Her cage is dim but never dark, days measured in the bustle and quiet of the joint, without the comforting aid of a clock whittling down her sentence tick by tick.
Aren't you tired of sleeping yet?
While she's tangling with her sheets, her guards are nodding off in the corners, rifles at the ready.
What are you waiting around for? He ain't comin' for you.
"Oh, shut up," she hisses. "He so is."
Face it, girl – he left you to drown.
"He did not."
He knew Batman would rescue her. But here's a thought: did Batman rescue him, too?