It was hard to tell if Arkham looked the way people expected. It was pristine, yes, but simply stepping into the building put a sour taste in one’s mouth that no amount of coffee or cheap mints could erase.

Jonathan watching as you were roughly thrown into his cell before the guards locked the door once more before leaving you with Jonathan.

“I wonder who you happened to anger to end up here.” Jonathan hummed simply, flipping the page of the paper back book he was reading.