Chapter 348: Crisis In Gotham (Part 3)
Arias had lied.
He had no intention of returning to Ark Academies.
The moment he left Commissioner Gordon's office, his figure vanished—not through some slow, dramatic exit, but in the blink of an eye, as if he had never been there in the first place.
His true destination? Blackgate Penitentiary.
The prison, a looming monolith of cold stone and steel, was a place meant to house Gotham's worst—those deemed too dangerous for regular jails, yet not insane enough for Arkham.
But tonight, it was lawless.
The walls, meant to keep criminals in, had been breached. The electrified fences that once buzzed with raw energy now crackled uselessly, sparking at torn sections where escapees had carved a path to freedom.
Gunfire rattled in the distance, screams and laughter mixing into a twisted collection of violence.
The courtyard was the worst of it.
It had become a battleground.
Inmates, some still wearing their orange jumpsuits, others having stripped down to bloodied tank tops or stolen guard gear, were locked in brutal fights. Some were killing for the sake of it, others for power.