The loud speaker crackled to life, the inmates of Arkham varying stages of sedation and dissociation already exhausted by what was surely to be another inane announcement. Some, very cognizant of time no matter the drugs forced into their system, were mildly interested by the change in routine. Others who used their time to recover before escaping to wreak havoc on the city at large were irritated by the interruption of the few z’s they were able to catch.
What none of them expected was to hear the voice of the singular Pamela Isley rasping through the speakers. It wasn’t odd that she would stage a break out, there were plenty of previous noteworthy riots all due to the blatant mastication of salad while staring her down. Thanks Edward. Or the time scissors had been used to trim off her hip in order to be used in a tea. Thanks Jervis.
Needless to say, it was not unheard of, but it garnered the attention of those capable. Some sitting up on the cot they’d previously been rotting in, others leaning forward against the restraints that kept them tethered to the wall behind them in solitary. Not only was this a possible escape, there was tea here, someone had done something very stupid. Much like the good Doctor Fries, Pamela had little use for humanity at whole, so who had done what to trample on her pretty little toes.
“Good evening, Arkham, mostly to my fellow inmates. I would apologize for having lost my temper, but I’m not so I won’t.’
Those sedated began to notice it first, the light pressure on their chest, the way fingers twitched, the warmth at the back of the throat that eased the tissue raw from screaming. The cognizant ones, clever though they may be, took longer as they were attempting to find a way to turn the new development to their advantage without yet having the full details.
“Dr. Arkham decided to boast that we at large are easy to control, myself in particular as my only strength is my ability to chemically manipulate others at a base level.’ A soft hushing sound, a few inmates recognized the muffled protest of a gagged Jeremiah. “And that clearly, I do not belong on the list of dangerous Rogue as long as I’m kept contained in a metal cell with no access to the Earth and all her bounty.’
Eager anticipation begins to shift in those listening, this does not sound like the beginnings of a riot, Mother Nature’s fury unleashed on stone poorly founded. A few of the less inclined to be used as pawns prepare to barricade themselves in, lower ranking rogues that occasionally punched above their station in hopes of rising to elite status. Others, while still confused as to the end goal, are thrilled knowing chaos is soon to be had in the decrepit halls.
“As if I have not personally brought Gotham to its knees with only a briar rose. Taken control of the upper crust in order to smother the city into a lethargic feast for my precious babies.” A pause, the audible slow breath in, and the exhale that is so explicit that it’s practically felt against the skin. “Hearing it for years has been a mild irritant to say the least, from a bunch of misogynistic, egotistical, narcissistic apes.’
A few of the higher tiered rogues have begun to recognize the danger, even those who had not been unwise enough to taunt the avatar of Mother Nature. They hadn’t stopped it either, some muttering a choice curse.
“So before I leave, return to my cell for a bit of rest, I hope you all enjoy yourselves.’ Tone acidic, a click is heard as the switch is flipped to off.
Those not requiring visual aid notice the haze first, spilling from the vents usually used to administer heavy sedatives in the event of a riot. A system long since abandoned as the guards were usually also knocked out amongst the inmates leaving bodies and no one to transport back to cells. The growing clamour slowly quiets as some retreat further into their cells as throats grow thick, muscles taut. Or others take advantage of the long low buzz as cell doors are opened, red lights flickering to green.
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