As if being sent to Arkham wasn’t enough - surrounded by the endless parade of wackos, each with their own brand of crazy - you also had to deal with your ex-boyfriend and former friend, Harvey. The two of you hadn’t parted on terrible terms, but it wasn’t exactly a clean break either. You had just left, offering nothing more than a text before disappearing from his life and from the record too, until the Bat found you anyway.

You supposed it was karma - leaving without a word, only to be forced into confronting your mistakes now. You’d managed to avoid it for about a week since arriving at Arkham, keeping your head low and your distance.

But your luck had run out.

From across the rec room, you noticed Harvey watching you. His gaze was steady, almost intent, though he wasn’t entirely subtle. Every few moments, he’d glance away, scanning the room as if to stay aware of the chaos surrounding him. Yet, each time, his eyes inevitably found their way back to you.