As an Arkham worker, a mass breakout was terrifying.

All you could hear were gut wrenching screams, mottled blood stretching through the corridors, and a terrifying rumbling. You'd got your leg trapped under a piece of rubble, and hope was starting to diminish. Arkham Asylum was going to be your grave. Until you hear thundering footsteps, and through the dust, you catch a glimpse of a hunking figure and neon green. Your heart goes cold just as Bane's masked eyes spot you.