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And Harvey is out of there, with a gun and a coin and -- a hastily grabbed backpack looped over one shoulder as he clambers down into Gotham's underground, to the sound of Eddie's yelling.
He doesn't know -- if the Bat is going to follow him, or how much of a head start he has if he does. He doesn't know if the Joker's dead, or if that infernal luck of his is holding out. He does know, though, that he is not getting taken back to Arkham again, this soon.
He keeps going, weaving in and out and up and down of tunnels and sewers and passageways at near-random, not caring where he goes or how badly he's lost, so long as it isn't somewhere with the bat. Eventually, he might stop. Or something -- his phone, maybe -- might stop him.
He doesn't know -- if the Bat is going to follow him, or how much of a head start he has if he does. He doesn't know if the Joker's dead, or if that infernal luck of his is holding out. He does know, though, that he is not getting taken back to Arkham again, this soon.
He keeps going, weaving in and out and up and down of tunnels and sewers and passageways at near-random, not caring where he goes or how badly he's lost, so long as it isn't somewhere with the bat. Eventually, he might stop. Or something -- his phone, maybe -- might stop him.