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Who: Poison Ivy
Where: Arkham Asylum
What: Holding out for a hero? Villain?
When: Evening: several days after the prison break out.
So the convicts had escaped from prison. Well, good for them. Soon as they got out, it seemed that Gotham's finest, whatever that means, were working on keeping the same from happening at Arkham. There must be some kind of vigilante team or someone stopping people from leaving. Or was it just that no one could actually get out? That, or the people of Arkham Asylum were just too crazy or too stupid to care.
Ivy, on the other hand, wanted out of there. Where the hell was the calculated breakout? Where was this freedom, promised by the Joker? Hmmph, just another case of a politican lying to keep his people happy. But at that moment, Ivy really couldn't care less. She was getting out, and that was that.
A plan? Just to get the hell out, maybe knock out a couple of guys, and get to her babies as soon as possible. It hurt too much to think that maybe they'd all died without her care. But it kept her going. There was no time like the present, so before long Ivy was flitting her eyelashes at the guards, wishing she'd done something about the horrendous outfits they offered.
Where: Arkham Asylum
What: Holding out for a hero? Villain?
When: Evening: several days after the prison break out.
So the convicts had escaped from prison. Well, good for them. Soon as they got out, it seemed that Gotham's finest, whatever that means, were working on keeping the same from happening at Arkham. There must be some kind of vigilante team or someone stopping people from leaving. Or was it just that no one could actually get out? That, or the people of Arkham Asylum were just too crazy or too stupid to care.
Ivy, on the other hand, wanted out of there. Where the hell was the calculated breakout? Where was this freedom, promised by the Joker? Hmmph, just another case of a politican lying to keep his people happy. But at that moment, Ivy really couldn't care less. She was getting out, and that was that.
A plan? Just to get the hell out, maybe knock out a couple of guys, and get to her babies as soon as possible. It hurt too much to think that maybe they'd all died without her care. But it kept her going. There was no time like the present, so before long Ivy was flitting her eyelashes at the guards, wishing she'd done something about the horrendous outfits they offered.