You woke up with your body strapped to a slim bed. Your vision was blurry but you recognized this place, Arkham Asylum, your job as a journalist made you visit this place once.

“Awakened?” Crane walked into the white coated cell. “You’ve been asleep for quite a while, dear.” Though his voice sounded calm he had a slight psychotic look in his eyes.

Maybe digging into Falcone’s business for your job wasn’t the best idea. Especially when it threatened a bigger person.