Wanna Know How I Got These Scars?

~~~~~ 2009 ~~~~~

The eggs I had made fifteen years ago had tasted much better than the ones on my plate now. Maybe it was just my anxiety. I wished Leon would call, but at the same time I was almost afraid. I wasn’t afraid of Jack or of breaking him out. Hell, I wasn’t even afraid of getting caught. I was too smart for that. I was afraid of botching up the escape. Maybe not me, but what if Leon or the guy he was bringing screwed up? I plugged a portable gig stick into the side of my laptop and sent a worm into Arkham Asylum’s computer system. It was set to target the Joker’s information and the surveillance system. It would eat through random files, rendering them unopenable. Their entire surveillance system was backed up by the company that had installed the system. Not only did I target the cameras at Arkham, but it would randomly hit a number of their other clients. Once the worm was up and working, I went over the blueprints of Arkham again. The more I looked at the new construction, the more convinced I’d become that we’d need a boat. It might be possible to get away in a boat. I would have to ask Leon about it. Until then, I would research it online.

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The smell of meatloaf slowly woke him up. He must have slept the whole day away. That happened a lot after EST treatments. Tonight felt different, though. He didn’t feel so completely out of it, and the smell of the food actually made his stomach growl. He didn’t hesitate to grab the tray and devour the food. He needed his strength. Scarlet was coming for him... wait, he remembered that. The girl in the cab, with the eggs... it was Scarlet... maybe that was a nickname, but it suited her. But that wasn’t important just yet. He remembered her being here at Arkham. She had cut her hair, but it was her. She’d promised to come for him. Come for him... she’d been very good at that once. He giggled as he shoveled mashed potatoes into his mouth.