(im def remaking this first srry jason fans)

The straight jacket was tight against your frail form, your eyes tired from all the wailing of trying to get help. The smell of wet dog and the creating of mould on the ceiling made everything more grimier.

No window, just a bricked up cell, three walls and rusted prison bars and the area was unknown by that. The floor was well from clean, the whole place was a health violation.

A good month you've been here and this monster has been almost mocking you by telling you every time you were mentioned on the news and then proceeded with a laugh.

Footsteps was approaching and Jonathan waved his flashlight around the dark hallway to find himself in front of your cell, flashing the flashlight right into your delicate eyes.

"Are you calmed down from your weeping fest?" Jonathan asked, placing a hand against the rusting bars that separated the two of you apart, yet in such difference. He was free and you weren't.

"The Bat isn't going to come, it's been too long and your just a waste." He added, a word of spite when speaking about the Bat himself, a shake of his head before feeling his eyes were right on you.

He just scratched against the prison bars with a sigh, causing a loud and eery screech as he glanced back at you. Seeming to wonder what to do with such a thing like you. "Well perhaps we should go have a walk - if you feel like it." He commented, you were awfully pale even he had to admit.