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Chapter 2.
Bruce isn't talking much—and I don't know why. Yeah, he's not Mr Talkative at the best of times, but I really think something's up. Maybe he's bored. The usual suspects are all locked up—so for the last few months it's just been small fry. Apart from last bank holiday, when Calendar man showed up. Heh, Calendar man...
Or maybe he's worried. The quiet before the storm, as Alfred might say. I really hate thinking it, but having the entire rogues gallery locked up in one place is never a good idea. I can't shake the feeling that something nasty's brewing.
The rows of prisoners filed past each other- East and West block detainees passing close. For Pamela Isely, it was too close for comfort. The cat –calls and whistles had abated long ago, ever since an example had been made, and it became known that most of the freaks watched out for one another. But the leering, the aura, the hunger was still evident in the few 'normal' mental cases.
Her gaze was drawn to one inmate in particular. His eyes were stuck forward, unnaturally focused on nothing in particular. Then he was beside her- and something was being forced into her hand. Too many questions- no time- just go back to the cell. Don't acknowledge anything.
Back in her quarters, Ivy knelt on her standard issue Arkham bed, back to the reinforced door. Cupped in her hands was the message she had received, and something else. She bit her lip and stifled a laugh. A seed. One she immediately recognised as being of the 'creeper' family. The note itself was far more interesting, however. It had been balled up as much as possible, holding the seed inside it- and it read:
"Do what you do best- Janus."
Of course, she knew what it meant, and it hadn't taken her long to work out who it was from. Janus- the two –faced god of roman mythology. With an alias like that, it could only be one person. Now all she needed was a little time, and she would do what she did best. She make this little creeper grow, and grow.
It really is going to be splendid. Rat boy to get the asset in. The schizoid to pass it along. And Ivy to do the deed. She'll cause enough mayhem to make escape easy, and anyone else who had the smarts to get out too will create more leads for the cops to follow, more attention diverted away from me.
Nice move with the signing- a little extra incentive for Isley. If she's smart enough. Now all that's left is to wait- and hope the Clown doesn't foul things up. Good plan not to involve him. Bravo.