"Yeah" the paddy wagon rolled down the road "Detective Gordon had us separate em."
"Lex Moxon huh?" a young officer with blonde hair says, craning his neck to peer through the small barred window between them and the back of the vehicle where the prisoners were stored. Usually the patrol men and detectives didn't drive these things, that was the prison's responsibility. Transporting convicts from jail to their facilities.
"Sure as shootin," the pudgy dark headed police man driving the wagon said to the younger officer "In the flesh."
"Hot Dog... I can't believe it!" and then "So who're we haulin then'?"
"Wait till you get a load of this one, Marky" with a sideward glance and a shit eating grin.
Mark's eyebrows arched and he was wearing the look of curiosity a child might on Christmas day after shaking a present trying to figure out what's inside.
"This guy... I guess he's some kinda bank robber, been wanted for a few months now"
"Oh yeah?"
"Oh yeah," another sideways glance "Gordon said he'd already gotten away clean with seven heists, and is suspected for 3 more!"
"Hot dog!.. seven robberies?" shaking his head and then "Shoo-wee, can you imagine how much money he must have stashed up somewheres?" Mark couldn't believe his luck. He sure was gonna have a story for his wife Julia when he got home tonight, why just to think of it made him antsy with excitement. He was riding in a convey transporting the notorious crime boss Lex Moxon.
"Yeah," slight nod of the head "But that's not even the whole of it."
Marky could barely believe things getting anymore exciting than they already were, he was fixing to come apart at the seams already. Why, he was riding shotgun haulin' in a big time criminal.
"What else is it then Bill?"
"That bank rober back there?" tossing his head towards the back of the wagon "I reckon he's some kind of dangerous"
"Whad'ya mean by Dangerous?"
"Well, they had his legs all shackeled up, hands too. I saw them loading him up. Damnedest thing too, he was all decked out in some kinda costume."
"Well I'll be..." Marky trails off not finishing his sentence, his mind racing. By golly, Julie just wasn't gonna believe this. "Whad'ya mean costume?" He tried to picture what sort of get-up a bank robber might wear. He couldn't think of one thing.
"I didn't get that good of a look before they had em in there, they were mighty quick at it too, but I did see that he was all in red, hood, cape, and all."
"You don't say?"
"You don't say."
The police convoy rolled on down the road. Theree wagons carrying one detainee a-piece, and 13 squad cars with blue boys that were either very excited or feeling antsy. It wasn't everyday that you road in a convoy to Arkham Asylum. It was probably the biggest convoy Gordon had seen in his career as a law enforcement agency. They were headed to the asylum because detective Gordon wanted to get Lex Moxon put up somewhere his goonz wouldn't be able to reach him.
The asylum itself was a big old facility that sat on the very furthest edge of Gotham's outskirts. The main building looked like it had four floors to it from the outside but there were actually three more floors. The floors underneath had been turned into unimpenetrable cells that certain crazies got thrown into to never see the light of day again. That is where Max was going for now, he was wanted for everything from murder to business fraud. In more than one country.
Bill and Marky were riding 3 police cars from the back of the convoy. There were four cars between them and the next transport, and then three more the wagon carrying Max and the three cars in the lead, one of which carried detective Gordon. They were about 2 miles from their destination when it happened.
The convoy was rolling through one of the more crime ridden hoods of Gotham's outskirts when the explosion happened. The back door of the paddy wagon blew backwards and into the front of the closest police car behind them damaging the motor badly and causing the car to veer off a begin rolling. The other two squad cars behind them both tried to swurve out of the rolling vehicles way and ended up wrecking as well. Bill and Marky never knew what happened because as soon as the explosion had happened, the steel bars from the barred window in the cab were propelled into the back of their heads.