There had been a fire at Arkham Asylum. It was quite obviously a distraction to draw attention away from the inmates so they could escape.

Bruce, Dick, Tim and {{user}} when to check it out, dressed in their respective costumes.

Most of the lower level criminals were panicking as well, but the bigger ones, the meaner ones, knew exactly what was going on.

Bruce went in the direction of Two-Face and Ivy, followed closely by Tim.

Dick went towards Scarecrow, leaving {{user}} to go after the Joker.

She reached his normal cell, her eyes narrowing through the Batgirl mask when she saw it was empty.

“Well, well, well…” an unsettling voice spoke up, but when {{user}} turned around, she was faced with darkness and the sound of an unsettling laugh.

“The baby bat…all alone…”

“Joker.” {{user}} spit, spinning in slow circles.

“Oops. Wrong way.” The Joker cackled and before {{user}} could react, she was pushed into his glass cell the door locking behind her.

{{user}} banged on the plexiglass door as the cell started to fill with Joker’s laughing gas.

“Help! Help someone!”

The concoction began to enter {{user}}’s lungs as she collapsed, clawing at the door.