"Oh you haven't herd any of the rumors? Ask around and you should get a decent picture of why I am here, they are close enough to the truth as far as I am concerned about it." Cerin said as he waved off the matter of his incarceration. "The only thing that matters is that they never plan on letting me out of this place, well alive anyways." He said with a smirk. "Surprising how agitated people can be after you commit a few little crimes no?"

Jeffery agreed with Cerin on that so he said in confirmation.

"Uh yeah they don't plan on letting me out for a long time you should have seen the look on the judges face when he said ten years his eyes said life in prison to me!"

Jeff said sounding slightly annoyed but he actually was amused.

"They will probably add more years on as the sentence is coming close to the end only to please the mayor!"

He said with a cruel smile on his lips because he hated the mayor and he hated Jeff right back but he decided to let that slide to the back of his mind.

"Gotham is dieing because of their fool of a mayor"

Jeffery said with a small laugh.

Cerin chuckled at Jeffery's quip about Gotham. "I have never been there myself, but I hear it is a place people of our way of thinking can truly thrive." He said with a chuckle. "I prefer smaller towns though. You can really feel your impact in a place with a small population." He said with a slightly wicked smile. "though a bright side of our stay here has to be the chance to meet like minded individuals eh Jeffery?"

Rylan was escorted quietly into the prison designed by Bruce Wayne himself. She grinned coyly at the younger guard holding one of her arms. He swallowed hard and looked away. "What, sweetie?" she asked softly, "You never seen a woman before?"

The older guard gripped her tighter, "You'll do good to shut your mouth before we send you down to solitary."

"Oooooh! You're so scary," Rylan grinned. "How about you just get me in here already so I can get settled."

They pushed her through the final gate and into general confinement. She stumbled a bit, but quickly regained her balance. Talia would've frowned at her for her flirtation. She could hear Talia now. "Who are you? The clown's girlfriend?" Talia would scoff. Rylan's smile had quickly faded as she walked into the prison. The search had left her feeling demoralized, but that didn't matter to anyone else. She was a terrorist for attempting to blow up the courthouse and murdering some lawyer she didn't know. She wasn't sure why Talia called her to do it instead of doing it herself, but now she knew.

Looking around for the Wayne symbol, she roamed until she noticed two men sitting at a table and two girls at another. Purposely, she avoided the girls and stood close to the table bench. "Mind if I take a seat here?"

Lily looks over at the at the girl as she walks in, just wearing some normal street clothes. "Wonder what she did...probably didn't pay her speeding ticket." Lily says to Thorn, a grin on her face as she does. Her eyes slowly leave the girl and notice the guy she saw earlier in their cell. "That one guy over there, is in the cell across from us." She says, pointing at the guy, Cerin.

Thorn wipes her face and throws the carton on the floor while looking at the girl. "Probably! Also it's odd she isn't coming over to say hello...must be scared" Thorn smirks at the thought.

Thorn looks at where Lily points. "Oh yes! I heard him talking to the guards, he's quite funny. He's probably been here for a while." She watches the guy, looking at his tattoos.

"Looks like I am becoming a real magnet for attention, wonder when that happened?" Cerin smirked as the girl walked up to the table he and Jeffery were seated at. He looked her over for a moment, getting a quick gage of who she was. "I suppose I see nothing wrong with another joining for this oh so delectable meal." He said with a dry smile as he gestured to one of the seats for her to take. "I take it that you are another new arrival then? I am sure I would of noticed someone such as yourself earlier." He said to the girl after she was seated. As he waited for a response he noticed that he was being looked at, and assembly spoken about, by the two girls at the other table. He offered them a smirk and a slight wave of his two fingers to show them that he caught them staring, for the second time now.

Thorn smirks at the guy's response to her and Lily staring at him, she winks at him.
"It seems as though he's noticed us, Lily." Thorn turn back to her mash and bangers, her nose scrunches as she digs her fork through her lumpy mash.
"So...how did you end up in here?" Thorn eyes Lily for any sort of reaction.

Jeffery chuckled at Cerin's dry humour but his welcomeing composure to the new girl confused him although he thought she was probably scared of the other two girls or wanted to sit with the freaks as she might call Jeff and Cerin but she seemed very normal to Jeff which made Jeff wonder why she was in here.

@Momma Cass

"Take a seat girl but if you don't mind me asking what is your name and why are you here?"

Jeffery asked with a quizzical look on his face, he just wondered why the girl was here and for what reason.

Rylan smiled and took a seat. The question she knew would be posed had come up, "My name's is Rylan. What do you think I'm here for? Traffinc violation? Petty theft? I think I'd rather hear about what people thought I did than what I actually did. I mean, it's such old news."

"Oh I doubt that you are the petty theft type." Cerin said with a smirk as he rested his chin in his hand and looked the girl over. "Yes, definitely not the petty theft type." He said with a cold smile.

"I may have poisoned the Blüdhaven water supply with a special designed toxin that latches itself to anything with a Y chromosome and painfully kills it. What of you?" Lily asks with a smile. The distant sound of a gunshot is heard in the canteen...then shortly after a second shot. Guards are running by the room, towards their lockers. Some of them saying something frantic about Mike and gun. Lily looks at Thorn with a wink as she chuckles, "Men...one second they are goofing off...the next they are shooting their partner before killing themselves."

Two guards kicked open the entrance door to the prison, in there hands, they dragged an unconscious, sedated Rayne. They dragged her down the hall, passing several cells before heading through the intensive care doors. "Bringing in a class five murderer!" One of the guards announced as they pass through the doors. Rayne finally came to and she stood, headbutting both of the guards before attempting an escape. Rayne made her way out of the doors, back into the hallway just to see more guards. There she was shot with tranquilizers and she was back in slumber once again. She was then transported to her cell.

Thorn chuckles and digs her fork into a gross looking sausage, biting part of it. "Men are only useful for a night...and so a night with me is to die for" She smirks and swollows her sausage.

She sighs slightly. "Recently, I turned 18..uhh..kinda sucked. My only wish was to go to the zoo...to see the cats." She doesn't look up at Lily while speaking and plays with her food. "I managed to get into the enclosure, but before I could even use my only power! Catwoman had her whip around my neck and started attacking me. It didn't help that I was intoxicated and that it was 3 am." She sighs deeply. "I faked being unconscious, and was taken to a normal cell in the station. I got out and went home to put on make up where my own father called the staff from here to collect me." Thorn licks her thumb and rubs her neck, a layer of make up comes off which was hiding a thick bruise. "It's the same on my face. I won't be a pretty thing in the morning..."

"I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well to tell you the truth in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and would blow you head clean off, you've gotta ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk?"

Jack had started laughing as he half stumbled, and was half dragged, towards to the entrance to the facility after his perfect impersonation of Clint Eastwood. As a cough overtook his laugh the guards slowed slightly, not wanting to be the reason he died of an asthma attack or something. After the coughing subsided as well the pace picked back up to unforgiving rates and Jack had to almost jog to keep up, did they teach marching quickly?

"C'mon! That's Dirty Harry! You must've seen it, a good cop who is a huge dick to everyone...I know you're both not cops, but you both seem to be huge dicks..."

The procession stopped and one of the men turned, hurling a fist into Jack's stomach, letting him double over as the wind was knocked from him. Clearly the two men weren't in the mood for some fun. Going limp he allowed himself to be dragged inside. When finally in the compound he had a pair of beefy looking cuffs placed on him, he had had something like it before but nothing this technical looking. After a brief explanation Jack found out about their ability to shock and reduce his powers. As a demonstration Jack attempted to create an illusion of one of the guards. THe best he could do was voices still and a very fuzzy cloud that could have been anyone. Sighing he was led to his cell so he knew where he was going, before being led back to the canteen. Here the two guards left him and Jack could freely look around. There was a fair few prisoners and so Jack reckoned the prison was close to capacity. Walking to the food, Jack grimaced. It was slop at the best and Jack had been fed before he arrived. Deciding against the food he turned to see if there was anybody to talk to. Two tables seemed to be filled with conversation and the teenage part of him that remained instantly wanted to head to the table occupied by two girls. Sighing he walked forward and parked himself on a free chair next to the two girls.

"Sorry ladies, do you mind if I join you? I'm a new fish in this pond and...well...you seem a friendly bunch after all. At least friendlier than some of the nut jobs here."

Jack made sure to go heavy on his British accent as he spoke. He had found that many American girls loved it, but also it just made him memorable even if they didn't like the accent.

Thorn sneers at the man who sits near her. "Flattery won't get you anywhere..old man" A smirk graces her face as you obsorbs your mannerisms.

Jack's eyes raised as one of the girls made a comment on his age. It was true, he had noticed, that he was one of the oldest inmates here. Which didn't bode well for him at all. Sighing Jack looked at the girl who had addressed him. Youthful exuberance, he hated it. He wasn't even that old!

"Look love, flattery can get me anywhere. I can understand you believing otherwise though, those just out of nappies normally don't have an understanding of how the world really works."

Jack gave back a wry smile and looked over the meals the two had in front of them. Out on the plates the food looked even worse than before.

Thorn grins and picks up her plate before dumping her lumpy mash and odd sausages on him. "Oopsie Daisy!" She pouts and holds her face. "What is Daddy going to do to his Dark Beauty? Is Daddy going to beat me?"

Jack felt the odd gunk run down his face and onto his overalls. It was even less pleasant to touch than it was to smell, though now he was touching AND smelling it. Wiping the food from his head and face he let it fall onto the floor. Jack sighed once more before speaking.

"Am I Daddy in this situation? Someone clearly had father issues of their own when they were young. Tell me, did he just run out on your family, or was it because his daughter was just too clingy for her own good? I mean normally a real man would stick it out, but I think even the best father would run off if his daughter started calling herself Dark Beauty"

Jack made sure to perfectly imitate the girl's voice as he said 'Dark Beauty'.

Thorn giggles at the cheek of his voice mimicing. "If I'm such a baby then you must be a Daddy! You look forty odd going on fifty. Also it depends as I have many Dads, I'm just not their Daughter. But my real Dad, he stuck around treating like his Princess." She smirks at him.