The prisoner was dragged down the hall of the asylum, sporting a new straitjacket. The other residents peered down the hall way at him, Jasmine on the other hand hadn't even notice, or maybe she didn't care. They past week she had been completely silent. She looked at her nails, or what was left of them. They clipped them when she got here. She didn't look up until he was inside his cell. Her eyes widened, it was Crane. She bit her lip, he hadn't done anything to her, well except knock her out and strap her to a table, but the sight of him caused her to panic a bit.

He looked back at her, studying her as though as he's seen her before. Jasmine wondered if her mask had been enough to protect her identity, he could have simply taken it off and looked, he may have and then put it back on. "Well, if it isn't my newest patient, it's a shame your session ended so early." "Ya… Real shame." Jasmine said in monotone. 'Shit, he recognized me…' "You may want to think about another hairdo… It's the reason I recognized you." Jasmine reached up and touched her blond hair; all of it was spiked, and jutted out to the right.

She made her way back to her bunk, shaking her head, there was no way in hell she was changing her hair. Jasmine grabbed the book she was currently working on, it was a collection of Aesop's fables. She flipped to where her bookmark was, when Edward started up, "Want to here a riddle?" 'No, I want to read. That is why I picked up this book.' "Uh, sure. Why not?" "If you find me, you'll want to share me. If you share me, you'll lose me. What am I?" "A secret," Jasmine answered, failing to mention she's heard the riddle before.

The Riddler looked a bit irritated, "Correct." He said. "You don't like to be outsmarted, do you?" Jasmine asked, knowing how much he prided himself on his genius. She also knew it was pure luck that she'd heard several of his riddles before. "You'll never outsmart me! I am The Riddler! The greatest mind in Gotham!" Jasmine smirked, she loved irritating him, one of the few bit of entertainment she had this hell hole. "Alright, Lucky, riddle me this!" Jasmine frowned, and hoped the nickname wouldn't stick. "How is a raven like a writing desk?" Edward smiled, Jasmine lifted her pointing hand to point out that riddle didn't have answer, but stopped herself, remembering that she heard the answer before. She thought for a moment, trying to recall the answer, "Because it can produce a few notes, though they are very flat; and it is never put with the wrong end in front." "It's not even supposed to have an answer." Edward mumbled to himself, Jasmine grinned. "I can't believe I never thought of that…" Hatter said to himself, though loud enough for Jasmine to hear, causing her to smile even wider. She didn't come up with the answer herself, but it didn't matter to her.

She returned to her book, Edward sat on is bunk, probably attempting to think of new riddles. "Oh, no…" Someone down the hall said. "What is it?" Another prisoner asked. "Lyle Bolton on the night shift tonight for this hall. " Jasmine looked at Edward, "Uh, Ed?... Edward?... Edward!" He finally looked at her. "What?" "Who's Lyle Bolton?" "Why?" Jasmine rolled her eyes, "He's on guard duty tonight, so who is he?" Edward bit his lip, and said. "He's a real asshole, beats up on the inmates here." His answer made the book I her hand start to shake. She was about to ask why nobody has said anything to the doctors or other guards, but then she remembered almost all the inmates were considered insane, no one would believe them. They were also convicts, so who would care? She looked over into Jonathan's cell, he even looked a bit unnerved, biting his lip, but never looking up from his book.

Night fell, and the guard Bolton arrived. Jasmine did her best to appear asleep on her cot. Hoping he would see her as, "new meat." Then she heard his voice, a bit too close to her cell. "Well, if it isn't Dr. Crane," She heard him say. She looked at him through one eye, and watched. He was standing in front of Scarecrow's cell, looking into the Plexiglas window. Jonathan said nothing and she couldn't really see what he was doing, it was "lights out" hours ago, and his cell was almost pitch black, except for the light that shined in from the hallway. Lyle Bolton unlocked and opened his door, and went inside. Jasmine heard something that sounded like someone falling to the floor, then a punch. She sat up, staring at the Jonathan's cell, trying to make out what was going on. He was beating him, she knew that.

She didn't know why she even cared about him. Scarecrow tried to do God knows what to her back at his hide out. The bastard deserves this, he brought on himself, Jasmine tried to convince herself of this. He was a criminal, a sadistic maniac… Yet she still felt sorry for him. Bolton was so much bigger than him; he looked like he could break him in half. Then she started to think of how she was in same situation, that it could have been her being beaten. She was a criminal, a murderer. He was her brother in binds… Brother in madness.

She ran over to her Plexiglas window, and managed to make out silhouettes, the large one picking up the smaller one, and punching him in the gut, which caused Jonathan to whimper a bit. She couldn't stand it anymore. She backed away a few steps, and then slammed into the window, trying to get his attention. Then, she started screaming at him, "Hey! Leave him alone! He's done nothing wrong!" She slammed her open palms into the window, trying to get her point across. Bolton looked at her, punched Crane one last time in the face, and then dropped him. He headed straight to her cell door, he had completely forgotten to lock Scarecrow's door.

She backed away, now realizing her mistake; she climbed up to the top bunk, hoping to get away from the guard. Her heart and mind was racing, he opened her door, "Ah, I thought they said there would be a new prisoner here, I'll teach you to try and tell me what to do…" She was shaking, and she suddenly thought of her dad. She wanted him to save her, to get her out of this situation like he always did… But no, he was never coming to her rescue again.

An urge suddenly hit her, like a smoker has the urge to smoke. A plan formed in her head, she could satisfy herself, and then escape. She lunged from the top bunk, and clung to Bolton's uniform. She sunk her teeth into his neck, feeling as she pierced the skin, than muscle. Bolton screamed, dropping his keys onto the cell floor. Jasmine began pulling at the muscle, feeling the tendons trying to hold onto their owner. Blood had filled her mouth, the metallic taste sending her into pure ecstasy. She let go of him, spat out the chunk of neck in her mouth, and got on her hands and knees, lapping up the crimson fluid from the floor like a dog. Bolton ran out of the cell, towards the infirmary. Jasmine was trembling, rubbing the blood on her hands. Then she remembered she had a chance to escape, and pulled herself away from her midnight snack.

She grabbed the keys from the floor, and ran out into the hall. Edward was up, standing behind his window, eyes wide, staring at his friend. He looked like he was trying to ask a question, but the words would not come out. "I'll explain later... We need to escape." She said, putting the key into the lock and opening his cell door."There's a way to open all the doors on that end of the hall, we could let all the other prisoners out,"Edward said. "Why would we do that?" Jasmine asked, eyebrow raised. "We could use the chaos to escape." Edward explained. "Here then," Edward took the keys, and ran down the hall. Jasmine noticed Jonathan just outside his cell; he was struggling to keep standing.

Just then, several guards and a few doctors came running to the hallway. The guards were armed with Tasers, night sticks, and a couple with guns. "What the hell?" One of the doctors yelled, eyes wide. One orderly ran up, and before he could grab her, Jasmine lunged and bit into his neck like she did with Bolton. The orderly let out a scream, desperately trying to pull her off. "Somebody sedate her for God's sakes!" One of the doctors yelled. Jasmine managed to exercise a bit more control, and instead of tearing at the neck muscles, pulled away was soon as she had pierced the carotid artery. She latched onto the other side of his neck; Jasmine was beginning to lose control again, caught up in the taste of her obsession.

The cell door all slid open, but all the orderlies and doctors were to preoccupied with the patient currently lapping up the blood running down the neck of her victim, to pay much attention. Then there were gunshots; Jasmine looked up and saw Joker had managed to get a gun from one of the guards, and then proceeded to shoot the guards and orderlies. Jasmine let go of the orderly, whose eyes were now dim. He fell to the blood covered floor, lacking the strength to keep standing. Jasmine ran her fingers through her hair.

With the guards and orderlies out of the way, the inmates ran down the hall, and out the door. Edward rejoined Jasmine, "Come on," She said. They ran, following the crowd, down the hall, and found an emergency exit. The guards had run to deal with situation with Jasmine, so they ran through without much problem. Outside they were several snipers posted, they were armed with tranquilizers. The searchlights shone on the prisoners, and then the sound of the gunshots caused them to scatter. Jasmine ran strait to the fence, which was decorated with a "Danger: Electricity" sign, and razor wire on top.

Jasmine ran down the length of the fence, searching for some way to get through. She spotted a small hole where the fence had been bent back, and the earth was dug away. They couldn't get through without being electrocuted. "Damn it!" Edward suddenly yelled, reaching for something on his back. He pulled out the tranquilizer that hit him. He tried walking forward, but stumbled a bit, grabbing a hold of Jasmine shoulder for support. She felt the wind of another dart go just by her neck, and landed in the mud on the other side of the chain link fence.

Jasmine was then blessed by another lucky break; the searchlights suddenly went out. Jasmine quickly checked the fence, placing the back of her hand to it, nothing happened, the power had been cut. "Ed, you still with me?" "Ya," Edward said, barely able to keep standing. "Do think you can crawl through?" She pointed to the hole. Edward got down, and pulled himself through the hole, his uniform catching and tearing on the fence. Jasmine followed, then helped Edward up, throwing his arm around her shoulders. She struggled to walk, Edward, who was now barely conscious, was far too heavy for her.

They made their way to the docks, and Jasmine spotted a guard, who wasn't paying attention to the mainland, inside a police boat. Jasmine put Edward down on the docks; he managed to stay sitting upright. "Stay here, and be quiet," She whispered, quickly sneaking over to the boat.

She climbed aboard; the guard still hadn't noticed her. She grabbed the anchor, and rammed it into the back of the guards head, and he collapsed onto the wheel. Jasmine grabbed him, chuckling to herself when she saw the headphones on his head. She flung his body overboard, but not before reaching into his pocket and taking his Walkman. She ran back over to Edward, and dragged him across the docks, then lifted him onto the boat. He was now completely out cold.

Jasmine turned the boat on, and pushed the accelerated forward, as far as she dared. She had never actually been on a boat, and now she had to navigate one to the mainland. Jasmine looked back, wondering if anyone else would be getting away tonight, then turned her head back towards the mainland. She wondered what to do once, if she got there. She couldn't stay at the hospital, which would be the first place they would look. She then remembered the abandoned school she saw when she first arrived at the pus filled orifice of a city. Then she thought of her friend, she couldn't carry him across the city… nor could she wait for him to wake up. She had to leave him somewhere…

She spotted a dock, and steered the best she could to it. She dragged Riddler by his arms onto the dock, there didn't seem to be anyone around, thankfully. She looked around, thinking of what to do with him. She finally decided to leave him underneath the dock; he wouldn't be in the open, at least. After dragging him off, then pushing his body underneath the dock, she climbed up the hill, taking in the city. She was born in the country, on a farm to be more specific. She was used to mountains, and endless fields and forests. She found she didn't like this concrete jungle as much as she thought she would.