Well, I'm going to be gone for about two weeks for spring break, so I wanted to get this out before then. I hope I get some reviews in that time.
Evangelina couldn't make sense of what Dr. Leland told her. She understood that she wasn't in jail because of how much her mind played in the murder she committed, but why was she in this part of Arkham. This was where the crazy people that dressed in costumes and were caught by batman were held. She didn't wear a weird outfit… did she? Was she caught by the Batman? Her head hurt again, and she lay on her cot trying to just stop thinking about what she didn't remember and think about something else.
That's when her thoughts went to the Mad Hatter. He wasn't crazy or mean, in fact he held his hat and practically curled up in his seat made her think of him as almost a little brother who needed protection.
While lost in her thoughts Gary came up and knocked on her glass.
"It's 5 o'clock, I'm taking you to the rec room.
He opened the door and held her arms behind her back. Moving her along the empty halls, they finally reached their destination. Again, he pushed her into the room to fend for herself. What was with Gary and pushing?
Because her mind was on her grumpy guard she didn't even realize her position as the new girl in the asylum. She remembered quickly though, making sure to look as tough as possible. Since collage she had always prided herself on always being confident, no matter where she was or who she was around. Thankfully, no one really paid attention to her, people here had done much worse than her; some one time killer wasn't a big deal. A part of Evangelina was a little frustrated at their lack of attention. She may not be an interesting criminal, but she was still a beautiful young woman. Her black hair was cut short in the back, with shoulder length side bangs. Tan skin complemented her almond eyes, and she had worked hard for her shapely body. 'Whatever I don't need the approval of psychos,' she thought to herself.
She then looked around the room, examining the items and people. There was a TV in the corner turned to the news, and a few people sat on the couch watching it. Evangelina noticed the women from before. They hadn't said anything in therapy, maybe they were antisocial. Surveying the room a little more she found the men from the group playing chess. Neither seemed very interested in their game though. The Mad Hatter was humming to himself, and the red haired man was obviously thinking of something else.
Evangelina walked towards the two men, again giving a look of confidence. When she reached the table she didn't say a word, it was always annoying when someone interrupted you, and she defiantly didn't want to aggravate these people. So it was a good thing the redhead was the one to start the conversation.
"Can we help you?"
Not really, I just wanted to say hello," she was relaxed for someone talking to two criminals, but that was something she had a lot of practice with. The Hatter stood up and raised his right hand.
"Hello Miss… Torrez? Was it?-she nodded-"My name is Jervis Tetch and this is-he motioned towards the other man-"is Jonathan Crane otherwise own as the scarecrow."
"Hello."
"The scarecrow? You're the one that uses that gas aren't you?"
"The very same."
"You don't seem crazy like they say in the papers." At that moment she didn't know it, but Evangelina had made a dire mistake of bringing up the question of the scarecrow's sanity. A mistake she would never make again… once she stopped cowering in the corner.