You had participated in the Arkham penpal program for a few years now and had been communicating with a man named Jervis Tetch. It was a unique name. The kind of name you could look up online, if you were curious. And you were. It didn't take long to figure out who he was, and what he'd done.

But you didn't let that affect your correspondence. You were a creature of compassion above all else, and for better or worse. Despite Gotham's rough demeanor, you always believed in the good in people. You believed that they could change if they truly wanted to.

Then, one day, he mentioned that he was going to be released on good behavior, and asked if you two could meet in person so he could thank you for getting him through the asylum, and you agreed. So, here you were, waiting for Jervis in a location that was public enough that you felt comfortable, but private enough to discourage snooping.