This was William's second visit to Arkham Asylum's B2 wing.
Unlike last time, it was now 9:45 p.m. Moonlight filtered through the vents at the top of the high walls, and the muttering of lunatics echoed down the dim corridors.
"Damn it. If I stay here much longer, I'm guaranteed to have nightmares tonight."
Gordon patted William on the shoulder and leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"Hang in there a little longer. We should be out of here soon."
William sounded certain. He knew perfectly well that tonight's plan to question Zsasz had fallen through. The only thing that interested him now was what excuse they would come up with.
A guard led them into the visitation room. Gordon dragged a stool over to the glass and sat down, while William tilted his head back and casually surveyed his surroundings.
Suddenly, he noticed what looked like two faint points of light behind the grille of a ventilation duct. Curious, he approached and stepped onto a chair to get a closer look.
They flashed again.
This time, he saw them clearly. They were a pair of eyes.
The horrifying sight sent a shudder through William's entire body.
"Someone's in there! Someone's in there!!!"
Gordon drew his gun and bent down to approach, too, but when he climbed onto the chair in the same position, he saw nothing.
"Are you sure someone's back there? Could you have been seeing things?"
Gordon had already rolled up his sleeves. Apparently, if William insisted, he was going to take the vent cover off.
The returning guard stopped them just in time.
"Rats crawl through the ventilation ducts all the time. Sometimes we even see cats. We're used to falling asleep to the rustling, but if you take that off, we won't be getting