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[icd10f60pt7]

All day Monday, packages arrive at Arkham via various delivery services. One package for Giles, one for Alex, one for another doctor on the service and another for a nurse. Assuming these packages are actually opened, all they will find inside will either be a Newton's Cradle, or a very unassuming clock radio. Except for the fourth, of course.

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[myownluck]

Harvey doesn't care much for explosions.

(Nice understatement.)

When the bombs go off, he drops down on the floor with a scream that's mostly lost among the rest of the noise, clutching at his face. That helps, some. The bricks that go flying don't turn that delicate scar tissue to pulp, the shrapnel doesn't get in his remaining eye.

The back of his head isn't so lucky -- he doesn't feel the impact, but the blood seeping through his hair tells the tale well enough.

[terrorofgotham]

Crane's in a straitjacket, today, for reasons of some poor behavior or another. Perhaps there were drug flashbacks, or someone's eyes were bothering him, or some such thing. Obviously, he's not doing any harm, though, see?

Even when the bomb goes off, he's not going anywhere, though. That is very, very annoying.

[onlynothuman]

Simon's in bed when it goes off, and he's luckier than Harvey. No flying bricks in here, just the thick glass wall shattering like safety-glass, a crazed pattern across the whole sheet. Doesn't fall, though.

But the window between his cell and Crane's does.

He scrambles up, ears ringing, and, checking to see if there are guards in the hall yet, edges towards that window.

[ha_in_havoc]

The blast goes off, pulling the Joker from mumbling to himself in boredom as he sits crouched on the floor. In the aftermath, there's silence filled only with a shrill ringing. The glass wall has gone from clear to opaque with its new endless web of cracks. Bigger cracks issue around the edges of the door. Dust fills the hall and there's marked damage to the wall. The clown pulls himself up, laughing madly and loudly. Possibly more loudly than usual, since he can barely hear himself.

"Tiiiime to go, gentlemen!"
Can they hear him? Quite possibly not. He goes to the task of issuing hard, solid kicks to the cell door, all the same. Spreading those larger cracks further and rattling the door slowly loose.

[knight_so_dark]

It had taken too long. To hear the news, to make a graceful exit from the party. To get to the downtown base. To gear up, and then wait for Peter to do the same -- he did not like the boy coming along with him, not so soon, not into a situation like this, but arguing would take up even more precious time -- and to make their way to the damaged asylum.

There's still rescue that can be done, even this late into the situation. Containment. Sneaking into the building unnoticed isn't difficult at all.

[ducttape_hero]

Peter did everything he could to not delay them, but he couldn't stay behind. This would need extra hands, wouldn't it?

He's not a hindrance to getting in unseen, at least, following Batman at a distance.

[knight_so_dark]

It will. That doesn't mean he has to like it.

He activates the comms, as they get closer to one of the explosion sites. "Rescue is the first priority," he tells him. "Don't move out of sight range without telling me. You encounter more than two people, alert me."

[ducttape_hero]

Aw, he'll get used to it.

"Ten-four, Captain." He stays against the walls, checking each room he passes for patients or staff. This floor is full of unlocked doors, sparsely furnished shared rooms down both sides. The sudden evacuation has been thorough; there's no one in any of the rooms Peter checks.

[cmmrjamesgordon]

The drive from Stark's building was tense and oddly quiet. Jim wasn't interested in talking strategy with Dr House, so he effectively ended any chance for conversation by driving like a madman.

On arriving at Arkham, Jim left the other man behind to try to argue his way into his own hospital, while Jim took in garbled status reports from on scene officers over the radio.

Honestly, they weren't who he wanted a status report from anyway.

[knight_so_dark]

He knows Gordon's arrived before his own men do. The text comes soon, as terse as the communications ever are.

East wing.

He has Peter stay back, for now, out of sight. If they can get through the night without Jim seeing or hearing about him at all, he'll consider that a win.

[cmmrjamesgordon]

Jim disentangles himself from several officers who are panicking more then he's comfortable with to head toward the East wing, gun out but the safety on. He passes some orderlies calmly escorting wild-eyed, frightened patients to new cells and has to pause in his search of the wing to smirk at an officer calling for back up involving a doctor, House's voice loud and annoyed in the background.

He's out in the open, slightly distracted. Like he's asking to be scared out of his skin.

[knight_so_dark]

It's almost too easy. Almost.

"Gordon."

The voice comes from behind Jim, right behind him, close enough to reach behind and touch. (Or, at least, try to touch.)