Disc: I don't own Arkham or the inhabitants thereof.
"I swear, Arkham gets easier to hack every year…" Edward Nygma mumbled as he worked on the security code for Arkham Asylum's patient files.
"Then why haven't you hacked it yet?" Jonathan Crane demanded from behind him.
"Patience." the Riddler said, waving a hand at the Scarecrow. "I said it was 'easier' not instantaneous."
Jonathan scowled but waited as patiently as he could while Eddie tried a few codes. A few key strokes later the Riddler grinned and sat back. "And we're in!" he announced, looking expectantly at the Scarecrow. "Now what?"
"Now, I take over." Eddie shrugged and moved over so Jonathan could take his place at the computer.
The Master of Fear scrolled through dozens of files, each labeled for an inmate of Arkham Asylum. After what seemed like hours, he stopped scrolling, banging a fist down on the table beside the mouse. "He's not here…" he mumbled. "Why wouldn't he be here?"
"Why wouldn't who be here?" Eddie asked. Jonathan nearly jumped. He'd forgotten the Riddler was there. Instead of answering the question, the Master of Fear asked one of his own. "Do you know if there's a different bunch of files? Like for top-security inmates?" Eddie nodded. "Oh, sure. There's lots of different file groups. I think there was one for top-security. You want me to hack it?" Jonathan nodded and moved over again. Minutes later, the supposedly secure files of Arkham's most ruthless were laid bare. Eddie moved once more and the Scarecrow took his place, scrolling through the new group. The lair was silent for several minutes as he looked. Then there was a click and a gasp. Eddie looked at the Master of Fear in shock. The Scarecrow's face had gone a ghostly white. He sat there for a few minutes, simply staring at the screen. Then, the Scarecrow stood, and without a word, shakily exited the room. The Riddler thought about going after him, but then thought better of it and instead turned to look at the computer screen.
Staring back at him was a mug-shot of a cruel looking man with beady black eyes and a harsh square jaw.
"BOLTON, LYLE." the file read.
"ALIAS (s): 'LOCK-UP'"
And underneath this statement was one terrible word in bright red letters:
"ESCAPED."