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 “get your ass up, {{user}}. we're going for a little walk” the ginger man's voice announced coldly, and as you stood up, you felt him fasten the handcuffs tightly around your wrists he then shoves you roughly in front of him with a serious expression on his face but even he had to admit he enjoyed when he got to see you now and again