Jim grinned. "You sound like my Barbara. Certainly nothing to do with me. I didn't really screw around, but I wasn't the bookish type either." Of course, Babs had had her extracurricular activities, too, which he had had no idea about until....
"That asylum out there, it existed for... oh, at least a hundred years before we started having to lock all these... highly-publicized madmen up in it. A Serious House on Serious earth, have you heard that before? The legend of Arkham. I'm sure you've heard the legend, everyone who grew up in Gotham has. Before it was operational again, kids used to dare each other to go out into the swamps to look for the ghosts, to catch a glimpse through the windows. Not that I did any such thing," he said, making a face. "Just don't tell my daughter."