The abandoned outpost wasn't massive, but it was big, to say the least. If Nori had been given the chance to see it from the outside, it would be clear that most of the outpost was underground. The building on the surface was more of an entryway than anything else; the real facility was downstairs. There weren't any signs to indicate what the place had been used for, but the spasming fluorescent light revealed how its inhabitants had ended up. Grease for the walls.

He followed her up the stairs and moved her along. Most of the doors were closed, and the ones that weren't were pitch-black. The Joker himself hadn't done much exploring, and there was a lot of ground to cover. Getting electricity was the first step.

"There. That room," he said, motioning at one of the open doors with this pistol. He followed behind her just beyond arm's, or leg's, reach. "You got ten minutes."