"So, how'd he get out?" Batman asked the instant he picked up Robin's call. "Where is he? Does your team need backup fixing the damage he caused? Because the Justice League is always happy to assist the junior superheroes, and it would be the perfect opportunity for you to tell them that I was right."
No one on the other end of the line spoke.
"So how long did it take? Two days? Three? How many other prisoners got out? How much will you have to rebuild?" Batman continued, then stopped, seeming to notice that the group's faces seemed more smug than humiliated.
"What? No, that's impossible. He can't still be- He's not. Right?"
Robin quirked an eyebrow. "Better get out your best batsuit, because you're throwing an all-expense-paid party for a bunch of 'junior superheroes' who beat you in a bet," he announced. The Titans began to cheer and applaud.
"Proof or it didn't happen," Batman interrupted.
"We've already sent you the security footage," Jinx told him.
"I'll call you back," he said. Robin dived for the disconnect button, just barely hitting it before Batman.
"HA!" Robin yelled. The rest of the room rolled their eyes.
An hour later, Batman called back looking even more sulky than usual. "Alright. You win. We'll have your party three weeks from now," he growled.
"And the other part of the bet?" Jinx mentioned. Batman seemed to deflate, as if he hoped that no one would remember that.
"I suppose that I could… Give you a tour of Arkham. Tomorrow," he decided.
"I'm going to need more than that. Floor plans? Escape records? Staff files?" Jinx listed.
"You'll get everything you need," Batman assured her. "If you don't mind, I'd like to talk to Robin alone."
Jinx frowned, but obligingly walked out of the room. She wasn't quick enough, and over her shoulder she heard Batman say "We can't trust her."
Jinx sighed. Cyborg gave her a sympathetic look, and she mouthed 'it's fine'. Jinx knew that there would still be people who were wary of her past, no matter how much she did to help the world. Even as a villain, there were people who had doubted Jinx, and she knew from experience that the only way to deal with those people was to prove them wrong. Assuming that Robin didn't back off from his decision to let Jinx redesign Arkham in the face of his mentor's wrath, she resolved to make it absolutely perfect, without a single flaw that anyone could blame on her.
Jinx went back to her room in the Tower and picked up the plans she had begun while the bet was ongoing. She began scribbling furiously, using the information about Arkham that could be found online, despite the fact that she would have to change everything again later when the building was inevitably nothing like the pictures. Hours passed uninterrupted except when Cyborg brought her dinner, and eventually Jinx fell asleep in the window seat, surrounded by her plans.
The next day Jinx arrived at Arkham armed with a clipboard, highlighters, and a color-coded binder full of everything she needed to draw a schematic of the entire facility, plus her notes from the Jump City Prison remodel. She was greeted by a chipper woman who introduced herself as Doctor Daisy, and a much less chipper Batman.
"I'm here to show you around, and to give you an overview of the facility," Doctor Daisy chirped.
"And he's here to lurk in the shadows and glare at me?" Jinx observed dryly, nodding to Batman. Batman's eyes narrowed.
"No, silly, he's here to make sure we're safe from the inmates!" Doctor Daisy giggled.
"We need a private superhero to accompany us so we're safe from the people who are supposedly incapacitated?" Jinx asked, with a raised eyebrow. Batman further intensified his glare. Doctor Daisy didn't seem to notice.
"Come on in," she trilled. Jinx followed her through the doors.
"Wow. Uh. Does the whole place look like this?" Jinx asked, surveying the Gothic architecture and decorations. In Jinx's opinion, the overall theme of 'Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here' may have been one of the main reasons inmates wanted out.
"Yup!" Doctor Daisy twittered. "We love our gargoyles here, don't we? We do!"
The theme and the company, Jinx decided with a grimace, writing "NO GARGOYLES" across her plans in all caps. The tour continued, and for the most part Jinx ignored Doctor Daisy's narration in favor of measuring walls and marking them down in her notes. Batman continued to hang back by a few steps, still glaring. Jinx refused to let it creep her out.
"And this is where we do our therapy," Doctor Daisy squealed. Jinx raised an eyebrow, looking around at the childish interior, completely at odds with the rest of the building. A prisoner in a straightjacket sat on the floor, muttering quietly, as a nurse read to him from a picture book. Another was making macaroni art, looking bitter and humiliated.
"Do you have anything more age appropriate?" Jinx asked.
"Don't worry, sweetie, everything here is perfectly safe for all ages," Doctor Daisy squeaked, patting Jinx's head and beginning to lead her out of the room.
"Wait, what's back there?" Jinx interrupted, pointing to a nondescript door in the back of the room.
"Nothing important," Doctor Daisy said, her voice losing its happy tone for a moment. Jinx balked, and then immediately went up to the door, ignoring Doctor Daisy's repeated assurances that it was nothing she needed to see. She threw the door open, and her mouth dropped open in horror.
"Oh my god," she whispered hoarsely, hardly daring to believe her eyes. Jinx turned to Batman, who looked as shocked as she felt. "Oh my god," she repeated, and then bolted to the nearest trash can. As she threw up, Doctor Daisy moved to the door.
"I told you it was nothing you needed to see," she growled, slamming it shut.