Gotham: Jemma's Diary (v1)

Chapter Three - The Breakout

The next day was unlike any other, and I would soon realise why.

After breakfast the day seemed to dull down and guards seemed to let loose. But once lunchtime came, oh boy did things change.

The Asylum was a wreck, with the inmates all in a manic state. There were rumours flying about that someone had broken into the building. Some rumours said inmates were being taken.

I didn't care much for it. That was all it was to me; rumours.

Well, apart from the alarm sirens blasting throughout the place.

I remained in my cell with the door wide open, though. I didn't feel the need to risk being caught and sentanced longer in this hell-hole.

"Aren't you coming, Jem?" Bee shouted to me as she fled from her cell with the other inmates, stopping momentarily to look back at me.

I shook my head, "There's no point, Bee. You'll just find yourself being dragged back here, just you watch." I replied, sitting down on my bed with a magazine in my hands.

I watched as Bee ran down the corridor. Maybe she would find herself free. Or, maybe she would find herself in the torture chair once Dr Strange catches her.

Turning away from the door, I decided to distract myself from the piercing sounds and lose myself in my magazine. To little success, though.

"Are you just going to sit there?" I heard someone ask from my doorway. 

"Yep." I responded, keeping my head in the glossy pages. I couldn't be bothered to take any notice to this person - for all I knew, they were just another inmate.

A short moment passed before I heard the man walking towards me, and then I looked up.

"Oh my word-" I muttered, staring up at the man. I knew who he was. Short, wearing fancy clothing, hair as black as the night, a nose which always reminded me of a birds' beak, and a funny walk. "Penguin."

Oswald smiled, looking down at me, "Yes, dear. But only my friends call me Penguin."

I shrugged, closing the magazine and setting it down, "I could call you Dumbass, if you'd like?"

"Name calling?" He chuckled, "You really are just like your brother."

I gave him a fake smile back. I didn't like this guy, or at least that's what I thought I should feel. "What do you want?"

"You don't want to escape?" He questioned, "You're not all that smart, are you?!"

I narrowed my eyes at him, standing up to just above his level, "Actually, I just see no point. I know I'm not a fast runner; I know I'll get caught again."

Oswald nodded, beginning to turn away, "Fine... Oh, did I forget to mention? Your brother organised this whole breakout just to get you out of here." 

"What?" I stammered, collecting my thoughts before my eyes widened, "Jeremiah knows I'm in here?!"

"Yes, he does."

I was in shock, all this time I'd recieved no contact from my brother, and yet he knew I was suffering. I clenched my jaw, what does he want with me? I asked myself as I followed Oswald out.