A/N: I'm sorry if this chapter seems a little unrealistic to you but, to be honest, the entire plot of the Batman Arkham Games is unrealistic.
Political Prisoners
It seemed as though Professor Strange either wanted to ignore Mary's discovery of him crying or he had believed it was all a dream. Either way, he did not confront Mary about it, for which she was extremely thankful. The last thing she needed at the moment was to get on the Professor's bad side… well, worse side, at least. However, things seemed to be shifting in the air. The Professor wasn't meeting with patients as often and as a result, didn't need Mary as much, which was helping her plan her escape. However, a strange occurrence happened in the Prisoner Processing Center one day whilst a TYGER guard was escorting her upstairs to breakfast. Mary saw Professor Strange standing above several men in blue prisoner jumpsuits, who were sitting on the floor and trembling in absolute terror. Mary frowned; these men did not have the same aura about them as the other criminals. They were not hostile or threatening or very aggressive in any way, shape, or form. So why were they here?
"Please Professor, we did everything you asked, you don't have to do this!" one man cried, only to receive the butt of a TYGER guard's gun to his face for his efforts.
"I think you'll find that I do," the Professor smiled. "Enjoy Arkham City." With that, the TYGER guards began pushing and dragging the prisoners to their feet and toward the gates of Arkham City. Mary moved closer to the Professor as she watched.
"Who are they?" she asked the Professor, still looking at the new inmates.
"These men have evidence that could throw a wrench into our plans," the Professor explained.
"Therefore you needed to remove them," Mary finished.
"Precisely." Mary sighed as she watched the insertion chamber doors close, sealing the prisoners inside the walls of Arkham City.
"Will no one notice that they have been incarcerated?" Mary inquired. Strange chuckled to himself.
"No. These men are unimportant. No one will notice their absence and no one will care even if they do."
Mary typed in the code to open the door that led to the balcony above the Prisoner insertion chambers, her backpack filled with food and supplies for the political prisoners and her grappling gun in her belt. Professor Strange was in a 'meeting' with a man called the Demon and would not be back until late, making this the perfect time for Mary to help those men. However, as Mary looked over the edge at the ground a few stories below, her brain was offering much argument.
This is stupid. You are going to get yourself killed if you do this, Mary's brain reasoned.
Someone needs to help them and no one else in this city is going to, Mary pointed out.
You are twelve! You are not even able to land a hit on Strange when you fight him during lessons, what makes you think you can survive ten thousand of Gotham's deadliest criminals?
But I can run fast. And it is not as though I am going to be taking down any super criminals or thugs or anything. I am just running through the city, getting the supplies to the prisoners, and then getting out. Simple.
Nothing is simple here and you know it. What if the Professor finds out?
The TYGER guards still think I am in the Library and probably will not check until lunchtime, if they even manage to remember lunch. They are rather dim when the Professor is gone. Mary then calmed her nerves and put her finger on the trigger. Now or never, she thought to herself, and she shot the grappling gun. The hook attached itself to the roof of a building across and Mary was pulled across the square, flying through the air, until she collided with the building she was grappling towards. Ow, Mary remarked to herself, pulling her bruised and battered body onto the roof. Well that could've gone better. She looked down at the ground far below. Then again it could've gone worse. Mary then started to climb over rooftops, being careful not to look down or get too close to the edge. Thankfully, first few buildings in the area of the Bowery she was in were fairly close together, meaning she only had to clamber over air conditioners or odd cage like structures made of what looked like chicken wire and metal slating. That is until she came to a huge gap in between the buildings that led straight down to the street a good few levels down.
One fall and you are dead, Mary's brain noted.
Thank you for reminding me of that, brain, Mary shot back. She shook her head and grappled herself atop a taller building, before attaching a hook to the building and lowering herself to the shorter building beside it. She then started clambering across the rooftops and over a metal hatch of some sort covered in question marks. She carefully jumped across another gap onto the roof of the "Monarch Theater" and used her grapple to pull herself across gaps that were too wide for Mary to want to risk. She smiled. This wasn't so hard. Then, when she began climbing on the vents of the "Black Canary Club," with the nearest rooftop across the street filled with half a dozen inmates, Mary's heart-rate began to rise apprehensively. Ok, ok, ok, ok. You can do this, you can do this, you can do this, Mary told herself, tentatively directing her grappling hook to the building right next to the church. Just aim and fire! she thought, and her grappling hook shot off, connected with the roof, and sent Mary whizzing above the road. Mary hurriedly pulled herself onto the building, panting hard and looking down to make sure no one had spotted her. They hadn't. She sighed with relief before she lowered herself onto the roof of the church and climbed down onto the partially collapsed freeway that stood right next door. Sneaking gingerly across the asphalt, praying not to come across any thugs, Mary snuck into position and grappled herself to the higher highway. She ran to edge of the collapsed roads and lowered herself down, right at the edge of the Political Prisoner's camp. A man in a blue coat stumbled backwards when Mary made her entrance, but came a little closer when he realized how small she was.
"Who are you?" her asked.
"A friend," Mary replied, removing her backpack and opening it. She held out an apple and the prisoner reluctantly took it. "Where are the others?" The man in the blue coat turned his head toward conglomerate of cubicles.
"Hey, guys! Come over here!" the prisoner called and other men, dressed in blue coats like his own, began to emerge from small metal shacks. Mary smiled slightly before she emptied her pack.
"I grabbed as much from the supply room as I could. It is not terribly much but I will try and bring more as soon as I can. Make it last as long as possible," Mary instructed as the men began devouring the produce.
"Thank you," one man muttered through a mouthful of food.
"You do not need to thank me. Good luck." With that Mary ran off and headed back for the TYGER facilities.