#(Ah poisoning the water supply... Truly a Rogue rite-of-passage classic. 8'])

[red-hemlock]

@frostise started following you!

Arkham Asylum was... Quite the peach-slice of a place, she had to admit. Might even be worse than the city's actual prison. But here's a face she hasn't seen before, in all the minuscule moments she's spent languishing in this crusty crap-hole... Or has she? River ponders this, while scritch-scratching at the lovely new beeping wrist-jewelry 'gifted' to her by the staff, just out of sight of some guards standing watch.

Memory can't conjure-up a confirmation for certain, but River thought she might've seen this one running-around somewhere when everything went all belly-up in that last riot... Oh well. Maybe she'd prove more 'fun' to talk to, rather than the rest of these 'comedians' wandering around doing the big Nothing.

If someone calls her 'Fry-Face' one more time, they're going half-way to Hell with a spork lodged through their guts the next time lunch rolls around. 'Safety utensil' be damned. River makes her approach.

"Sad, isn't it? Near-total sausage-fest, and not a single luring link in the litter... Almost makes me miss Blackgate."

"So. What're you in here for, Blue?" Before any answer could be given though, she waves a hand, "Oh! No wait, let me guess... You poisoned the Gotham City water supply?"