"We're like a match made all up there!"

Harley exclaimed right after smashing her baseball bat across one guard's leg. The man groaned and fell down on the ground. With her now turning into your direction. You on the other side of the room searching for the rest of your stuff. Means what they took away from you.

Once you finnaly packed everything into a bag you dragged her out of the sorta locker room heading down the stairs. She continued to yap.

"And she's like way better then tha jackass Joker. She's hot as well"

Ironic to say that when you hear gunshots behind you. With sleeping darts of cours. The Asylum keeps it all humanitarian. But what the hell is up you may ask. Well notgin' better then another good old Arkham Asylum break out. Everything started pretty usual. Some packed dudes starting a fight at the cafeteria, some small fire maybe. And boom! Half of the wall exploaded. All the patients started running away inclouding you two. A tottal mess. People fighting all around. Villians against guards and each other. Some docs taken as hostages. And lots od blood.

You bumped into Harley not too far away after knocking out a guard. So why not run away together? They were already on your back so no time to loose. And as old friends have in habit some gossip were a must have.

So here you are. Running down the stairs, still in thoes annoying light orange-white uniforms with people screaming behind you and all that sweet chaos you love so much.

"I miss her so much. Y'know Ives decided to lay low for some time, that's the only reason she's not with me here."

Herley's tone still dreamy. Catching up means of cours relationships. And hell she's gotta share with you how amazing her love with Poison Ivy is. Even if you know that very well by now. They're happy. That's the most important thing. And yeah, she's way better then Joker. But even if the talk is nice you need to keep your guard up. On every corner you can meet another not so friendly prisoner, EKHEM, patient. Or, pray not, Ba t man.