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Arkham Asylum

The sounds of shoes were echoing through a corridor as Scarecrow calmly walked through the old Arkham Asylum. It would seem that everyone who used to reside here was already moved to the new Arkham Island just outside of Gotham. I look around, and can tell that they left Arkham completely deserted. Of course, not everyone knows this place better than I do. I didn't leave Arkham with just some horrible memories; I left Arkham with a remarkable amount of my toxin stored away here if I was sent back here once again. If I was, I could easily access my toxin, and see to my escape. Who better to know this place than its own ex-chief therapist? They can revoke my license, but they cannot take away my vast knowledge I hold in the medical field. No matter how long these simpletons would search this place, they would never be able to find my stash.

Scarecrow stops his walking, and looks at all directions, looking for something. "Jonathan where did you say was one of the storage facilities you hid your toxin in."

Scarecrow was in control at the moment, but we need each other to work together. That's just how it is, that's how it's been for a long time even before I was poisoned with my own toxin. Back then it was merely a voice whispering in my ear, but now it's become more than that, much more.

I rubbed my eyes, and placed my glasses on my face. If I remember correctly it should be somewhere near the basement where the medicine was made. The best way in getting there would be by the elevator, but there's another route to get there. We'll take that one.

Scarecrow just nodded to show he understood every word I just said. Sometimes I really do wonder who has the clearer understanding between the two of us, but I never dwelled on it, I know that Scarecrow would never put me in any kind of danger. The true danger is the one who takes the name of a night flyer.

Every time I remember that damn Bat, I would remember the nightmares that he gave me. Thanks to that man, my sanity was lost the day that he used my toxin against me, being forced to take prescription medicine kept me in check of any type of insanity. But that type of medicine can only be found in the new Arkham Island, a place that I cannot reach. Now, I'll I want to do is get back my supplies from this horrendous place before someone decides to get rid of it, or demolish it so they can remodel it. The medication can wait, maybe.

Scarecrow kept walking, holding tightly the notes while our mask was stuffed inside our coat. It was not an option to leave any of these import possessions of ours. My notes are as important as much as Scarecrow's mask is to him.

After walking for fifteen minutes, we finally arrived at the location in where my toxin was being dumped into the water system. The hole was patched up, and the room felt foreign to me. Scarecrow looked around the room until he found what he was looking for. Carefully he placed my notes on the ground, and walked over to a wall that had a crack. He touched the wall with his palm, and then started to exert some force into it. The wall began to move inward as it was being pushed; soon the wall came down from the paste it was carefully placed on. Once it was shattered, inside was a stash of fear toxin in small canisters. The ingredient for it was something I had planned to get from Wayne Enterprise, but that doesn't look like it's happening anytime soon.

Scarecrow reached in, and brought out a canister, he unbuttoned the cuff of my right sleeve, and rolled it up. He then placed my fear toxin on my wrist, and fastened it up. After that was done, he brought down my sleeves to hide my toxin.

I looked around the room, and saw that all the tables where cleared off any type of chemicals. Either way, we needed to head over where my office used to be. I stored more of my toxin there than anywhere else.

Scarecrow took out the mask that was in our coat, and began taking the remainder of the toxin, and stored it in the mask. He then tucked it back in the coat, and we began to leave the vile room.

Since the asylum was completely empty any sound could be heard throughout the building. Our shoes echoed all over the place, but as we were walking down a corridor, we paused for moment.

What's wrong?

Scarecrow looked behind him, and shook his head. "Nothing."

He continued walking but he kept our pace slower than before. Making sure that our shoes didn't make as much noise. He also kept looking behind his shoulder every other minute. I wondered if anyone was following us, but no one should even still be here. I just put that out of my mind, for now.

After a long wait, we finally were in front of my old office. Scarecrow reached out, and opened the door. Once inside, he made sure to lock it. He walked over to a book case were my psychological books were stored, and began taking the second row out. We were shocked at what we found.

"Why is the wall over patched up with cement?"

Could it be possible that someone knew where my toxin was? No one was ever allowed in my office without me being in there. How could anyone suspect such a place and what about… the toxin?

Scarecrow began taking all the books out, and started tossing them around the office. "Nothing . Nothing is here; whoever patched up the hole must have taken our toxin." He was enraged, and banged his fist on the wall. During all the commotion we didn't notice that there was a noise coming from outside the door. Then, the door knob started to twist.

Scarecrow looked up, and saw what was happening. Someone was here, and whoever it was he wasn't supposed to be here. Strangely enough, the door knob stopped turning. We heard footsteps leaving the door, and then nothing.

We calmed back down, but then we heard someone running through the corridor. Whoever it was stopped at the door, and began turning it franticly. Then the person who was behind started picking at the lock.

What do we do? It's probably some official.

Scarecrow looked around the room, but didn't see anywhere we could escape through. The only thing we could do was wait, and see what would happen next.

I could have sworn I just saw someone run right by here. But he didn't look like Crane; he looked like he was searching for something, or someone. I ran down a corridor, and heard someone twisting a door knob. I picked up my pace, but once I got there no one was there. Whoever was here must have heard me coming, and escaped. I looked at the door, and wondered why someone would want to open it. I placed my palm on the door and began twisting it, but it didn't budge.

I took my wallet out of my back pocket, and took out any credit card. I knew this was childish, but it was the only simple way to open the door without breaking it down. I placed the card in between the small space provided, and began moving it around until the door would unlock.

Once I felt the door unlock, I froze. What if Crane is caring some sort of toxin with him? I didn't come prepared with having to fight with him. But I can't let him loose to do about whatever he wants. With that in mind, I pushed the door open.

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