"Escape from Arkham?"

[doe_jane]

Jane sits in her cell, straitjacketed and half drugged. Staring at the ceiling and waiting for...something.

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[thefireofasaint]

Gotham. It'd taken him a few hours to get there, but he knew Jane wasn't exactly going anywhere. It was a pity he couldn't get the blueprints to the place, but he'd been in a few institutes himself after his power had manifested, for pyromania.

Pyromania is such a weak word to describe it. Still, he starts small, the trusty shark zippo making a flame he manipulates into melting through the locks on the gates. He strolls up the path, and at the doors, inhales, and smiles again.

He blows the doors in with a huge gout of fire that resembles a train.

[notsogoldenbook]

Jonathan is standing at the receptionist's desk, going through some files when the doors are blown in. Momentarily shocked, he stares at the debris.

[twitchnosewitch]

~...love?~

[notsogoldenbook]

He snaps out of it, slamming his hand on the security call button. ~Someone's blasted the doors open.~ He rummages around in the top desk drawer.