You clutch tightly at his uniform as he pulls your cuffs free from your belt and fastens one cuff to a bar before clasping the other around your duty belt. Then with a surprisingly light touch he pries your hand off him.

"I'm gonna get up there and we're gonna pull you up. Can you keep holding on till then?"

"Yes, sir.." You reply, hooking your legs through one of the few rungs beneath you.

Hawthorne gives your a firm nod and wastes no time clambering back up the ladder, leaving you alone and swaying in the night air. Shortly after he's gone you feel the ladder jerk upwards, a heave at a time, you slowly ascend. Looking back at the prison you see smoke pouring from the windows of the Warden's office and in the distance, like a pillar of shifting marble against the sheer black of night, the phenomenon enshrouding Arkham Asylum still reaches for the moon.. do they need your help? Can you even help in this state? As your vision begins to vignette and you feel your arm growing weak you start to hear the grunts of Hawthorne and Kimble hauling you up hand over fist.

The heated interior of the blimp feels divine as you're pulled free from the night air over the bay. Hawthorne and Kimble both drag your by your shoulders inside as you shiver and shudder, half from the cold and half from the pulsing hot fog in your head. Their voices come through muffled and slurred as you struggle to keep your eyes open, the relief from your rescue overriding the adrenaline.

"Mar- ..right?"

"Jesu.. ..st that's a lot of- ..id kit?"

You feel a gentle slapping on your cheek, it tingles with pins and needles, your vision smears and surges but Hawthorne's face comes into focus.

"C'mon kid, say something.."

Beneath his voice you hear another, lighter, feminine, and slightly unsettling voice whispering.

"Sleep Mark..."

"Mark, keep your eyes open for me. Kimble?"

"I'm fucking looking!"

The feminine voice returns, soothing and melodic.

"They will aid you.. only you can aid me.. sleep, son of Gotham. Sleep."

>Fight against the sleep, something is happening at Arkham and it doesn't feel good. Maybe this blimp could be more than an escape for just you?
>Fight against the sleep, do whatever you need to not fall asleep. Arkham is in good hands, you just need to weather whatever storm it's causing in your mind.
>Let yourself rest, you've done enough.. Batman and Constantine can handle themselves.
>Sleep. Follow the voice into whatever dream it may bring, maybe it can explain this splitting headache.
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