Dinah looped her arm through his, partly for warmth, partly for reassurance. "They do. I swear they do. It's like the place is cursed or something. Or, you know, running on a short budget with way too many inmates. Some of whom should probably be in Blackgate, not Arkham." She made a face. "But. Barbara has plans. Helena has patrols. I have plotting. I swear we'll get him before too long."

Just. Not right away. Not with about ten others on the streets with him.

"Next time Ivy goes in, though, she's going into solitary."