Getting out of Arkum

Dr. Young sat at her desk going through plan after plan, trying to find anything that could be of use to her. Just one thing that would help her rise and prove that she was the master's second. She found nothing, which caused her to give out another angry hiss. She eventually let out a long sigh, calming herself.

"I need results, not worthless anger that goes nowhere." Dr. Young hissed at herself before getting up and getting a board out. She wrote, crossed out, and wrote again on the board, passing back and forth in front of the board as she came up and dismissed ideas in a moment. Eventually she stopped and stared at her board, trying desperately to find anything in what she had written down to lead anywhere; none of it did.

She counted to ten, talking in coming breaths. Then set back down at her desk. "I'm just missing something that could fix the situation, but what is it?" She hissed at herself, trying to figure out what she could be missing. "What at Arkham could help her?" Dr. Young asked herself, and these words caused her to realize something.

"What if it's not Arkham?" Dr. Young asked herself. The question is changing everything. "What if Master were out?" Dr. Young asked the question, a dangerous one she knew but a possible way for her to cement her position while also helping her master. As surely, while not as defensible as Arkham, a place outside would be easier to get resources and coordinate plans in than in Arkham.

Though, how to go about it. "A fake identity or a change of heart?" Dr. Young whispered quietly to herself, "This was supposed to be a place where the criminally insane got better; it just happened so rarely that she honestly forgot, even though the original reason she had come here to begin with was to help exactly with that."

Perhaps that was the way she thought to herself, a model patient whom the new methods they had been working on helped cure of their madness. It should work, of course. She'd have to go with him to be sure of his continued mental stability. She smiled to herself at the thought. She would get to spend all her time with Master, filtering who got to see him and who didn't, cementing her position as number two.

It was a very good idea, especially as from the logs there were some very rich people in Gotham who were more than willing to turn a penthouse into her master's personal fortress. Yes, it could work greatly; she simply had to convince the master it was a good idea alone. If the other servants of the master at Arkum even suspect Age was planning to move the master further away from them, she would not live to see tomorrow, her usefulness be damned.

She got back to her board and wiped it clean thinking on the positives for master. She wrote down easier access to materials as a first. A second would be better access to Gotham's waterways, allowing him to communicate with his surviving fisherman army soldiers and rebuild it if he so desired.

In fact, with better access and more time, he could probably take over the waterways by flooding them with his magical tartar sauce. A kind of instant takeover of the city plan he could execute whenever he desired. That would be a great positive indeed, and surely he could enjoy committing his great magic in person on the outside better.

If he even got it, he would simply be sent unlockingly back to his loyal servants at Arkham Asylum. Yes, there were many positives; he'd just have to get things in motion, but soon Master would have a far better room and home than a cell at Arkham Asylum. "Any who got in the way of that would be dealt with." She said simply to herself, a sadistic smile on her lips as her eyes blazed with happiness at the future she envisioned.