[h3][i]"Don't try to play crazy with me....[/i][/h3] [center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/gU25raLP4pUu4/giphy.gif[/img][right][h3][i]....I'm a lot better at it."[/i][/h3][/right][/center] ACCESSING ARGUS DATABASE... TYPEDQUERY <> ..... ..... ERROR. DOCUMENTS REQUESTING ACCESS ARE TOP SECRET. TYPEDQUERY <> ERROR. TYPEDQUERY <> ERROR. TYPEDQUERY <> .... LOADING FILES. [hr][hr][h1][color=#a64dff][center]Folly Quinzel[/center][/color][/h1][center][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/62cae9f620ab4a5be0e3f49996a87377/tumblr_n5j2wlo12w1qcwz1no6_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Wayne High Library ---> Arkham Asylum Day of the Week: Wednesday[/center][hr][hr]Folly sat down in the corner of the library, listening idly as the alarm in the school wailed incessantly. It never stopped until everyone was found, but she could hardly care less. Her hands were still as she turned the pages of the book, a refurbished copy of the Brothers Grimm's fairytales. Her guardian, Bruce Wayne, always insisted that Folly had seen enough gore and horror for a lifetime, but she didn't care. She always felt at ease when she read through the fables, so old and so potent. [color=a64dff]"I'm not going with the other children, Commissioner,"[/color] Folly said simply, hearing the footsteps of the officer. She was considered a "high flight risk" at Wayne High. On no less than three occasions, Folly had been found in the midst of running away, packing her bags and returning to her beloved home of Coney Island. Her mother's friends would take care of her there, that she knew. And if her godmother wasn't in Arkham as well, she'd be living with dear old Aunt Ivy. "I'm not Commissioner Gordon," a dark skinned woman, slightly chubby, said softly. "My name is Amanda Waller. And by god, you're going to go visit your mother whether or not I have to put a bullet in your skull to do it." Folly glanced up from the book, frowning slightly. [color=a64dff]"Put a gun against my head, pull your trigger, then I'm dead..."[/color] Her voice faded off slightly, and Amanda frowned, before motioning for security. Folly didn't put up a fight, escorted with the rest of the children across the lawn, and into the dreaded doors of Arkham Asylum. She knew, instinctively, that she could end up there in time. [color=a64dff]"Hello, Marygold,"[/color] Folly said. [color=a64dff]"I think we're late for tea..."[/color]