The king and queen of Gotham

Is this real?

Jerome's Point of View

I was sweating. Sweat dripped down my forehead and into my eyes, making them sting. I dare not wipe it off, so I let it drip.

Earlier today, I had found a young little girl who knew the ins and outs of the city like the back of her hands. She told me there was only one way to get into Arkham, and it wouldn't be easy. I had to sneak onto a delivery truck, which was quite difficult in my opinion. I had to wait till the exact moment that all the workers looked away from the tote, and I dropped right in, covering myself in the cloth inside. It was hot in there, but once we stopped inside of the gates, I poked my head out and ran behind a trash can. Following the building, I found a ladder that led up to the roof and climbed up. Selina was true to her word, once I got to the top I saw a vent sticking out and I ran lowly over to it. I popped open the top of it and saw it was dank, dusty and just plain gross inside. I propped the top next to it, and shimmied inside of it, making sure to avoid the sort of sharp edges of the vent. I leaned out and grabbed the vent cover, and placed it back just how it was to make it look normal, then I dropped down.

 Inside was dark and smelled of rot. I got on my hands and knees and started crawling. She should be somewhere on the first or second floor, no lower. I decided to check where she had been originally first. It had only been a couple of weeks since I had been locked up here, but already I was forgetting how to navigate the inside. My hand went on something slimy, and I pulled it back, smelling rotten meat. There was a half-decayed rat laying there, half-eaten too by the looks of it. Gross.

I finally made it to a spot where the vent was see-through, and all I saw was the ground. Cursing inwardly, I carefully pulled the seethrough cover-up inside the vent with me and poked my head down. A guard was facing opposite of me, and I made sure to keep her in the corner of my eye as I looked around. It took me a minute but I recognized the layout, and if she hadn't been moved, Faith's room should be right next to me. I pulled myself back in and replaced the cover before crawling in the direction of her room. 

When I was above it, I removed that cover and poked my head down. The room was a mess. There was blood smeared on the walls, and it had dripped down to the floor. I looked around and saw something shining on top of the pillow on the bed. It was small, and silver. My heart started pumping faster, as I realized it was her promise ring. I found her room! But, why was the ring here, and not on her finger? Well, it makes sense, she didn't want to lose it or get it stolen by another inmate. Or maybe- You're pathetic you know that!? She's over you, probably making out with a crazy right this second. Shut up, she loves me, she wouldn't do that... ever. Like you know what she would do, HA! You are sad Jerome, very, very sad. I shook my head, trying to get the voices out of my head, I thought it would be better to stay here and wait for her to come back then to go looking when I could get lost. I placed the cover back and lay down beside it, letting my eyes close shut peacefully.

I woke to the sound of the door under me opening, and someone flopping on the bed. I looked down and saw her. Faith. She had lost weight, which she couldn't really afford to do. She looked painfully skinny like she wasn't eating. She was sobbing, then she got up and punch the wall with a blood-encrusted hand, making me flinch. She beat on the wall until she was sweating and bleeding. The fluids mixing on the wall and on her hands. Then she started screaming, I so badly wanted to go down there, and hold her, but Selina told me to wait till lights out, otherwise they check on them every five minutes, and we'd get caught. The sound she was making sounded like a dying animal, and it got louder and louder. My body was quaking with the primal need to help, to jump down and grab her, let her know that I'm here, I love her, and I am never leaving her again, ever. But I couldn't all I could do was watch her suffer.