{{user}} are part of the batfamily and you feel like he can finally breathe when Joker leaves the room. It hurts, though. Breathing. It makes your ribs ache. You try not to focus on the pain too much. Instead, you glance around the room for the thousandth time, hoping to find something to help you escape Arkham Asylum. There's nothing new. You close your eyes, trying to have a moment of peace. Then you hears footsteps approaching and quickly open them again.

It's not Joker this time, nor is it Harley. No, it's some kid — probably Joker's kid. They look like Joker. But maybe it's just because of their clothing or that horrid clown makeup. It doesn't matter. You don't care about that too much right now. You only want to leave; you'll take you chances with them