Chapter 18:
An obnoxious guard nearby tried to phone in for some backup at the mansion grounds but I wasn't really concerned with that right now. Not my problem any more, since we're out of here anyway. "So, this is the surface? Well B-man, it was nice to meet you. Phone us up once you get in the city! Till then see ya!" finally, we get away from that creepy dude. Seriously, never trust a freak in a mask! He'll either kill you, imprison you or kick your ass. And that's just the nice ones. I expected Selena to walk beside me as I set off in the direction of a dock in hopes of commandeering a boat to get across the bay and into crazy town for some fun and games. Instead I felt a hand pull me back and turn round as Selena looked at me with a slight nervous expression on her face. Ok, now I'm confused.
"Hailey, perhaps we shouldn't leave this quickly-" She started to say but I butted in enraged at her words.
"NOT LEAVE THIS QUICKLY?" I yelled at her, not caring if any hostiles were nearby. "What the hell are you thinking Selena? This place is a battleground and the most sensible thing to do right now is retreat not fight. Now I don't give a flying damn if you want to steal something from this place nor do I care about your pitiful attempts to get into the Batman's pants so either you come with me or I'll leave you behind. You forget Selena, I owe you nothing and therefore I don't care about you. So take your pick Selena and chose very wisely, you won't get another chance!" I gave her a look of disgust. Of course, she'd fall for Batman and now it's going to be the thing that will kill us both. Cutting her off is the only way to protect myself from her weakness, and I don't care what Holly said about staying with her as I'm only out to protect my own skin. I'm a survivor, not a fool.
"You misunderstand me Hailey, and I do not appreciate what you are implying right now. So unless you want to keep your face, I'd suggest you shut up and listen to what I have to say, is that clear?" She stepped forward towards me with a face twisted with wrath. Ok, I've pissed her off. Good, now she's more likely to make mistakes. Or kill me, whatever works. "Harley Quinn just dropped an elevator on our asses. I don't like bitches who think they can do that so I want revenge. Therefore, we work with Batman to get to Harley in order to scratch her eyes out. That sufficient enough for you?" ok, that's a convincing argument. One worthy of merit, and I do admit I want revenge on that slut. Damn it Selena, you've got me!
I sighed, taking in the convincing argument before my pride stepped in. "So it's the freedom vs. beating up crazy sluts debate. I admit it's hard to decide what I want more so … I'll cut you a break. Let's kick her head in then take a nice swim to the mainland, before finally finding something to eat in the godforsaken place. Deal?" she looked at me with a stony expression before nodding.
"Deal!" She walked past me, and for a second I saw a nervous glimmer in her eye. She's frightened of me, and what I can do, which will make it easier later on for me to take advantage of. I noticed that Batman wasn't exactly listening in on our little bitch match, instead he was having a conversation into his earpiece. Ok, enough phantom helpers. I grabbed my device and furiously started pushing buttons. The layout was remarkably easy to navigate, and within moments I managed to hack into Batman's communications. It seems Nigma was right about Batman's 'primitive communications' being 'easily hackable', go figure.
"Ok, done! The Batmobile is still parked up outside the Intensive Treatment building in Arkham North. I've sent you the schematics for the entire island. I've marked key locations like your car!" I wonder who this person is? Obviously it's a she, due to the feminine tones of the voice. But everything else is a mystery. An enigma? Clever pun if I do say so myself. She's helpful I give you that and, this is conjecture, probably some rich snob from a posh school. Still, it would be nice to know who it is.
"Thanks oracle!" Batman, I knight you Sir. Gruffy mouth of obvious. Rise now and please trip over on your way out. Oh, I'm a hit; I really am.
"Oracle says that the sensors on the Batmobile have been triggered. Harley Quinn is the most likely suspect and there may be clues as to where she took the commissioner. Follow me!" One step closer to beating the whore's head in to pulp and two steps closer to getting something to eat. Yum, food. I'd love to have something other than garbage to have right now. Mind over matter, Hailey, mind over matter.