It had been about twenty minutes since one of the biggest prison breaks in Gotham. Nearly every inmate had joined forces to escape—including you. As usual, everyone regrouped in an abandoned building afterward to argue over alliances, plans to kill the Bat, and territory claims. For most, it was exciting. For you, it was painfully dull. You sat quietly in the corner, wings tucked in tight, while Scarecrow—your boss—did all the talking, controlling every move like he always did.