but at least it didn't have rats scurrying around. I hate rats. They always nibble on your toes or steal your crumbs of food. Horrible little pests, rats are, and what's worse is that they're massive here in the Asylum with the large amounts of filth and decay in here. A few inmates were looking around stupidly in their cells while the others started to chant something that I couldn't make out past their grunts and snorts. There was a lot of foreign looking machinery with blinky lights on along with the flashy gate things that really hurt if you touch them. I've done that enough times to know that. I was aware of movement in the room but I was distracted when I heard a voice behind me. "Move over and let me see!" whispered Selena as she peered over my shoulder to find out why I had stopped moving. I tried my best to mould myself into the wall as she took a glance in front of me. Suddenly Catwoman whimpered behind me as I caught sight of one of the most weirdly dressed men I had ever seen. He had green hair! I always thought that humans only had brown, red, black or blonde hair, so what the hell?. His suit looked shabby and ill-fitting in such a dingy environment as it was a vibrant purple in colour. Wait ... it can't be! Is that the infamous chalk-white make-up on his face, outlining his mouth which has ... scars? JOKER! How the hell did he get out? He's bad news, I mean really bad news. The guards that normally patrol my cell keep telling each other about all the ... frankly disgusting ... crimes he does. This is bad! This is really bad!