Lyle couldn't believe his eyes when he saw that Jonathan was wrong. Just how?! How could this have happened?! He could picture in his mind just what that lowlife who called himself the Scarecrow could possibly be doing right now! Causing people to act in unexpected ways! Causing chaos! Just how could this have happened? He had let the people of Gotham down. He had failed to keep them locked here in Arkham.
But that wouldn't happen again! He could now see that there was a failure in his methods. A flaw! But that could be remedied. He needed more control! He would use this as an example, he decided. He would make sure no one else had the opportunity to escape. Not ever!
Lyle decided this had happened because he had overlooked something. There was something outside his control. He must have more control, he decided. So they thought they could simply escape whenever they wanted? He would show them much better. Besides, he thought, surely the Scarecrow would be brought back?
But then how could he, Lyle Bolton, ever face any of the citizens of Gotham? He had let the city down by failing to keep the Scarecrow here. What would he do? Should he go out himself? He turned to the monitors, and saw the others. No, he thought, his place was here, making life as terrible as possible for these lowlifes. And that he would certainly do, now more than ever. The Scarecrow would be brought back, he assured himself, and when he was, Lyle would make an example of him, he decided. Not to mention taking more extreme measures to prevent escaping.
It was his place to keep them from bringing chaos and disorder to the city. He remembered, always waking up, not knowing what to expect. Being frustrated and helpless. But this would happen no more, he knew. This escape had been caused by a failure in the system, therefore, Lyle must set about preventing other such things from happening. Perhaps a back up system?
Now out of Arkham, Jonathan could only think that he had finally managed to get away. Even though he had never really been exactly compassionate most of the time, now he thought about the consequences this could have on the other inmates. Surely when the chief of security found out, he would take harsher measures?! But what could he do? Right now, all he cared about was never going near Arkham or Lyle Bolton again.