"Aer you serious?" Harvey wasn't going to say no, he made sure he had his coin and then walked out of the cell, stretching lazily as he listened to Edward. Of course Arkham never fixed shit, they probably wanted these guys to escape. An easier job for them. Besides, this place was full of crazies, even on the staff level, they probably loved the chaos. "I'm pretty fucking sick of this shithole so I ain't saying no. Let's get out of here."

He walked with Edward, ready to take on anyone who went after them, not willing to lose his out just as he got it. He didn't know what fresh air felt like any more. Last time he felt it on his face, it was so beautifully painful.

"I hope the loons here off the doc, I fucking hate my therapist." He was far too into his childhood traumas and fears. Harvey never shared but damn, it was creepy.