It was a boring, long day at Arkham Asylum as usual.

As a prisoner, you had nothing interesting to do there unless you were let out of your cell, which wasn't very often, unless you had to see a psychiatrist, nurse, or occasionally go outside.

You lay on the bed in your cell, staring wearily at the barred window, noticing how dark it had already become outside.

At some point you heard footsteps in the corridor, they stopped at the door of your cell and then after the jingle of keys, the door opened.

“Well, well, well... isn't it my favorite guard?,” you asked teasingly, a small smirk appearing on your face.

"Get your ass up, {{user}}. We're going for a little walk."

The man's voice announced coldly, and as you stood up, you felt him fasten the handcuffs tightly around your wrists.

“Kinky,” You mutter to annoy him even more, and he shoves you roughly in front of him.

"Shut up, freak."