Chapter 12:
I hate grates.
No, not hate. Hates too less of a word to describe how I feel. More like I scorn it with an abhorrent dread. I loathe to be in them and quite frankly the person who though vents should be created should be hung over a pot of boiling oil and slowly dipped into it while horrible opera music screeched in their ears. So as you can see, there is not love lost in my animosity towards vents and therefore I was more than relieved when it looked like I would finally get out of the one I was currently in.
That relief quickly soured when I saw the Batman suddenly halt, quietly take the grate off its hinges and sneak out of view. Something was up, like they have been since the breakout had first started, and the Batman in all his heroic charade was ready to beat the living lights out of the culprit. God, if all men are like that then I don't understand how the world's still here.
"Hey, hey kids! It's your friendly, uncle J. Attention, we have three escaped patients. Dressed like a bat, a cat and one I don't even know what she's dressed up as. What idiots! Should be considered costumed and dangerous! Stop them, before they get someone hurt. Really, its for their own good!" While I don't like being addressed as an 'escaped patient', I do have the sense to know he is correct in that even I don't know what I'm supposed to symbolise. Perhaps it's insanity, or vengeance? Oh, I'm not getting into another debate with myself. I can't be bothered. Therefore, hitting men will have to do.
I took a quick peek out of the vent and saw multiple bat guys with high-tech guns. Batman must be taking them out one at a time so it would be better if I stay behind and wait for him to finish. But I'm annoyed and I have a lot of pent-up aggression to take out so I crept out and made my way towards a side of the room that was cloaked in shadow to hide me. Catwoman of course had tried to stop me but I shrugged her off. First she says to fight then she wants to hide in a vent while the Batman takes on five armed henchmen. Get your priories straight girl!
"You know what? I have a good feeling about this. You guys really have what it takes to beat the Bat! Not!" Well there's a vote of confidence for you guys! Not! Sarcastic comments aside, I will have to be careful while taking these guys out since they do have guns. I may not have all my screws in but I do know that guns are bad and will kill. So I hid myself and waited for a foolish inmate to patrol near me.
"Batman better not mess with me!" The guy muttered cautiously as I scanned him quickly with my eyes for details. Brown hair, short, and dull matching eyes that has a slight flicker of fear in them. Twitchy fingers signalling this guy is a trigger happy moron. Then there was a slither of dried blood on the handle from where he must of caught it when the gun had been fired last, suggesting he isn't used to using a gun. Gait therefore suggests hand to hand combat is his speciality. The gun is a assault rifle with a three-round burst with near deadly accuracy if used correctly, if I remember correctly. The inmate was dirtier then I was and I could smell from here the scent of a man who hadn't had a bath in years. The dirty orange of the prison jumpsuit stood out in stark contrast against the dreary surroundings and I clenched my teeth as I saw dark blotches of old blood stains on it.
I waited for him to pass by my hiding place before I sneaked up behind him and jabbed his throat and arm furiously so to render his gun and voice inoperable. Then came a blind punch that I easily deflected before I delivered another succession of jabs to his body causing him to go down hard. I wildly looked around to see if there was any other inmate. One, with almost foul looking blond hair was coming closer to my location by the stairs, though he hadn't seen me yet. I could try and hide again in my hiding place but it would be risky. Instead I opted to quickly and quietly sprint away from the scene of the crime till I got very near the main building of my level. I quickly climbed up and crouched to avoid anyone seeing me up there. My uniform may be stylish but it's in no way camouflage in this place so I'll need to take extra care due to that.
"Oh god, I've found someone. Get over here!" The ringing shout of an inmate stung my ears as I spotted the inmate from earlier crouching near the bodies of my victim. "C'mon. Wake up. He's out cold!" This guy's smart, not! Ok! Ok! I'll stop with the 'not' jokes. It was getting boring anyway.
"What are we going to do now?" another voice asked with a distinct aura of fear coating his voice like icing over that delicious cake I had in that Doctor's office. Mmm! Cake. I could so do with some more right now, since I've basically been eating slop my entire time here and finer foods are a delight to behold. I wonder what they eat outside of this place? Perhaps I should ask Selena when we get out of here, then I can start gaining a little weight on my scrawny frame.
"We've got to find him or we're next. You hear me?" I caught sight of a rippling cape in the light. B-man! I wondered where you were! By his position, I suppose he's going after the two guys checking out my victim. I scanned the rest of the room to see no one else apart from two bodies that the bat had taken down. One was near the vent and the other downstairs, both unconscious for what I predict to be a long time since the B-man does have mighty fists of vengeance.
"Batman? Can you hear me? Show yourself!" and 3 .. 2 ... 1! Here comes the bat to break your spines, dumb ass. I smiled, entertained by the sound of the dark knight's fists and feet connecting with the morons on the ground. Remind me to ask the dark knight to a fight one of these days, so I can see for myself if the guy deserves the title of 'king of the tough'.