Auston got off the roof by using one of the ladders. It was old and rusty, like almost everything around here. He wipes his hands off on his dirty shirt. He sighs and shakes his head. He probably looks like a wreck but thatâ€™s not a concern when youâ€™re in here. Your only concert is to get as less involved in the war here in Arkham as possible. He himself did quite a good job if he said so himself. He hasnâ€™t joined a gang nor has he fought yet. A new record for not fighting this long.<br/><br/>He then walks down the street towards one of the entrances. He walks slowly and watches everyoneâ€™s move. He doesnâ€™t like it when heâ€™s surrounded or being watched. That usually meant that they were one big group, searching for a fight. He doesnâ€™t look down as that might seem as a weakness to the other inmates. Itâ€™s all about making yourself look strong, especially when you donâ€™t look very big and muscular. The closer he gets the more rumours he heard about guards throwing Wayne in prison. Others say that Bruce is killed. He himself doesnâ€™t think about it too much. Why would he believe anyone in here? They were either mentally disturbed or just liars. In here, the only thing he believes are the things that he sees.<br/><br/>He takes a position in the dark near the entrance of Arkham. He hears guards at the other side of the wall and people begging to get released. Auston has no clue of what happened at the other side of the wall. But he wanted to find out. Heâ€™s a curious person who doesnâ€™t like to be clueless about things.<br/><br/>He brushes his fingers through his black hair once again and then rubs his chin. How long does he have to wait? He sits down with his back against the wall and his arms crossed. His eyes stay focused on the place where he hears the voices of the guards. He does notice that other inmates share the same curiosity and have also gathered around the wall. News spreads fast inside Arkham, especially if something bad happened just outside the wall.