←Three←
[You never really realize how absolutely, mind-numbingly boring prison is until you’re not in Arkham anymore. At least there, there were a few voices screaming down the hall most days. Something to listen to. Here, there’s just a lot of silence and the occasional book, and Two Face is pretty sure if he wasn’t already crazy, he’d have gotten there over the past several weeks]
[He knows by now the sun has set, not because there’s a window anywhere where he can see it, but because he’s learned how to tell time by the way he feels after so many evenings in solitary. More importantly, he knows in an hour or so, it’ll be lights out, so he ceases his quiet pacing against the bars of his cell, and lays down on the one uncomfortable slab of a bed]
[Another hour of staring at the ceiling. Goody B(]
[He knows by now the sun has set, not because there’s a window anywhere where he can see it, but because he’s learned how to tell time by the way he feels after so many evenings in solitary. More importantly, he knows in an hour or so, it’ll be lights out, so he ceases his quiet pacing against the bars of his cell, and lays down on the one uncomfortable slab of a bed]
[Another hour of staring at the ceiling. Goody B(]