Chapter 17:
Anyway we have yet another vent. Boring but at least I know now not to piss off B-man since he ripped it off with waves of pent-up aggression. Seriously, he needs to take care of that. Perhaps Selena can relieve him of some of his troubles and make him purr … oh god someone murder my imagination! Like now! Shoot it! Please! Anyway, after crawling around for a few moments in who knows what, we finally got to the end of the disgusting vent system and reached a disgusting cave system. Slime on the walls, water-logged floors and frankly a weird scent of mould penetrated the tunnel and quite frankly I think the universe hates me but whatever. I'll take it swinging. Talking of swinging, there the Dark Knight goes again with his macho pride to swing kick another offending vent opening that I would not like to be at this moment in time. Boy, he needs to get a girlfriend … or boyfriend? I never asked. I climbed out of the stinking vent and accidentally touched the walls of the cave. Ew. Just ew! Why do all the places I go to end up to be really disgusting? When I get out of this place then I am so going high-class everything. No more disgusting places for me. Rather a rich, clean and utterly sinful land of promises. Sounds like a treat.
At the end of the tunnel, came a sunrise or rather a steep climb upwards to get to a ledge above me in order to get to that said sunrise. Or moonrise, I suppose. I didn't actually know that it was this late in the day, well time does fly when you're kicking ass and taking names. The view from the overhang was incredible, seriously someone made a mistake in putting an Asylum here instead of a five-star hotel. It's a seriously cool view but the creepy Asylum architecture is sort of an eyesore. Complete horror overboard, I mean no wonder everyone here is slightly insane. All we need now is some dramatic music playing in the background and we'd be set for a horror feast.
We couldn't stay up there forever however, and with the help of two grappler guns and a crack expert in whips (pun intended), we scaled down to the Arkham grounds while surprising some very idiotic guards below. I glared at them amused as they freaked out upon seeing the sudden appearance of us. We were a pretty weird bunch anyway, what with tall, dark and brooding, a high-class thief with a fetish for cats and a lush but fierce amnesiac walking around as if they own the place. But we do and we're proud to be freaks of nature. Freaky and proud, that's our motto. Kind of. Sort of. Not really. Ok, not at all. But its amusing to dream.
"Hmm, Harley tells me that the Batman's car is still parked just outside of the intensive treatment building. Now, we can't just have him up and leave us, can we? Every thug, villain, murderer and kindergarten teacher that isn't carrying out party orders should head there now and smash it to pieces!" the squeaky voice of the Joker played over the intercom. I chucked slightly, finding his comments to become even more amusing as they went on. Oh great, now I'm finding the Joker to be funny. Am I on Joker toxin? Nope? Then I must be insane. Tell me something I don't know. Ok now I'm having conversations with myself, perfect. Just bloody perfect …