Maria's POV
I was hanging from the diagonal pole that was is the top of my cage. "Hey lady! Your food!" One of the guards told me while stepping backwards. Most the guards are scared of me here. Im labelled an insane, psychotic, murder. They are correct that is what I am. I start giggling and then it turns into a fit of laughter. The guard who gave me my food rushed out and made me smirk. I love that they are scared of me, it gives me confidence.
I jump down and look at the food. Yet again porridge. "Ym... Excuse me? sir? Yes, I don't think you know this but I cant eat that." I said. They ignored me so I decided to throw it through the cage at them. The all squealed like little girls when they saw a spider. What a sight. I begin laughing yet again.
Before I was sent to Arkaham I lived in London. I was plotting against the queen when my sister found the plans and ratted me out. I was on the run for two days and was caught while slitting a mans throat. It's fun to kill someone. There are two ways. Quickly, over and done with, or as I prefer slow and torturous. You can carve your name into them and let them bleed out so their families and friends knew it was me. You can torture them for days. Bring them to just before the point of death let them heal and then do it all over again, and just keep doing that until they beg you to kill them just for you to carry on torturing them. Hahaha.
Today I plan on escaping when they go to take away the tray from my cage.
Time skip
The guard comes in and leans down I then jump on his back and take his clothes, armour, helmet and gun to disguise myself and I walk off. I did it. I escaped.
Walking down the halls I look into some of the other cells. I see Edward Nygma, an old friend of mine and the psychotic clown, the Joker. I take if my helmet and walk over to Edward. "Well hello there Edward my old friend. How's Arkaham treating you?" I ask.
"Go away Mari!" He said.
"Gosh Eddie boy I love you too!" I exclaimed back at him. I hear a whistle from the cell by Ed.
"Well hello there doll face." It was the Joker. "What's a pretty face like you doing here?" He asked.
"Well I'm escaping. Im sick of it here." I told him. "Actually forget I said anything!" I said knowing I shouldn't have opened my mouth.
"I'll keep shut if you take me with you." He bargained. I contemplated the pros and cons of helping him.
Pro
He's just as insane as I am.
Con
He could overpower me.
And so on.
I decided to help. I shot the lock and opened to door. "C'mon then J, ain't got all day." I said he walked the cell. I decided to super speed out so, I grab his arm and super speed us out to the outskirts of Gotham.
"Thanks doll face. I never got your name." He said with a questioning look on his face.
"Its Maria, Maria Santario." I answered proudly.
