Exiting Arkham
Everyone is in such a talkative mood. Except Harvey of course. All talking about that police detective that shot the Scarecrow and just about killed him.
They think of us differently...
Where's the love? The fear?
I say we take it back. Take Crane back. Burn the precincts to the ground!
But what of the Bat?!
But what of him and this horrible deadly cloying city? What of other places to do her work as Two Face suggested? Or was that Harvey?
And with the smog, decay, ruin, and gaping infested wounds of the Earth, what really does make a future in this world?
Ivy - maybe not Poison. Certainly not Pamela - has her feet fall softly to the ever demanding and ever comforting Earth and hears four chiming notes. Thinking it is a new security system she turns and witnesses...
They think of us differently...
Where's the love? The fear?
I say we take it back. Take Crane back. Burn the precincts to the ground!
But what of the Bat?!
But what of him and this horrible deadly cloying city? What of other places to do her work as Two Face suggested? Or was that Harvey?
And with the smog, decay, ruin, and gaping infested wounds of the Earth, what really does make a future in this world?
Ivy - maybe not Poison. Certainly not Pamela - has her feet fall softly to the ever demanding and ever comforting Earth and hears four chiming notes. Thinking it is a new security system she turns and witnesses...