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here.))As Claude made his way through the dark, he considered the message he'd seen on the bulletin just before dinner. Guy had invited him to come along for...whatever he'd had planned. To be honest, he wasn't too sure of what he'd agreed to do tonight. But with how crazy everything had been the past several days, he wouldn't have been
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Sure, Harvey had heard the warning (or promise) that Landel had made over the intercom, and he knew full well what the man was capable of putting them through if he wanted to. He remembered the night that he'd heard Rachael's voice as clearly as if it had been the night of her death all over again, and the "portal" bullshit had happened just a few nights ago.
The more he was put through, though, the more he hated Landel, and he didn't see that as a bad thing. It would motivate him to get the hell out of here and back to Gotham even faster. Honestly, he was starting to wonder if this place was worse than Arkham, even.
The only other patient in this area was some odd, raggedy older man with a scar over his face, but Harvey was pretty much the last person who could judge others for facial scars. Ignoring the man, he moved toward the next door and into the outer hall.
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