[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff99ff]Jaina[/color] & [color=99ccff]Iris[/color][/h1][img]https://s4.postimg.org/db2ysoiu5/www.GIFCreator.me_Bqd_G3_D.gif[/img][hr]Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building [/center][hr][hr]Jaina saw the confusion on Marc's face before she noticed the dart hit her. Glancing down at the dart that had embedded itself in her hip, Jaina's eyes widened, and a few tears welled up in her eyes. But the smile was still plastered on her face, a smile that seemed to never leave, no matter what emotion she felt. Instead of charging at anyone to attack, Jaina looked up at Marc, her eyes wide and huge, perhaps from curiosity or terror. Or better yet, a mix of the two. [color=ff99ff]"Help...me..."[/color] Jaina croaked, before the tranquilizer kicked in, and she fell to the ground, her hands still stained with the orderly's blood. 

In the hallway with Cynthia, Iris felt a bit perplexed. She hadn't seen Cynthia this happy before--but to be fair, she had only met her today. She watched as the girl bounced and skipped, almost like a happy little dancer, a six year old being all bubbly and cute before the recital. The more she learned about Cynthia, the more she felt that the Ludwig branch of the asylum wasn't properly equipped to treat her--and the more committed Iris felt towards the girl. 

[color=99ccff]"Come in here, alright? T'es d'accord avec moi?"[/color] Iris asked, nodding encouragingly at Cynthia. It would be for the better if Cynthia entered the room willingly, as to allow the orderlies then to guard the door. She felt a bit bad about the trick they were playing on her, but Iris would go and fetch some of the sorbet from her office if she could, and bring it back to her. Trust was important, in Iris' opinion. 

She didn't pay attention to the relentless buzzing of her phone, dismissing it as Darcy being overprotective and easily worried. The situation had been controlled and managed, after all. It was perhaps a naive notion to have. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/49189e0e54fa707ac3319c9596b34f89/tumblr_n9c0sc9vt01qgyarho8_r1_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Valentino's Italian Restaurant (Diamond District) [/center][hr][hr]Cecily felt a mixture of annoyance and understanding, seeing the look of pity on Keystone's face. On one hand, she figured that odds were, the shooter(s) wouldn't miss the next time they took an aim at her. She had been lucky so far, and while she was grateful for that, she felt she was pushing her luck each and every moment. Hanging around Roy and Caesar may provide protection, but it also had a certain vulnerability to it. Cecily couldn't help but muse that the more protection she received, the more danger she would ultimately face. 

[color=00ccff]"Thanks, I appreciate it,"[/color] Cecily replied with a slight smile. [color=00ccff]"Though it'd probably be better if I learned how to 'choke a twat out' myself...Or kill them with science,"[/color] she joked. But with the five taps on her shoulder, Cecily's paranoia picked up. Was there someone in the restaurant that Caesar was about to point out? Had Prosperine turned out to be the owner of Valentino's? 

Her worries weren't too far off, as she glanced up at the screen. Nodding, she affirmed Caesar's conclusions. [color=00ccff]"...Keystone, if you wanted to choke someone out for me, start with her,"[/color] Cecily mentioned, looking at the blonde on the screen. She was positive it was Proserpine--it had to be. But as her phone buzzed, Cecily's eyes widened slightly. Her cousin, Iris, was there--she was at the asylum. Ignoring the text from Riley, Cecily frantically dialed Iris' number as Caesar paid, but it only went to voicemail. Eventually, Cecily resigned herself to sending a text to Iris, warning her to run as fast as she could from the asylum. 

[color=00ccff]"On it,"[/color] Cecily replied quickly. As much as she was worried about Iris--it seemed Darcy had a good reason to be nervous, if Prosperpine was going to Iris' place of business--her best course of action would be to get Roy on the scene. Switching contacts in her phone, she tapped out a quick text to Roy, telling him in her own sort of nerdy code that a crazed blonde woman (Proserpine) was heading into the asylum: 

[center][i][color=00ccff]Joker's girlfriend is at Arkham.[/color][/i][/center]