Mass Breakout [Batgirl:Scarred Spin-Off ]

Chapter 14- Arduous Errand

Chapters 12 ,13 and 14 occur around the same time after the chapter, Plan B. But it is only in different perspectives.

Tim(othy)/ Red Robin P.O.V

I have finally reached.

It has been a hectic ride passing through the isolated roads of Gotham when in reality there is a war occurring.

"I have reached, Oracle."

I park my bike at the back of the Asylum in a corner, camouflaging it into a bush.

A bellowing roar erupts a few miles behind me causing Oracle to speak,

"Tim? Are you there? Tim. TIM!"

I snap my head back as I gave in a reply.

Oracle sighs with relief, "Tim. Don't you ever do that again."

"I'm sorry. But what were you saying?"

"Before I got rudely interrupted with my heart pounding with fear, I was asking you to check the device."

"Yes Oracle I will."

I grabbed out the palm-sized device tapping a miniature red button.

"It's on."

"Okay Tim. Let me enable it. And done!"

The screen lit up pearly white flashing numbers violently.

583.

I took a few steps foward.

582.

I had absolutely no clue what was---

How dumb could I possibly get.

This device showed up the meters left towards the Unknown.

"Hey, Oracle I am on the way to our dear nemesis. I will keep in touch."

"Okay Tim."

My gloved fingers coiled firmly around the piece of technology as I glanced around me three sixty degrees.

I walked thorugh the asylum past the east and west coast, meaning that the Unknown could have only been situated in the north of Arkham Asylum.

100.

I was awfully close, but there was so much distractions.

Disturbances.

That it was almost impossible to focus clearly.

The loud shrieks.

The blood-curdling screams filled with extreme agony.

It was like I needed special attention for my temporary insanity.

I huffed out a puff of air as I continued to follow the numbers that popped up on the screen.

"Oracle, I am extremely close. I have another seventy meters to get past."

I enter through the penitiary leading towards the prison cells.

57, 56, 57.

I realized I took a wrong turn.

Red digits appeared on the screen flashing vibrantly partially blinding my eyes.

Great, I just wasted five seconds of my life going the wrong way.

Amazing job, Tim!

I roamed around in circling complicating my task furthermore.

55.