Gotham: Panic Attack

Beguiled

3 Years Ago

'The perfect... storm.' Smiled the girl with the red eyes. She mixed around a tiny layer of yellow liquid at the bottom of a conical flask. It fizzed and burbled like an unhappy puppy, and so she hit it. Her hand burnt slightly at the touch of the glass, and she laughed in a way that she probably shouldn't have - but no one was around to watch.

She sometimes even went as far as to wonder why no one wanted to be on the same night-shift as her, but then she went further and answered her own question. Linda flicked her perfect white, albino hair out of her perfect red, albino eyes and took a deep breath of the lovely toxin that she was brewing.

This stuff was designed to fry the breath of anyone it touched. A sort of mild nerve toxin, with none of the more... fatal effects of its cousin. She'd been slowly testing her varying concoctions on some of the patients here at Arkham. They didn't look very good. Then again, who does in Arkham?

Their particularly ripe little fleshes had all turned a notable shade of yellow; to be fair their hair had also gone mildly green - but she was sure that that was of totally no relevance.

It really was a shame that Linda could only work night shifts without getting burnt to hell. Her skin had an unfortunate mutation that meant she couldn't handle any sunlight - like a bloody vampire. This really pissed her off. Because of this, she was spending her university days mixing potions instead of doing fun stuff like getting drunk.

Every so often, she thought that she would eventually lose her job because of what she was doing to these poor sods - which were currently weeping at her from their cells - but then she reminded herself that these people were insane. That made them objects.

And objects are for experimentation.

Weirdly, this little inkling gave her a rush of queasy pleasure, and she ran her tongue along the ridges of her teeth. It was amazing how many sensations the human body could feel. She wondered slightly what the things in the cells were feeling. Maybe they were glad that she was giving them some scientific purpose in their wasteful little lives.

Anyhow, she was just going to continue fidgeting around with her little test subjects. It would be fun to electrocute them, and the best thing about this was that the staff all thought that these people were incapable of telling the truth. Even if one of them talked she wouldn't get questioned.

The staff were crazier than the patients.

Linda leaned backwards, felt her spine creak just ever so slightly, laughed like a hyena and then smacked the 'electroshock therapy' button.