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Being captive for so long inside that high security prison wasn't easy. After breaking out, you'd better snap out of it soon. The Joker's been to hell and back also, but you hallucinating about offsprings you don't have is a new, different level.
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Everything in your mind is clouded and distorted after the electroshock therapy session this morning. All the meds they force you to take never seem to help, they actually make everything worse. You've been listening to the screams, gunshots and clamoring outside your sealed doors for about 2 hours now. A riot?... A breakout?... Who knows and it doesn't really matter since you're trapped.
The sound of the heavy metal gate opening gets you out of trance.
"You're welcome, my beautiful people!" the intercom voice sarcastically announces." I take it back; some of you are really ugly!" (muffled snickering) "Now get out there and have fun!"
You struggle to concentrate on your steps and carefully walk out on the hallway, coughing when you inhale the smoke creeping up all over the place. Dead bodies scattered all over, inmates and guards alike. You see prisoners running around, some of them bumping into you and almost knocking you down. It makes it even harder to focus.
"Watch it, bitch!" you hear a raspy voice and you get pushed out of the way, getting slammed against the wall. You would normally fight back with tooth and nail after such offense, but at the moment you can barely function.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?! Stupid idiot, this is Mister J's woman!" you distinguish the tall man in front of you kicking the other one away.
"...How...how am I supposed to recognize her without the hair and makeup?" the inmate tries to defend his action, startled. You involuntarily touch your short hair, remembering they cut your long, red locks adorned with neon green highlights a few months ago. All that is left is your natural color: a dark blonde clipped short in some type of pixie style you don't like at all.
"Shut the hell up moron, and go make yourself useful ! Kill a warden or something!" your rescuer snaps, lifting his Scarecrow mask just a little bit, enough to bring your hand to his lips and kiss it. "Apologies my Queen," he smirks, "that simpleton wouldn't recognize royalty even if it hit him in the head!"
"D-Doctor Crane, h-have you seen J ?" you stutter, even dizzier now that the smelly vapors made their way into your lungs and brain. Not what you need, that's for sure.
Jonathan lets go of your hand, adjusting the mask on his face.
"Yes, he was in the control room with me, I believe tried to reach your men and then went away!" So much ruckus and noise; Scarecrow is basically screaming at you and yet you can hardly comprehend what he's saying. "Hold on," he places your back against the wall, turning around to shout as loud as he can: "DID ANY OF YOU JERKS SEE THE JOKER?"
A few detainees close by heard Crane and one of them points out towards the north side of the corridor:
"I passed him by about 5 minutes ago; I think he's looking for her!"
