Official Patient Sessions

A list of all the accepted patient tryout sessions and character writings, in the order they were submitted. Just note that none are canon unless specified by the writer.

## Dr. Hugo Strange

J: From the patient files of Doctor Jeremiah Arkham. Hugo Strange. Session 1. Hugo, what causes your obsession with Batman?

H: After the death of my wife from some lunatic in a red suit shooting her. I realized that Batman is the Reason all these men in capes thing is his fault. He brought the whole Villains and heroes stuff into this city.

J: hmm... Why do you think Batman causes these villains?

H: Batman started playing superhero which lead others too. Ya see mr. Arkham it take one Domino to start the chain and Batman is that one Domino causing the chain of Villains to arise. Also, most of his wrong doings cause some characters to become who they are such as the Joker or Two face.

J: Now, Hugo, you constantly state that you are “the hero that gotham needs,” why is that? What do you bring to gotham?

H: I bring Gotham Reality as proposed that outside of this city is a normal standing world full of normal people. When I treat these people, I show them their wrong doings and fix them to become normal people of society.

## George "Digger " Harkness, aka Captain Boomerang

J: "From the patient files of Docter Jeremiah Arkham, director of Arkham Asylum. Patient George Harkness, also known as-"

G: "Captin' Boomerang, G'dae myte"

J: "Please, don't interu-"

G: "Yeah Yeah yeah, I herd it. Now, lemme ask a lil' question. Why'd ye have to bring me inna this nuthouse?! I'm the sanest man I know!"

J: "Let me get to it!"

G: "Relax, doctah. I just thought tew ask you a itty bitty little questin, and ye loose it!"

J: "What! I warned you once!"

Jeremiah presses a red button which electricutes George

G: "AGH!!"

J: "Interupt me again and you'll see!"

J: "Anywho, as I was going to say, Mister Harkness, out of all the weapons, why did you choose a boomerang?"

G: "Used to be one of em perfomahs. Was an expert wit boomerangs. Didn' get a good pay, so I used these boomerangs for crime."

J: "Interesting.."

Jeremiah writes down on a sheet of paper

G: "Ye know whut the time is, myte?"

Jeremiah checks his watch

J: "2:34 PM"

G: "Ooh, my ticket out should be here..."

J: "What d-"

Before Jeremiah could finish his sentence, a wall bursts open. Three men walk in, Captain Cold, the Trickster, and Heatwave.

Trickster: "Surrrprissee!"

Captain Cold: "Sorry to interupt, docter, but my friend and I have some buisness to attend."

G: "Aww, ye came back tew break lil ol' me out!"

Captain Cold: "Shut it Boomerang, be glad we came for you in the first place. Now hurry up, Mirror Master doesn't have all day"

The Rogues leave the room and walk into a mirror

J: "Bah!! They can't just leave, Guardddsss!!"

## Neil Richards, aka Mad Mod

Hugo Strange-from the patient files of Hugo Strange, patient Neil Richards aka mad mod. Patient suffers from narcissism, and Peter Pan syndrome. Any thing you like to say?￼

Mad mod-yeah, why am I in this nut joint? I swear when I’m free your brown bread!

Hugo Strange-really, not sure about that. you used to be a Fashion designer is that right?

Mad Mod-indeed, but there’s more bread and honey to be made designing suits for villains and crime...hehehe

Hugo Strange-for now on can you speak like a normal person, I can’t understand half of the words you are saying

Mad Mod-bloody yank think you can control the world with nothing but your arrogance, you want me to speak different you must be having a bubble bath

Hugo Strange- sighs whatever. Farting on, You also have a highly adapted advanced cane￼  that can reverse ageing...I got to say I am most interested. I’ve been studying it quite immensely, this will become most interesting ...but that’s it for today but next time I would like to propose a proposition about your research

Mad Mod-fine! But you’re never going to get a squeak outta me...bloody yaaannkk!!

## Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, aka The Penguin

J: From the patient files of dr jeremiah arkham, patient Oswald Cobblepot, better known as the Penguin. How are you doing, Oz?

Oz: I'm doing fine, how about you?

J: Good... Good... So Oz, out of all the paths you had to choose in your successful business, why did you choose crime?

Oz: Well, let me tell you something, Jeremiah! Have you ever seen me in a picture with a group of Gotham socialists?

J: No?

Oz: Exactly, no one respects me, i want to be sophisticated and respected among the elite of Gotham City! But does anyone give a damn? Most of the time people mock me for my appearance as if I can change it! People mock me because of how rich I am as if rich people are all bad! They mock me because of that cartoon Peter Penguin! The underworld is the only place i get respect!

J: How did you even start your career as a criminal?

Oz: One day a gang vandalized my mother's pet shop and killed all the bids in cold blood, i almost had a stroke and i wanted revenge, I hired a rival gang, using the shop's insurance money and wreaked revenge upon them. As a result the gang was crushed and my new allies became one of the city's most profitable gangs giving me a chance to be their boss. Yet, people saw me as a goofy bird and what i did to prove i wasn't? I made batman plan my crimes without them knowing and I succeeded! Ever since everyone took me for real! Which was the first time someone took me serious since pre-school!

J: Hmmmm... Anyhow, why do you use umbrellas out of all the weapons?

Oz: Basically, no one will suspect a normal everyday item to be a weapon. My family also has an umbrella shop and since we had a lot of them, I had to build some umbrellas which are secretly a weapon just incase a gang vandalize my shops again... Now, they became my weapon i would always use.

J: ok, thank you-

Oz: Awww, that fast?

J: Yeah, I was surprised you didn't plan something sinister...

Oz: Eh, i don't have enough material to escape...

J: Alright, thank you for your time

Oz: No problem!

## Theodore Grant, aka Wildcat

J: From the Patient Files of Dr Jeremiah Arkham, the patient Theodore Grant, better known as the vigilante, Wildcat, who seems to be a masochist, and possibly a sadist.

W: oh, shut up, will you, doc? I ain’t no— whatever you called me.

J: A masochist. It means you enjoy feeling pain.

W: No one enjoys pain, Doc, some just take it better.

J: Your in your mid-fifties, Grant. You have arthritis and hypertension. Yet, everynight, you dress up as a cat, and fight large groups of people, usually armed.

W: That’s right, I fight ‘em all. Beat ‘em all, too.

J: You’re an aging man, yet you still go out to fight crime, leaving many injured in your wake, and you yourself have dozens of scars across your body. What the hell could make you want to do what you do other than enjoyment?

W: I’m a soldier, doc. A patriot. I went to war, never came back, not fully. I see them still, those that fought beside me, both in the war and in the golden days. They taught me something, fight for those that can’t for themselves. And I have. I have.

J: Maybe your not a masochist, Mr. Grant, but it seems you have deeply rooted PTSD. I’ll set you up with a therapist.

W: ...Thanks, doc.

## Amanda Waller

Jerimiah: It's nice seeing you again Ms. Waller.

Amanda: Cut the crap Arkham, you know why I'm here.

J: Ah yes, you wanted some of our patients... I'll have to de-

Amanda: You're acting like you have a choice in this matter. This is a top priority for the safety of our country.

J: And you want to use the criminally insane?

Amanda: Our goals is beyond your understanding. Now hand them over or we'll take them from you.

## Garfield Lynns, aka Firefly

*Open to the patient room at Blackgate. Lynns is cuffed to an interrogation table, fiddling with something. Dr. Leland walks in and sits at the table, causing Lynns to hide the object up his sleeve and look down sullenly. The doctor doesn’t notice.*

Leland: From the patient files of Dr. Joan Leland, at Blackgate Penitentiary. Psychological interview for prisoner 52184-050, Garfield Lynns. Also known as Firefly, he’s been arrested after setting multiple buildings ablaze, and the kidnapping and attempted murder of pop star Cassidy. These are his first offenses. So, Mr. Lynns. Would you like to say anything before we start our session?

Lynns: ....

Leland: I see. Let’s start with some word associ-

Lynns: I don’t think any y’all understand, doc. I had to. I had to do it.

Leland: Oh?

*Lynns looks up, and glares at Leland for a moment before speaking.*

Lynns: None of you saw her. None of you could understand just how...beautiful she was like that.

Leland: Garfield, are you referring to Cassidy?

Lynns: I-

Leland: Could you maybe shed some background? Did you know of her before the incident?

Lynns: See doc...we were a nice pretty item. Cass kept it under wraps, mostly because she didn’t want the damn press leeches to have a go at us. I mean, you could imagine the headlines they’d spit out about the singer an’ her tech man bein’ together, yeah? Then came that night at the concert. Everything was going just as usual...til the fire started gettin’ outta hand. I mean, it wasn’t my fault, at first.

*A beat. Dr. Leland looks up from her notes, but Garfield continues.*

I mean...Well, I keep repeatin’ myself doc, but good God you should have seen her. Surrounded by fire, almost engulfed in it. The light, the intensity, the damned beaut that hellfire was, I’ll never forget it. I just had to have more. So I increased the intensity of it.

Leland: Garfield...were you aware of the danger? At that time most of the building had been evacuated, but if Batman and Batgirl hadn’t come in, you’d have died as well.

*Lynns hears her, but ultimately brushes the statement aside.*

Lynns: Hell, but I near almost got away with it if it weren’t for the damn Bat and his birds swoopin’ in to save us. It was easy to play it off to the cops afterwards too, since it's not like they’re paid enough to care.

Leland: That still doesn’t entirely explain what you did.

Lynns: Hey, I’m gettin’ to that doc. See, that night while she was asleep, I couldn’t get it out of my head. I needed to see her like that again. And uh...I got an idea. I found an old suit we used on a tour, a fireproof one! I also managed to piece together...well, wings and a mask. And a flamethrower.

Leland: Why a firefly? I’ve wondered about the name.

*Lynns rolls his eyes and shrugs.*

Lynns: I dunno. I always liked them as a kid. It fit. Why not? Anyways, I was ready, ready for my plan. At Cassidy’s next show, Firefly appeared. Nobody even noticed she vanished, like a puff of smoke. I took her to the Gideon factory- it was near the Krank toy factory, in the Narrows- to finally see the fire finally overcome her. Now, well, you know how that story ends. The Bat swoops in, saves the damsel, and beats the bad guy into the back of a police car. Although…I guess I owe him one.

*A beat.*

Lynns: He expanded my mind. See, before, all I wanted to see was Cassidy burn. Now? Now it's all of Gotham. Metropolis. Star City. I’ve fallen in love with her, doctor. Not Cass. The fire. The chaos, the intensity, the light it brings into my life.

*The room is dead silent. A beat passes as Lynns stares at a terrified Dr. Leland.*

Lynns: Do you understand now, doc? Why I had to do it?

Lynns jerks forward, and Leland jumps back and falls out of her chair. She slowly gets up, keeping eye contact with Lynns as she walks out of the room. She’s now in the hallway, pulling out a cellphone to make a call.

Leland: H-hello? Yes, Warden Joseph. I’m calling in to make a transfer request. No, not for Bane. Lynns, it’s him. It wasn’t just some ransom kidnapping, he’s dangerous, he shows extreme signs of being a pyromaniac or pyrophilliac. No, it could just be a couple of guards for the escort. Yes, Arkham Asylum for rehabilitation and study. I’ll leave the paperwork for you and Mr. Sharp. Yes, I’m fine, just shaken. I’ll talk to you later. Oh, you’re sending two guards now? It’s not needed, but-oh, alright.

*She hangs up, waits for the two guards to arrive, and they walk back into the room. Lynns snaps his head up, but nobody notices or cares.*

Leland: So Mr. Lynns, your stay at Blackgate is being cut a bit short. Tomorrow morning, you’ll be on the transfer bus to Arkham. You’ll have to tough out the rest of the night here, but you’ll be fine.

*Lynns nods, staring at the doctor, and is brought up by the two guards. As they’re walking out, the little object Lynns was fiddling with is revealed to be a matchbook and match, as he uses it to pick his cuffs on the walk to his cell.*

## John Dee, aka Doctor Destiny

Jeremiah: I am Dr Jeremiah Arkham, the current dir of Arkham Asylum. My patient is John Dee. He claims to have the ability to go into people's dreams. So John, how are you feeling?

John Dee: Tired and depressed. Like always.

Jeremiah: Well, you do look quite tired. I assume you have insomnia. I can prescribe some self-help treatments. For your depres-

John Dee: I do not have insomnia doctor, I just can't dream.

Jeremiah: I don't dream sometimes John an-

John Dee: The darkness you see when dreaming is your dream, there's just nothing to see. I can't dream, therefore I can't sleep. And I haven't slept for years.

Jeremiah: Interesting philosophy John, but I'm sure a severe lack of sleep would kill a person.

John Dee: That's part of my curse. I will never die and I will never sleep or dream.

Jeremiah: Okay then John, now why do you feel depressed?

John Dee: I can't sleep, I can't dream, I can't eat properly, my skin is weathering away and I'm going to be stuck like this for centuries! Life isn't fun anymore and I'm in constant suffering! An-

Jeremiah: I've heard enough John. I'll try and find some sort of way to help you.

John Dee: please doctor, I can't go through this anymore.

(Tears strew down John's face and he tries to wipe them away)

Jeremiah: Like I said, I'll try. So if you want to, can we talk about your powers?

John Dee: It's fine. Well, my powers allow me to go into people's dreams and mess with them. I don't make it a full on nightmare but I do change a couple things. The people who have seen me now call me Doctor Destiny.

Jeremiah: Interesting. How did you develop these powers?

John Dee: It's a blur. It alternates a lot. But, the main one I think of is a red stone being fused to my body.

Jeremiah: Interesting. Oh, we don't have much time left. I'll see you next week.

John Dee: See you in a week, doctor Arkham.

## Ratcatcher

Jeremiah: “hello I am doctor Jeremiah Arkham my patient is the rat catcher he or she they keep the mask all day on so I can’t tell who they are.  They Seem to have an  Delusional￼ Obsession with rats”

Rat catcher: “it’s not an obsession doc there real and complete friends.”

Jeremiah: “right then￼ when did you first meet these friends”

Rat catcher: “I first met them on a exterminator job when I forgot to put on the mask. The gases covered my body and I became enlightened with my new friends”

Jeremiah: “what do you mean by enlightened”

Rat catcher: “I could here them truly talk to me it was amazing I made hundreds of brand new friends of course the boss didn’t like that so I killed him”

Jeremiah: “okay I think that ends are session over rat catcher” (Jeremiah takes one look at the rat catcher  and for a second it looked like he may be telling the truth)

## The Joker

Dr. J: From the Patient files of Dr. Jerimiah Arkham, director of Arkham Asylum, Patient Name, the Joker... so Joker, how are we feeling today.

Joker: I feel so undepreciated

Dr. J: E-- e--excuse me?

Joker: I put so much effort into my schemes, and Batman does nothing for our relationship

Dr. J: Your relationship?

Joker: Yeah, he never has any flair, he used to, but it has been the same old thing for years, I missed the days when it used to be exciting, it is almost like he does not care about me anymore... do you offer couples counseling?

Dr. J: (shakes head) Please leave my office.

## Electrocutioner

He had got the job a couple hours ago, to rough up a club.

He stepped in the club, booty was poppin, everyone was dancing. It was mood. Executioner squeezed through everyone on the dance floor, making his way to the manager's office. He booted down the door as a bouncer stepped over. Electrocutioner swung into the guard's face, burning his face from the shock.

"Chad. Martinelli's mad, you made him that way." He stepped up to him, towering over him. "He sent me to make sure that never happens." Chad backed up. "Listen bud, I'll pay you more..."

"No. I will break you now." He swung right into his face, taking him down instantly. He then got ontop of him, punching him again, and again. Chad died from the sheer force of it. He then lit up his gauntlets with electricity, swinging it into his chest two times, reviving him. Chad's eyes opened wide as Lester kicked his teeth in. He stood up, walking out the door, looking at the dancefloor. He swung his fist into the dancefloor, everyone on it being electrocuted.

He grabbed a flip phone and spoke into it. "He knows. I just shut him down. Money please."

## Jonathan Crane, aka The Scarecrow

H- From the patient files of Doc. Hugo Strange, the patient suffers from, hmm? There are no records or information here, I thought Dr. Jeremiah had done at least the minimum amount of progress.

S- Well doc, seems like you are having a lack of info.

H- So it seems Jonathan.

S- And, since there are no disorders, there is no session, see you next week doc.

H- Hold done a second Crane, I´m still a Psychologist remember, I´ll have to diagnose you instead, then we´ll pass to the reforming process.

S- Alright doc, good luck with that.

H- What is your voice tone for?, Jonathan.

S- Not to SCARE you doc, but my mind is a place only I can enter, I FEAR you´ll be giving up by the end of the session.

H- We´ll see Crane, even though I don´t have your records, I still have your hmmm “public” information, (reads newspaper) “The Scarecrow Sprays Fear Gas on the Gotham Auditorium”, “The Ex-Professor Jonathan Crane Kidnaps Little Girls for his Fear Experiments”

S- I doubt those propaganda attempts will help you analyze me.

H- Here´s a good one, “The Mighty Scarecrow is Defeated by The Cape Crusader”, how does this title makes you feel? Crane.

S- Do not dare to confuse me with the Clown doc, Batman is indifferent to me.

H- Really, isn´t he the reason you commit these atrocities?

S- Not at all doc, and don’t call them “atrocities”!

H- Why? Do these actions of yours have a meaning to you?

S- Perhaps, maybe.

H- Here it says your so called “Fear Toxin” was invented by your father, is he involved in your “career” choice?

S- That isn’t your convenience doc.

H- Is he the reason you make these schemes? Crane, Does your demented father turned you into this?

S- DON´T YOU DARE CALL HIM DEMENTED, MY FATHER LOVED ME, IN FACT HE LOVED ME SO MUCH THAT HE ALMOST GIVES ME THE PRIVELEGE OF BEING A FEARLESS CREATURE!!!

H- Calm down Crane, tell me everything.

S- My father only wanted to help me, but those stupid cops misunderstood his actions, they call him a maniac a left his son at the mercy of a pathetic asylum.

H- So you´ve been here since your childhood.

S- Why do you think I get out so easily?!, that stupid doctor locked me for 3 years, with the adrenaline in my veins running like Riddler escaping from Batman.

H- Adrenaline? Your toxin has adrenaline on its formula, are you saying you were exposed to it by 3 whole years?!!

S- Yes, but it would´ve been faster if they had let my father finish the process, but instead I got the slow way, I cured myself, fighting my own demons and becoming one with him.

H- Who is “him”? Crane.

S- You know doc, I think I´ve shared enough info with you, I think it´s my turn to analyze you.

## Bruce Wayne, aka The Batman

Snow briskly fell from the sky. Bruce Wayne hung his head low as he looked over his greatest failure. Years of doing what he felt was right was his downfall. In his right hand was a bouquet of an assortment of flowers. He stepped forward to adjust his footing before he dropped to a kneel over his father figure’s grave.

“I’m sorry, Alfred.” Those were the only words he could muster up. With teary eyes, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He slipped his hand in his black silk pocket, pulling out his phone. Staring at it for a few seconds, his sad demeanor faded. Sadness turned into a burning rage. He placed the bouquet on the snowy grave before pushing himself up.

The snow died down as the Batmobile rocketed through the streets, passing by cars. Over his comms, he heard his adopted son speak to him. “Bruce, you don't have to do this.” Dick pleaded with him. Batman was silent before disconnecting his lines. The Batmobile swerved to a halt, with Batman leaping from the top.

Deathstroke, a combatant equal to Batman, was inside, with a contract for Bruce Wayne’s head. After slaying Lucius Fox, Deathstroke was extremely confident— or cocky. With Wayne Tower in his palm, he slowly made his way to the floor where Bruce Wayne’s office was. Slade pulled out one of his twin blades. He turned his head slightly to see Batman in his peripheral vision.

“Round two, Boy Wonder?” Deathstroke spun the blade with ease, taking his time to spin fully. Batman simply stared at his, his vision narrowing. Deathstroke scoffed, “Bring it.” He pulled the blade up defensively. Batman rushed towards Deathstroke, weaving from his downward slash. He leaped up, using Deathstroke’s chest to propel himself back.

Slade gripped onto his ankle, slamming it down. Batman caught himself with his left leg, using it to front roll behind Slade. “You’re not Dick, at least he put up a fight.” He tried to distract him with his insults before he made a swift jab. The Dark Knight deflected the blow with his forearm guard before stomping his inner knee. Batman slung a left hook into his mask, attempting to follow up with a right haymaker.

Slade slammed his fist into his inner elbow crease before using the arm arm’s elbow to ram it into the orbital protection of the cowl. He followed up with a few well placed body shots, targeting the hips and kidneys. “Didn’t expect this to be so easy.” He roundhoused the outer side of his knee, causing Batman to fall to a kneel. “You return to be embarrassed?”

He readjusted the grip on his blade. “Maybe you can give Lucius my best wishes.” He swung downwards onto the downed Bat. Batman caught the blade between his sharp forearm guards, the grinding of metal on metal contact soon turning into loud screeching.

“You talk too much.” Batman finally broke his silence, snapping the blade into three pieces. He then followed it up with headbutt right into his mask. Pieces of Deathstroke’s mask crumbled on the ground, with Slade touching his cheek wound. “Now we’re talking.” He pulled out his bowstick. As it extended, Batman rushed to him, delivering a dropkick which The Terminator deflected with the bowstick, pushing him back.

As the Caped Crusader backflipped in the air, three batarangs flew down in strategic weak points of the flooring. “You miss—.” Was all he could say before the floor gave way, knocking Slade down a floor below. The sprinkler system went off, obscuring Deathstroke’s vision slightly. It was amplified with the smoke pellets dropped down.

“GRAAHHHH!” Bellowed out from the Terminator, as a grapnel hook torn between his shoulder and chest plate. Slade’s mask was completely shattered as Batman’s fist rang across his temple. Deathstroke fell to a kneel, disorientated. Batman gripped onto the dented bowstick, placing it under his chin. He used his knee, pulling back on it.

Batman let out a pained grunt, as the raw emotion from Lucius’ death came out. He could’ve killed Slade, he *should’ve*, but— he didn’t. Rather than suffocating Slade, the stick applied pressure on the blood flow to his brain through his neck. Slade clawed at Batman, but it was too late as Deathstroke fell. His back plates constricted and expanded, showing signs of breathing.

Batman looked up to the small tv in the waiting room to meet Bruce Wayne, seeing the GCPD and other law enforcement rescuing the civilians inside. The Dark Knight dropped a smoke pellet, using it as the escape he needed. As the smoke dissipated, Slade’s seemingly unconscious body was gone.

## Bane

Jeremiah was seated in his chair, looking at the heavily restrained man in front of him. His head loomed up as he clicked the tape recorder. "This is Doctor Jeremiah Arkham, seated with Patient E-9028; who rather prefers to be called by Bane.

Bane remained quiet, a slight beard growing on the large man, who was bound up to a customized place that has his hands pinned to the ground, whilst he remained stationary on his knees. His rather long, thick black hair covered him, making him look more manic than what is usually found.

"Would you like to explain yourself-- what led you down your life of crime and anabolic steroids?" Jeremiah smirked, his pen against his bottom lip. He knew Bane was a speaker when he needed to be, and he thought this would be the best direction: straightforward.

Bane's brown eyes gazed up, staring at the doctor. "You hide behind that badge as if it were your only accomplishment, Doctor." His rugged voice echoed throughout the room. "While I'm here providing for the people, you're here diminishing hope. You're no advisor to mental health, you're a pawn in a poorly played game of chess."

"And what makes you say that, Bane?" Jeremiah was slightly caught off guard by the philosophical speech from such a rather brutish man.

"Because no matter what you people do, I will always escape, and I will always rally the people, rekindle the hope in Gotham's dark heart that is trying to be snatched by the Bat." He snarled at the mention of his nemesis. "Despite being on the same coin, we are on polar sides. His ignorance is blissful, but detrimental to reform Gotham."

Jeremiah remained silent, quite appalled by this. "So you truly believe you're a savior to Gotham?"

"No Doctor." Bane responded.

"I'm a savior to the people."

## Drury Walker, aka Killer Moth

J: From the patient files of Dr. Jeremiah Arkham, criminal Drury Walker also known by his codename Killer Moth. How are you, Mr. Walker?

D: How do I look like to you? I'm not good at all...

J: How come?

D: Shut it!

J: Ok... So, Drury, how did you get your wing suit and why did you start being a criminal?

D: I stole it from Cameron Van Cleef after I and a few of the penguin gang were raiding his Manor, i figured out how to use it eventually and modified it a bit... The reason why I became a criminal is because I am a high school drop out with no talents and no once accepts me and the only way to live and get money to survive is crime. I decided since the batman exists, i would become the underworld's batman and charge criminal money or else they suffer...

J: And how else do they call you?

D: BAH! I won't tell you! Soon...  Killer Moth shall rise again... Haven't you seen all of the corruption in this city? Batman is working with corruption! That's another reason why I refuse to be by the side of the law! You're just one of them!

J: One of them?

D: After I got defeated by that bat b!tch, they made fun of me... You're one of them aren't you? After saving them 100 times!

J: Drury, the public laughs at criminals all the time!

D: Not when i strike again!

J: Anyhow, how did the penguin treat you?

D: After I became the Killer Moth, he gave me one of highest ranks in his gang... He respected me the most... He was like the father I never had...

J: And what about this father?

D: JUST- SHUT UP! I SWEAR TO-

J: Okay okay! Calm down... Anyways, thanks for your time, Mr. Walker...

D: Whatever... [as he looks in hatred]

## Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley, aka Poison Ivy

L: From the patient files of Dr. Joan Leland, transferred to Arkham Asylum. Patient session number 3 with prisoner 66181-050, Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley. Also known as Poison Ivy, she’s been taken into custody for various counts of homicide, vandalism, destruction of property, and eco-terrorism. She’s also been diagnosed with NPD, having a messiah complex, and psychopathy. She’s currently been assigned as my new patient, as sessions done with the male doctors such as Strange and Arkham, even when they have filtration devices on, have been proven to be...harmful. So, Dr. Isley, how are you today?

P: Do I have to speak with you? Please, just be honest.

L: Pamela, we’re all just here to help you. A confrontational attitude will achieve nothing.

P: Oh, enough of that. You want to help me? Then let me out! I’m not hurting anyone that doesn’t already deserve it. You doctors on the other hand, shear off my hair whenever I come in, stick me in a cell surrounded by some of the most depraved inmates here, and deny me proper access to my babies!

L: We’ve been over this Pamela. Your hair has almost killed multiple inmates when unattended, that was the only area the cell could be built safely, and don’t play the concerned mother role. We all know what you’d do when given access to the gardens. Again.

P: Maybe. So, what are you going to question me about now, hmm? I remember the last doctor tried to pin Phytophilia and Histrionic Personality disorder on me...Dr. Matts, I believe?

L: Yes, before you seduced and poisoned him. He had a family, you know.

P: And? So did the plants he ate. So did the grass he stepped on, the plants he sheared! You should really be more aware of these things.

L: Sigh. Pamela, let's just change the subject.

P: Agreed!

L: To how you became Poison Ivy in the first place.

P: Godammit. Fine, whatever it takes to end this quickly.

L: Good. So, I've dug through many of your crimes-

P: …Would heroic escapades fly instead?

L: Crimes. And there seems to be 3 different stages of your persona. The first was more quiet. No costumes or man eating plants, just a cameo suit and more tame forms of your eco-terrorism. The second was after Batman exposed you for the attempted poisoning for ex-DA Harvey Dent, and was much more outrageous and different from the first. Leotards, a carnivorous plant on your shoulder, poisonous pheromones and lipstick, and much more death and destruction.

P: Honestly Dr. Leland? The reason why I shifted over was because there was no reason to be subtle. Batman pulled me out of the shadows, exposed my identity. No point in keeping things secret, hm? Besides that little escapade with Dent taught me something quite important.

L: Interesting, we’ll get back to that last thing later. But then you went MIA for around 7 months. Your documented presence was nonexistent, and when you returned, you looked like...this.

P: Aw, you don’t like it? Shame.

L: How’d it happen? You obviously don’t go through this overnight.

P: …I was feeling a disconnect with others. You’ve read my files, you know my thoughts on people. I wanted to put people and my connection to them behind, forever. Over that 7 month period, I researched the transformations of Swamp Thing and the Fluronic Man. I studied, and locked myself in my lab. And when I was ready? Well, I took a literal leap of faith. For the most part, Pamela Isley was dead, and Poison Ivy had been reborn.

L: Except for the glasses.

P: Excuse me?

L: Your vision was perfect before your incident, I've checked your medical records. Now you’re forced to wear glasses or goggles to see 2 feet in front of you. It seems that no matter how hard you tried, there’s that one, little thing that holds you back from leaving your humanity behind. How does that feel?

P: You get some sort of pleasure out of this, don’t you? You’re no different from the other meat bags here, you know that right? I could step on you, crush you like an insect and turn you into fertilizer. I could do so to the whole facility, if you gave me the chance!

L: Sigh. Let’s change our focus again. You mentioned the Dent incident taught you something, what was it?

P: Ha, to be blunt doctor? A wink and a kiss sells. I get no joy out of it, and it doesn’t interest me in the slightest. But it's such an effective tool! People, from the Bat to any old plain Jane would do anything for a kiss from little old me.

L: Men, Pamela.

P: Excuse me?

L: Don't get ahead of yourself Pamela, your kiss only affects men.

P: Aw, does it? Does it really, *hon*? You should have read my file a little better, because then you would have seen…

*She leans forward, removing the filtration mask from Dr. Leland and pecking a kiss on the paralyzed doctor’s lips. Immediately, Dr. Leland relaxes.*

P: No one alive can resist me. Now go be a dear and open the cell door for me, would you?

*Leland goes to do so, and Ivy steps out. Her hair grows back out, and she sheds the prison jumpsuit for her leaves. She’s free.*

## Margaret Sorrow, aka Magpie

C: From the patient files of Dr. Sarah Cassidy, continuing my files after my transfer from Stryker's Island to Arkham Asylum. Patient session number 1 with Margaret Sorrow also known as Magpie, she was brought into custody by the Batman after attempting to steal the Royal Jewels from the Gotham City Museum. She has been diagnosed with kleptomania and well...insanity,  otherwise she wouldn't be here. She has committed several acts of armed robbery but in recent times has switched to a more "stealthy" approach according to the GCPD. She has actually just returned to Gotham, having left this city for sunny skys in Metropolis. I'm looking forward to getting know Margaret and trying my best to help her. So, Margaret how are you today?

M: ........

C: Margaret we won't make any progress if you don't talk to me.

M: ........

C: Margaret I know we've only just met and this might be-

M: Look Doc, You don't know me, not really. None of these people know me but especially not you, because like you said you're new and all you're doing is reading some information about me on a clipboard. So why don't you save us both some time and stop while you're ahead!

C: Margaret, please. All I want to do is talk.

M: Sigh....Fine you wanna talk huh? Let's talk about how I shouldn't be here.

C: What makes you think you don't belong here? If you don't mind me asking of course.

M: I'm not insane, I just steal things. Batman's side piece does it too and she isn't in this nuthouse, what makes me so different?

C: You're referring to Catwoman correct?

M: Well I sure as hell ain't referring to Polka-Dot Man.

C: I have something I'd like to discuss with you regarding Catwoman but we'll save that for a later session.

M: Lucky me.

C: You say you're just like Catwoman but-

M: I'm nothing like that bitch!

C: Margaret please calm down, I apologise if I offended you, I'll rephrase my question, you say you and Catwoman both steal yet she is a prisoner of Black Gate while you are in Arkham, is there any difference between you two that explains you being here and her not, any you can think of?

M: Oh I can think of one but being Batman's girlfriend doesn't seem to be the answer you want to hear.

C: Are you positive you can't think of any difference at all?

M: Go ahead, enlighten me doc.

C: sigh You're not well Margaret, You steal yes, but you only steal something you consider "Shiny" and you're willing to do whatever it takes to get your precious "Shiny".

M: I'm failing to see your point.

C: You almost killed a man after you gouged his eyes out because you considered them "Shiny".

M: But what you're forgetting is that I didn't kill him.

C: The man lost both his eyes, became blind and killed himself a year later.

M: Hey if he can't handle blindness then that's his problem....or was.

C: I...moving on, tell me about your stay in Metropolis, it's an amazing city no?

M: Amazing...not so much, Rewarding....yes

C: How so?

M: The shinys I stole there were magnificent. So beautiful, so glamorous, so...well shiny.

C: Did you ever encounter Superman?

M: Once but I made sure to make a deal with Lex Luthor, the kryptonite powder worked like a charm once it was laced in my nails. Poor boy scout never saw it coming.

C: What made you return to Gotham?

M: Well you see doc, Metropolis was great and all but I realised that Gotham was the place for me.

C: What made you come to this realisation?

M: There's this thing about Gotham, a new thing I realised I want from it.

C: What do you want from Gotham?

M: ......Power

C: What?

M: I want to rule Gotham but people like Batman, Commissioner Gordon, Carmine Falcone, Joker. They'd get in my way, so I want them out of it and I'll do anything to get them out of it.

C: I....I don't understand, this doesn't match anything in your file. You've never killed before, why are you-

M: Let me make this as simple as possible for you doctor. Gotham is my shiny, The Heroes and Villains of it are the 2 birds AND I'M THE STONE!!!!!!!

## Jervis Tetch, aka Mad Hatter

JA:From the Patient files of Dr. Jeremiah Arkham. Patient Session number 1, Jervis Tetch Known to be the Notorious Mad Hatter.

MDRight you are Little Alice, Though would you like to go down the Rabbit hole Little Alice. What a world it is down there. Full of games to play and mysteries to solve.

JA:Shows signs of Schizophrenia and deep hallucinations of being Lewis Carroll’s Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland.

MD:Now I’m no hallucinator Little Alice, I just want to play a game. Don’t you want to go down into the rabbit hole to see a world of excitement.

JA:Now Mr. Tetch why do you act like this

MD:What am I supposed say little Alice, we are all different. There is no two alike little Alice. Especially not like you Little Alice. You have no more fun, come play with me little Alice. Go through the Mirror and into the Wonderland. Where you can live freely and do as you must.

JA:Mr. Tetch how has...

MD:Now you’ve angered me Little Alice, you will play my game.

JA:Mr. Tetch I have no time for games

MD:Oh well if you don’t want to then I’ll make you. You are my little Alice and you will do as I say.

Mad Hatter pulls out a watch

MD: Now little Alice look into the watch

JA:your session is over Mr. Tetch

MD: oh it has only begun little Alice

Mad hatter starts to swing the watch back and forth

MD:now join me in a wonderland little Alice

Jeremiah starts to haze and lose sense of his surroundings

JA: what are you doing

MD:bringing you to wonderland little Alice

Jeremiah eyes begin to close as he dazed into a dream

MD: now welcome to wonderland little Alice where you will play my game

JA: let me go

MD: not until the game is over

JA: HELP ME

Jeremiah tries to scream through the dream

Jeremiah drops to the floor in the patient session room

Guards sprint in and grab Jeremiah

MD: No, we haven’t finished my game

Two guards pick up and take Mad hatter back to his cell

Jeremiah wakes up and is in complete adrenaline rush on a mere heart attack

JA: what just happened to me

Jeremiah writes down in the book has the ability to hallucinate others into a world known from Alice in wonderland.

## Rebecca Langstrom, aka Girl-Bat

Jeremiah: from the patient files of Jeremiah Arkham  patient session number two  Rebecca Langstrom. She seems  to have mild ptsd and has inherited the transforming into a bat that her father had.

Rebecca: “hey sorry if your you know busy talking about my system I kinda wanted to ask you a question”

Jeremiah: (Jeremiah looked slightly confused he was used to his patients yelling at him or acting nuts) “umm sure Rebecca knock yourself out”

Rebecca: “what should I do when I turn into a bat monster?”

Jeremiah: “here is what you do Rebecca you take these pills that I’ve provided made by your father and it should make you a better”

Rebecca: “thanks dr Jeremiah your  the best”

Jeremiah: “so I think that wraps up are session”

## Dogwelder

Hugo Strange-from the patient files of Dr Hugo Strange, patient ummm errr unknown but known as dog welder. Patient suffers from being mute, psychotic, schizophrenic and compulsive obsession. Now mr dog welder why the hell do you weld dogs to peoples faces

Dogwelder using a dead dog as a puppet-for justice you see, you just have to you know?

Hugo Strange-know I don’t your A enigma mr dog welder you know that

Dog welder-growls Angerly

Hugo Strange-but don’t you see that this isn’t justice you are massacring people

Dog welder-don’t wanna let my successor down￼￼

Hugo Strange-you aren’t the first one aren’t you and certainly won’t be the last...well I can’t say I enjoyed this but we are done now please get out

Dog welder-ok fine but watch your face in the future doc￼

## Jason Todd, aka Red Hood

H: "From the patient files of Dr. Hugo Strange, Director of Arkham Asylum. The patient's name is Jason Todd, who prefers to be called Red Hood. Or at least in the field where he shoots those he deems a criminal. The patient suffers primarily from oppositional defiant disorder. Good afternoon Mr. Todd. Wake up."

J: "What? Where am I? Dammit."

H: "Just the reaction I was expecting, child. Now may you tell me why you felt the need to create the mantle of Red Hood?"

J: "How about I show you the reason?"

H: "No need to, Mr. Todd. I can simply ask you again."

J: "Yeah go ahe- AHHH! You have a- You have a gadget to shock me huh?"

H: "Indeed. Now enough getting off topic. I ask again, what convinced you to adopt this persona?"

J: "It's not a 'persona'. The Red Hood is someone who's doing what hasn't been done. You can't stop  Gotham's crime by telling her to go to the corner. You need to slap the city on the wrist, or worse. I'm saving this city from within. That's something you don't understand, Strange. It's something even he can't grab on to. And will never accomplish. This asylum is an excuse to build your ego."

H: "Haha. Pity."

J: "AHHH! Damn you..."

H: "So boy, how is your adoptive father? Have you heard from him? Or more importantly, what words may you use to describe the man?"

J: "Tender Headed. Excessive. Distressing."

H: "And you wouldn't use any of those words to describe yourself?

J: "Depends on those who ask. In the case for you: no."

H: "How pleasant. I'm sure of the reasoning behind your choices Mr. Todd."

J: "Likewise to me being sure on how I'll get out of here."

H: "What? You can't leave!"

J: "Think again."

H: "AHHH! No!"

J: "Shocking. Isn't it? Using the same technology as the Joker's buzzers. I expected more from you 'Huge Abnormal'."

H: "I WI-WILL FIND YOU AGAIN!"

J: "Good luck. I have a ride to catch."

## Edward Nygma, aka the Riddler

The Riddler: Before I tell you I will ask you a riddle. What does a liar do when dead?

Jeremiah: Just give me the answer so we can continue.

The Riddler: They lie still.

Jeremiah: That sounds more like a Joker than a riddle.

The Riddler: The point is you are lying.

Jeremiah: How?

The Riddler: I'm not afflicted with any of the mental illnesses you spoke about. You just say them to make it look like I'm not as smart as I really am.

Jeremiah: Do you want to know why your cellmate was moved?

The Riddler: Was it because he couldn't fathom the fact that I had much more intellect that his primitive brain would allow him to have.

Jeremiah: No, you kept bragging about your intelligence and constantly asked him riddles. He couldn't take it anymore so I let him move cells.

The Riddler: He must've been too primitive to understand my intelligence.

Jeremiah: Anyway Edward, I have pinpointed three major things in your life which could have created this narcissism. The death of your mum, your dad's alcoholism after the event and you getting fired from the videogame company.

The Riddler: None of those mean nothing. When my mom died I was intelligent enough to get through it quickly. An-

Jeremiah: From your medical records it says you went to a psychiatrist to recover from the depression you felt after her death. From some of the comments I've overheard you say about some of our depressed inmates like Doctor Destiny and Firefly, you consider them  ' idiots who can't get over things like death '.

The Riddler: Well… I recovered quickly afterwards

Jeremiah: Your depression got worse when your dad turned to alcohol. I believe that this event started your delusions of grander and obsessive compulsive disorder.

The Riddler: Why so?

Jeremiah: Maybe something constantly happened where your father kept saying you were not that smart of similar when he was drunk. Maybe you kept asking him questions while doing so which angered him. And finally when you lost your job this all broke out completely and you then developed your narcissistic personality disorder.

The Riddler: Ridiculous, just simply preposterous. I'm just more intellectually superior.

Jeremiah: The more you say so, the more you prove me right. Anyway, the session is over. You can leave now.

*The Riddler under his breath as he leaves*: Idiot

## Kyd Wykkyd

Jerimiah: "From the patient files of jerimiah Arkham, Director of Arkham Asylum". The patient's name is... Huh, this patient only has a nickname, no real name according to these files. Kyd Wykkyd... Hmmm. The patient doesn't suffer from any particular known mental illnesses but that is why they sent him here... Good afternoon, Mr. Wykkyd."

KW: "..." *Kyd rolls his eyes and slouches.*

Jerimiah: "How are you this evening?"

KW: "..." *Shrugs.*

Jerimiah: "Not much of a talker eh?"

KW: *sighs*

Jerimiah: "Are you even able to talk?"

KW: "..." *Kyd rolls in his seat uncomfertably.*

Jerimiah. "Just a simple yes or no would be fine Mr Wykkyd."

KW: "it... hurts..."

Jerimiah: "Hurts? Hurts to talk? Does it always hurt?"

KW: *nods*

Jerimiah: *Adjusts glasses and makes notes* "I see. I will be sending you to our medical ward to be checked out by our staff. This issue must be snuffed asap. Come, I'll take you now."

*As Jerimiah escorts Kyd, Kyd knocks him out and steals the keys. After setting himself free, he runs from the guards.*

## Victor Fries, aka Mr. Freeze

H- From the patient files of Doc. Hugo Strange, the patient suffers from Depression and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, the patient goes by the of Mr. Freeze, real name Victor Fries, tell me Fries, how are you doing today...

F- Do I really need to answer that, you know what I´ll say.

H- Fries

F- IT´S FREEZE!!

H- (breaths deeply), Freeze, you need to tell me how are you feeling so I can help you.

F- Alright then, I´m feeling Awful, Horrible... Cold inside.

H- Why is so Freeze?

F- My wife, this world, me, everything is so Doc.

H- (Stays quite for a short time), Here it says yesterday you froze a clothes store. Why did you froze it Freeze?

F- Before it was a store, it was a restaurant, but not only a restaurant, my wife´s favorite restaurant, and they shot it down.

H- Freeze, would your wife have cared if a restaurant was shot down?

F- I don´t care

H- And the people that were inside the store, you don´t care about them?

F- Those people were buying clothes made out of dead animals, they desrved it.

H- No one deserves that Freeze.

F- And what about... ME, did I deserved to live like this, did I deserved being trapped in this endless circle of violence, did I?

H- Well

F- And my wife, did she deserved what she got?.

H- We´re running ot of time Freeze.

F- And did YOUR wife deserved it as well?.

H- (Stays quite)

## Thomas “Tommy” Monaghan, aka The Hitman

Jeremih Arkham: From the patient files of Jeremih Arkham patient Thomas “Tommy” Monaghan, known reluctantly on the streets as Hitman. Patient suffers from suffers from urrr chain smoking? X ray vision and mind reading which he gets frequent headaches from...ok? So Mr. Monaghan any thing to say?

Tommy:why the hell am I in here? Just let me out smart arse you or you don’t want me to get out myself!

Jeremih Arkham:afraid I can’t do that but what I can do....here has a cigarette on me gives Tommy a cigi

Tommy:mhm, cheers?

Jeremih Arkham:so let’s get do it then shall we? It says your a hitman, well that doesn’t sound legal does it?

Tommy:smokes cigi well you know it pays the bills...I’m a scum bag an I know it

Jeremih Arkham:it also reads you where a orphan, then conversed with your sister, she died with your father...why?

Tommy:well see it’s a very long story but all ye need to know is that ma pa hit ma mam so she ran away died and that’s how I ended up in the cauldron, oh an’ with my name written in her blood in the snow￼, so need to get revenge on my pa but ma sister got caught in the crossfire. You know normal Family stuff

Jeremih Arkham:right your a cauldron dwells, irish I presume?

Tommy:takes a long smoke yup...I’ll tell you some thing else I know what your thinking the pad lock codetommy then runs out while shouting thank you for the session doc really needed that

Jeremih Arkham:bububut....

## Lonnie Machin, aka Anarky

Jeremiah: “from the patient files of Jeremiah Arkham  the patients name is Lonnie Machin Also known as Anarky”

Anarchy: “heh you don’t understand Half of what I’ve already done”

Jeremiah: “umm what do you mean about that”

Anarky: “there is 400 people in Arkham right now and over 600 escape routes”

Jeremiah: “how do you know this information”

Anarky: “I simply did a little research before coming here”

Jeremiah: “how did you get that info how” (Jeremiah has a confused look on his face at Anarky)

Anarky: “your patient sessions normally last about let’s say 9 minutes and I think it’s already been that time good day and I can’t wait to see you next time” (Anarky just gets up and leaves)

## Roman Sionis, aka Black Mask

Patient #85386: Roman Sionis, also known as Black Mask.

*The patient exhibits signs of antisocial personality disorder, possibly psychopathy, obsessive compulsive disorder. The patient is also known to have sadistic impulses and, more notably, a curious obsession with masks which the patient is convinced represents his actual personality. Due to the patients more violent tendencies and his connections in organised crime we have issued it mandatory that he remain in the Maximum Security Wing.*

Guard: Do you want us to bring him in now, sir?

Hugo: Of course, send him in.

**Door opens, footsteps, chair grinding against a floor**

Hugo: Hello Roman, how are you today? Well I hope?

Roman: Yes Doctor, I am fine. Thank you.

Hugo: Very good. Now then-

**Ruffling paper, clears throat**

Hugo: Leave us.

Guard: Are you sure sir?

Hugo: I am, if anything happens I will call.

**Footsteps, door closing**

Hugo: So sorry for the wait Roman. Let us begin.

Roman: Alright.

Hugo: Tell me a little about yourself.

Roman: … Like what?

Hugo: Like your family for instance, I understand your father ran one of the most popular cosmetic developers in the world and your mother was quite a famous model. Correct? What was it like growing up in that kind of environment?

Roman: Um, okay I guess. I’d see lots of paparazzi at the house, they threw a lot of parties as well.

Hugo:... Is that it?

Roman: Yeah… why?

Hugo: That’s surprisingly mundane for someone like you, Roman. You are one of the most powerful and influential mob bosses the city has ever seen, you lead a cult and commit violent acts of torture on your victims for crying out loud. I- Let’s just move on.

**Rustling paper**

Hugo: So Roman, why masks?

Roman: Cause masks are kinda cool right?

**Deep sigh**

Hugo: This is going nowhere. Roman, I understand your personality alters when you wear your mask.

**Chair creaking, footsteps, drawer opening, audible gasp**

Roman: How did you get it ba-

Hugo: Nevermind that Roman. Now then, if your promise to give me better answers to my questions I will allow you to wear this during our interviews. Do we have a deal?

Roman: Yes! Can I have it?

Hugo: Of course.

**footsteps, silence, more footsteps, chair creaking**

*sigh of relief*

Black Mask: Thank you Doctor, this is much better.

Hugo: I’m sure it is, now if you don’t mind Roma-

Black Mask: Call me Black Mask doc, Roman Sionis is dead.

Hugo: Dead, you say? But I was just talking to him, could you elaborate on that curious statement?

Black Mask: Of course Doctor, as I’m sure you are well aware already, my group all wear masks as a way to not only conceal their identities but to bring out their true ones.

Hugo: True identities? I am afraid I don't quite understand, could you explain?

Black Mask: We all wear masks as we go about our daily lives, Doctor. Social ones, ones that are moulded by the people around us, by the society we live in, in order to make us all fit in with everyone else. My masks offer you a way to ignore all of that and simply act on all of your violent, perverted and sadistic impulses that are suppressed by your social mask. Take Roman for instance, he’s quiet, bland and indecisive but when the mask is put on… he becomes me. His true self, his better self.

Hugo: I see, and how do you get others to act on these impulses?

*Dry chuckle*

Black Mask: Oh that’s easy, all they have to do is put on a mask. Their security of knowing nobody can identify you gives them enough confidence to act on their impulses. In other words, Doctor, your neighbour could be the sweetest person on this planet but with one of my masks on they could do all sorts of horrendous and nasty things to you without a second thought.

You’d be surprised by what kind of things people want to do deep down, it’s disgusting and I am fully aware of that fact, but they are at their most honest which is a much better alternative then them simply lying to themselves for their entire life. Don’t you think?

Hugo: Well when you phrase it like that I am inclined to agree. Why do you suppose your ideas have not caught on with the most people in Gotham?

Black Mask: People are scared of the truth Doctor, scared of themselves, to face what kind of a person they really are. I understand that though, I was scared too when I first put this on but it’s a short lived fear.

I am curious though Doctor, what kind of person are you underneath that mask of yours?

Hugo: Not a nice one, if your philosophy holds any merit. Are you aware of Polynesian cultures' belief on masks? How do they bring out supernatural powers in someone?

*Chuckle*

Black Mask: Of course I am Doctor, you’re talking to the guy with a warehouse worth of masks. But yeah, I don’t think those guys were too far off in their beliefs. Carl Jung’s work is more close to what my philosophy is about though.

*Beeping, click*

Hugo: I see, well it looks like we are out of time for today Roman.

Black Mask: And what fun it was Doctor, I’m guessing I have to return my face to you?

Hugo: Yes, if you would. But one more question before you take it off and leave. Do you regret the things you have done?

Black Mask: Do you regret being honest?

*Chair screech, footsteps, door closing*

Note: Further research is required to determine if the patient's antisocial personality disorder is legitimate or a mere delusion brought on by the patient’s belief. Possible interviews to determine if the patient has dissociative identity disorder will be put on the table.

End of recording.

## Floyd Lawton, aka Deadshot

*From the patient files of Jeremiah Arkham.*

Jeremiah Arkham: “The patient’s name is Floyd Lawton, also known as Deadshot. The patient has been diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder, suffering from flashbacks to his terrible memories of war.”

Floyd Lawton: “You done?”

Jeremiah Arkham: “The patient may also suffer from psychopathy, but further research is required.”

Floyd Lawton: “Psychopathy? Heh. They’re callin’ me a *psychopath* nowadays?”

Jeremiah Arkham: “They have.. rather good reason to call you that. After all, you kill people for money and pleasure.”

Floyd Lawton: “And I’m damn good at it.”

Jeremiah Arkham: “Must I add narcissism to the list as well?”

Floyd Lawton: “Very funny, doc. But you know I’m telling the truth. I might be the best at what I do.”

Jeremiah Arkham: “Floyd, you have-“

Floyd Lawton: “Don’t call me by my name, doc. I don’t respect you enough to allow you to call me that.”

Jeremiah Arkham: *Sighs* “Mister Lawton, you have a daughter, correct?”

Floyd Lawton: “Why?”

Jeremiah Arkham: “I’ll take that... as a yes. Now, Lawton, do you ever think about your daughter when you commit these horrid acts?”

*Floyd stays silent.*

Jeremiah Arkham: “Mister Lawton?”

Floyd Lawton: “I don’t need your therapy, doc. I can take care of myself.”

Jeremiah Arkham: “But you can’t take care of your daughter?”

Floyd Lawton: “My daughter is none of your damn business.”

Jeremiah Arkham: “Mister Lawton, I’m only trying to help you.”

Floyd Lawton: “You’re doing a terrible job at it.”

Jeremiah Arkham: “Please, sir, let me help you.”

Floyd Lawton: “Like I said before, doc, I don’t need help. Though now, you might.”

Jeremiah Arkham: “What was that?”

Floyd Lawton: “You heard me, doc. I kept a spoon from lunch.”

Jeremiah Arkham: “And that means...”

Floyd Lawton: “I could hurt you, Doc.”

Jeremiah Arkham: “They’re made to be harmless here at Arkham, they always are in prisons.”

Floyd Lawton: “You see, though, I know the right spots to hit, Doctor Arkham.”

Jeremiah Arkham: “And I suppose you won’t miss?”

Floyd Lawton: “You of all people should know, Doc. I *never* miss.”

## Micheal Lane, aka Azrael

From the Patient Sessions of Doctor Joker himself HAHAHA! We have Patient Number who’s a what’s it, it’s Azrael who has shown himself to be Michael Lane:

ML: I will break from these chains Joker and bring your head to my superiors. No man will stop this darkened spirit

J: wow such Excitment, now let’s get real with you why have you joined this Cult of yours.

ML: I am no Cult goon, I am apart of a group who aspires for greatness for the Order of Great Dumas.

J: oh wait I forgot to care, but don’t be sad you’ll be my puppet to get to Batman

ML: The night will grow Darker and soon I will arise from these chains a d kill you for my leader

J: ooh such empowering words but you’ll definitely not kill me

ML: *snaps chains apart and grabs joker by the Throat*

In head: yes now kill him Michael, do good for our cult and kill him

ML: *throws joker to the ground and stomps Jokers head*

*motions out to a lab table with Michael hooked up to some wires*

Scientist: He is ready sir to be sent out in our name

Cult Leader: Good now he will rise in our name.

## Jean de Baton-Baton

Hugo:from the Patient files of Hugo Strange, patient Jean de baton baton, patient suffers from urrr ummm it’s blank is that right?!

Jean:oui

Hugo:alrighty then but for now on speak English alright?

Jean:non...ok maybe a bit I don’t no a whole lot

Hugo:ok your another lunatic playing dress up fighting crime i see but how would someone like yourself fight crime?!

Jean:mon power of urrr frenchieness

Hugo:... elaborate

Jean:well urr I use mon baguette, mon oignos and mon baton

Hugo:god your a odd one you know that

Jean:￼ putain ton chemin vers moi je sauverai ces citoyens avec ma citoyenneté de France toi chien cochon fou

Hugo:urrr right?honesty your hard to talk to mr urrr baton? So we re done here you here me done...here

Jean: Bien, au revoir docteur bizarre

## Francine Langstrom

Francine: “dr Jeremiah dr Jeremiah”(she runs into the testing room breathless and completely stressed)

Jeremiah: “goodness are you okay”

Fracine: “mY-y daughter is missing am I a bad mother I feel like one”

Jeremiah: “listen to my words take a deep breath and calm down

Fracine: “sorry it’s just I feel like I’ve let her down like I am a bad mother”

Jeremiah: “listen your not a bad mum your caring about daughter that makes your better then mine”

Fracine: “sorry it’s just I have no idea what’s she’s up to and it’s so dangerous in Gotham now”

Jeremiah: “right I am going to make you a nice warm coffee and we can attempt to track down your daughter”

## Harvey Dent, aka Two-Face

J: from the patient files of Dr. Jeremiah Arkham, patient 22222, Harvey Dent, known as Two-Face. How ya doin' Harv?

Two-Face:...

J: Harv?

T:...

J: Fine! Take your coin! Anyways! How's stuff?

T: Flips coin and it lands on the good side Pretty good, doctor.

J: Now, tell me. What are your relationships with other inmates?

T: That Joker guy is hella creepy, what can I say? They're all weird. Who the hell themes themselves after riddles or Lewis Carroll's alice in wonderland?

J: I see... Can I talk to your second persona?

T: flips coin and it lands on the good side Sure! What's up, doc?

J: Oh nothing, just wanted to ask you some questions! Anyways, as I was saying, what do you think about Batman?

T: flips coin and it lands on the bad side THAT ANIMAL?! he's nothing more than a selfish animal! A fiend! He doesn't care about the people! He just wants attention and has a massive ego to feed!

J: Oki oki calm down! Anyways, what do you think of the Holiday criminal?

T: wait! holiday? Shut up Harvey! You're supposed to be dead! The only person who's supposed to be dead is you! Hey shut up weakling! Two-Face will always be superior! Long live Two-Face Shut it you feak!

J: Okay okay calm down! Harvey, how do you feel about the crime in Gotham?

T: Flips coin and it lands on the good side It should be eliminated. But no one is taking care of it so I took stuff into my own hands!

J: You killed off Carmine Falcone and took over the underworld.

T: He got what he deserved...

J: Alright, thanks you two for your times.

T: No problem, doc.

J: Now, can you give me the co-

T: **NO.**

## William Tockman, aka Clock King

***static*** Patient recording #11 of William Tockman, also known as Temple Fugate, ***static***  currently using the alias of the Clock King. This is Dr. Hugo Strange recording, ***static*** and now the session has begun.

Hugo: Mr....King? How has your 6th day in Arkham this week been so far?

CK: ***quietly*** 1...2...3...4-

Hugo: Mr. King?

CK: ***exasperatedly*** -What now?

Hugo: If you don't mind me asking, what is that your...doing there?

CK: Counting how many minutes it takes me to escape my restraints.

Hugo: You're in those restraints on good reason Mr. King....I'm not sure if you're aware, but you're quite the special man.

CK: ...Just my luck. I've lost count....do you see what you've done?!

Hugo: No, no I do not.

CK: You've made a fool of me! I'm never supposed to lose count! I'm the Clock King! Hey...looking over at Hugo's wrist, like a child spotting candy in the store That is...quite the watch there. Would you mind if I take a look...?

Hugo: *Moving closer...now curious.* Yes, of course.

CK: *Looking closely at the watch...inspecting it meticulously. He prides himself on obsessing over timepieces and the value they hold.* Hold on a second....No, such a beautiful watch ***CANNOT*** go to waste like this! I don't know if you understand how...irritating this is, doctor, but your watch is set to the wrong ***TIME***!

Hugo: Pardon?

CK: *With an angry look on his face, he swiftly lifts his head, knocking it into Hugo's chin.*

Hugo: *Falling into and off his chair.* Dear me!

CK: *Stands with a smug look on his face, hanging his handcuffs from his hand, teasing Hugo.* 4 minutes, Doctor, 4 minutes.

Hugo: Excuse me?!

CK: *putting the handcuffs on his chair.* It took me four minutes to escape your measly restraints.

Hugo: *stares at him, baffled.*

CK: Now, I must be getting going. OH! And if it's not too much trouble...*He walks over to Hugo ominously, grabbing the timepiece from his wrist.* I think I'll take this watch too.

## Harleen Frances Quinzel, aka Harley Quinn or the Harlequin

J: From the patient files of Dr. Jerimiah Arkham, head doctor of Arkham Asylum. Patient session number 9 with prisoner 92012-050, Ms. Harleen Frances Quinzel. Also known as Harley Quinn or the Harlequin, she’s been taken into custody for various counts of homicide, manslaughter, attempted homicide, vandalism, destruction of property, acts of mass destruction, violent behavior, and accessory to murder, among many other things. She’s also been diagnosed with psychopathy, histrionic personality disorder, and antisocial personality disorder. She’s been transferred to me after she tried to garrote Dr. Strange, Dr. Leland’s schedule was filled, and Dr. Matts passed from an attack from Poison Ivy. So, Harleen, before we start the session, anything you’d like to say?

H: Hmmmm...oh! It’s been botherin’ me for a while, but if ya ate yourself, would ya just get bigger an’ bigger or disappear?

J: Sigh. Harleen-

H: C’mon, call me Harley! All my friends do.

J: Yes, your...friends. That’s quite convenient, as that was going to be my first point of discussion. In recent months, you’ve been spending less and less time associated with Joker and much more time on your own. And I’m not referring to just the Suicide Squad incident either. You’ve even changed your costume a bit.

H: Ah, the squad...ha, I think Wallah’s learned her lesson! But I think Diggy, Deadhead an’ Icy are still pissed at me...definitely gonna stay far aways from them in the cafeteria. But ya don’t really care for our harrowin’ escapades, do ya doctah?

J: Maybe another time, Harley. For now, I’d like to discuss your current relationship with the Jo-

H: UGHHH. Doctah Arkham, seriously? I’d like some variety in my talks. Seriously! Every time, it’s “You were a productive membah of society, what happened?”, it gets annoyin’! Mistah J an’ I? We’re done, I’m my own rogue now!

J: Harley, I get the resentment, but you have to understand. This is your first session since your last breakout and subsequent breakup, and I’d like to understand what exactly happened.

H: Hmph. Ya really wanna know? Fine. Rewind all the way back a couple months, and Mistah J and I had a little spat. Bickerin’ turned to yellin’, yellin’ turned to him slappin’ me around, an’ that! That turned into me shootin’ him in the shoulder.

J: You shot him? Then what happened?

H: Well, I got the hell outta there! Wasn’t stickin’ around for his goons to find out, that’s for sure. Then I found a shitty lil’ apartment, and uh...well, it kinda came to me. The whole time I was with Mistah J, my potential? My skill as a supervillain? Kaput! Gone! But as a solo act, I’d be just as well known! An’ I wouldn’t hafta deal with his bull anymore. Harleen Quinzel, the Harlequin! Not havin’ to rely on anybody else ever again.

J: Hmmm...overreliance on others? Harley...has it hit you that your second identity was entirely crafted by someone else? Has it hit you that while in Arkham, most inmates haven’t ganged up on you because you had the protection of Joker, and now Catwoman and Poison Ivy?

H: Hey, look-

J: Harley, your entire identity at this point is nothing but defined by others. You’re trying to place yourself in a mold that you think you fit into, but ultimately? It’s a role you were never born t-

H: ENOUGH! I’m sick of your bullshit psychoanalysis! Ya think ya know bettah than me why, because ya finished your residence? Shaddup, I’m not finished. I’ve been kickin’ ass as a rogue for the past 3 years, an’ spent one of them on my own! I’ve been part of the Suicide Squad, betrayed them, an’ lived to tell the tale! I’m Harley fuckin’ Quinn, and I’ll do whatever the hell I want, whenever the hell I want! Ya think people don’t fuck with me because I’m friends with Pammy and ‘Lina? Oh please. Selina’s claws are totally clean, and Pammy’s kill count hasn’t gone ovah forty-two. Me on the other hand? I’ve done things that’ll make your lab coat brown, doctah. So don’t patronize me like that.

J: Interesting. Fine, before we -

H: How ya managed to get that piece of paper for your doctorate I’ll nevah know, because I wasn't finished! Ya think you’re SO much bettah than the rest of us, why? It ain’t your blatant daddy issues, that’s for sure.

J: D-Daddy issues? Harley, that is absolutely unfounded and I’d think-

H: Jerry, I’m onna roll! You’re tellin’ me there ain’t some issues there? I mean, ya basically grew up here, an’ when dear old dad died, ya took ovah in less than a week! There had to be some insecurity, yeah? Some lil’ feelings of self doubt an’ anxiety, how you’d nevah compare to dear ol’-

J: ALRIGHT! We have officially run out of time for our session Ms. Quinzel, I’m sure that you can see yourself out.

H: Jerry baby, ya should know better than to interrupt me!

*And with that, Harley pulls out a bazooka! She blows off Arkham’s head, and runs through the new hole in the door. She bolts for the Arkham control center, stopping by Joker’s cell on the way to flip him off, and then the evidence room to get her gear. When she gets to the control center, she dispatches the guards with grace and elegance, and opens all the cell doors! A riot breaks out, what fun! As she leans back in the command chair, she suddenly feels a rough shaking on her shoulder as well as someone calling her name. She groans, shifts around, and wakes up. She’s in Ivy’s greenhouse, laying in the now-opened recovery tube. Pam is staring at her with concern.*

H: Red? What happened?

I: Harls, *Joker* happened. I found you thrown from a 5 story building into the trash with a limping Joker trying to run past me down the street. I knocked him out for GCPD to find, but you’ve been stuck like this for the past three days.

H: But, but...Arkham! An’ I blew off Jerry’s head, an’ I-

P: Sigh. You’ve been having that dream again, huh?

H: Well, well! Yeah…it's kinda different than usual though.

P: Harls, look. As your best friend, and guide to the underworld for the past 3 years, this is where I tell you to stop.

H: Whoa, whoa, whoa Pammy! Whaddya mean? Mistah J and I are done. I can be my own rogue now! We can team up and blow this town!

*Ivy sighs, and sits down next to Harley. This isn’t easy for her.*

I: Look. Harley, I can’t deny the past three years, with you around, has been nice. I can stomach people now, if just barely. But this? This running around in a clown costume isn’t for you. You’ve almost gotten killed more times than I can count, and not to mention you aren’t exactly popular in the underworld here. Selina and I can’t protect you forever, and now that Joker is going to be after you? Harls, this is basically an intervention. I need you to wake up, and think realistically, *please*.

*At this, Harley’s eyes start to well up with tears. Pam, her best friend, telling her to quit? To just go home and live a boring, 9-5 life? No. Way.*

H:Y’know Pammy...I think we’re done. I’ll just see my way outta here.

*Despite Ivy’s protests, Harley gets up and out of the tube. She grabs her things, and walks out. She knows Pam isn’t gonna hurt her, but she doesn’t look back. No, she **can’t** look back, not even to see her best friend silently crying.*

H:Well, who needs her? Who needs any of them?! I’m Harley FUCKING Quinn, ya hear?! And I’m gonna show this whole damn town!

## Victor Sage, aka The Question

*Jeremiah sits at his desk, shuffling through papers. He’s preparing to leave, when the door to his office opens, and closes.*

J: Who is there?

Q: Generally, Mr. Arkham, I’m the one that asks the questions.

J: Not you, not again—

Q: What are you planning with the Government, Mr. Arkham. Something catastrophic... something you want to keep hidden.

J: What are you talking about? You goddamn mad man, im calling—

Q: Security? *Question throws a few Arkham security badges on the desk.* They’re a little, well, tied-up in the custodians closet right now.

J: *He pulls open his cabinet slowly.* I don’t know what you’re talking about, with the government—

Q: You helped enact the Task Force X program, multiple of its previous members are from here. You target specifically difficult to treat patients, and send them off to war, in order to evade the justice system. And, as seen here*— Question pulls out an envelope —*You meet rather regularily with the likes of Lex Luthor, another funder for the Task Force X program, and a known criminal.

J: Please, Mr. Luthor has never been connected to any crime.

Q: I dont just have files on you, Mr Arkham. I know for a fact you’re planning something with the government. Something that involves this city.

J: Then why are you the only to have discovered it, why not the Batman?

Q: *He grabs Jeremiah by the tie, and pulls him out of his chair.* Not enough people ask the Question. This isnt my first government conspiracy, I'll know what happens eventually. You just have to ask yourself: when I do, will you already be dead or not?

J: J*eremiah stands up straight.* Mr. Question, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Now, please leave.

Q: If you really expected me to leave, why get that gun?

*Jeremiah aims his pistol towards Question.*

J: You’re not as smart as you think.

*He pulls the trigger, but the gun only clicks. Questions holds up a finger, while he searches through the pockets or his trenchcoat. He pours the bullets onto the desk.*

Q: I know how your precious government covered up the real assassin of JFK, I know about how they covered up the death of Lionel Luthor, and I single handedly took down DB Cooper and the Zodiac Killer. Do you want to bet that I cant make you disappear, too?

J: What do you want?!

Q: *He takes out a silenced pistol, and shoots a hidden camera.* Answers.

## Ra's Al Ghul, the Demon's Head

*Jeremiah Arkham is at his desk, alphabetizing some recordings.*

Quincy Sharp: Sir, someone wants to see you.

Jeremiah Arkham: Send them in.

*A man in a green suit walks in.*

Ra's Al Ghul: Hello there Mr Arkham.

*The two shake hands.*

Jeremiah: Ah, Rasmodius I see. You look better than ever.

Ra's: Thank you, I need your help.

Jeremiah: With what?

Ra's:  I fear that my mental state is declining. Can you examine me?

Jeremiah: Of course. How about here?

Ra's: It's fine.

Jeremiah: Good. What have you been thinking about lately? Anything negative?

Ra's: I've been thinking about how my daughters will end up. They're both in their 30s, but I'm still worried.

Jeremiah: That's a bit of an exaggeration of a declining mental state.

Ra's: But every time I think about it, I feel worse about my past. It's driving me insane. I know I can't change the past, but what if something from it is going to mess up my daughter's future.

*Jeremiah puts down his notebook.*

Jeremiah: We all feel like that sometimes, Rasmodius. But, you have two wonderful daughters and you shouldn't worry about a thing.

Ra's: Thank you, Jeremiah.

*Ra's leaves.*

## Waylon Jones, aka Killer Croc

*From the patient files of Jeremiah Arkham.*

Jeremiah Arkham: “The patient’s name is Waylon Jones. The patient suffers from-”

Killer Croc: “That’s not my name.”

Jeremiah Arkham: “I beg your pardon, Waylon?”

Killer Croc: “I said...” he begins, **”that’s not my name.”**

Jeremiah Arkham: “Why of course it is, Waylon, it’s what every legal record shows.”

Killer Croc: “They know nothing.”

Jeremiah Arkham: “I’d say quite the opposite, in fact. They know everything.”

Killer Croc: “They don’t understand.”

Jeremiah Arkham: “Athena help them to understand! Help *me* to understand, Waylon!”

Killer Croc: “I said, **that’s not my name!”**

Jeremiah Arkham: “...”

Killer Croc: “...”

Jeremiah Arkham: “Well then, let’s continue. *What* would you like me to call you instead then?”

Killer Croc: “Call me what everyone else calls me. Call me by my name, the name of a monster. Call me Killer Croc.”

Jeremiah Arkham: “Alright, ‘Killer Croc’, I would like to help you here. You understand that? But in order to do that, I need you to teach me about why you do these... things.”

Killer Croc: “Help me? *Help me?* There is no helping me. I’m a monster. I lose control of myself, and I can’ prevent it. There is no helping me.”

Jeremiah Arkham: “Listen here, Waylon-“

Killer Croc: “THAT’S NOT MY NAME!”

Jeremiah Arkham: “Why isn’t it, though? It’s supposed to be your name.”

Killer Croc: “Because I’m a monster! I don’t even know what I’m in here for this time. Eating someone alive? Ripping a cop to shreds? I’m helpless. I’ve said it countless times.”

Jeremiah Arkham: “Croc... Waylon. Nobody is helpless.”

Killer Croc: “...You won’t stop using that name?”

Jeremiah Arkham: “Waylon, you’re human. Don’t let them make you believe you’re not.”

Killer Croc: “Oh, Doctor...” *Croc grins.* “*They* aren’t why I call myself a monster.”

*Tape end.*

## Irwin Shwab, aka Ambush Bug

Hugo: “From the patient files of Dr. Hugo strange. Patient Irwin Shwab or so he thinks ummm coughs but he is known to many as another tight wearing lunatic Ambush bug. Patient suffers from severe￼ delusions of miss granger believing that our world is all fiction and we’re comic book characters written by a fella called Jack Kirby. So any thing you’ll like to say”

Ambush bug: “what oh yeah you had a great story line in your first appearance went a little down hill then a smashing come back in no mans land...oh and can’t forget about Gotham eh loved the show...I’m rambling ain’t I”

Hugo: “yes another delusion filled ￼ramble. You were a super hero yes, but now with your teleporting you are a reporter that can interview anyone in this universe. Yeah likely, so how did you come to be then please tell me I’m really intrigued”

Ambush bug: “So as long as I remember I know that we are all fictional but with my past dunno kinda forgot most of it wasn’t important anyway I’m sure I’ll be reckoned in a few years”

Hugo: “what?! What the hell are you on?! Did you just realise for one second that nothing you said just then made any sense.”

Ambush bug: “yeah...wait” *teleports away*

Hugo: “what the-“ *teleports back*

Ambush bug: *holding all the Arkham games* “tell ya what pal why don’t we play through em pay attention to your scenes”

Hugo: “urr wait what sure don’t know what but sure”

## Sandra Wu-San, aka Lady Shiva

*Dr. Jeremiah Arkham is sitting in his office going over some notes, the room is encased in darkness apart from a small desk light and the night glow from his window.*

J: That would coincide with his tendency to base his crimes on the zodiacs and if--

*He hears a noise, Jeremiah raises his head and scans the room.*

J: These long nights are killing me...

Unknown: They won't be the cause of your demise, Doctor.

*Jeremiah falls back into his chair, his heart pounding with fear.*

J: Who...Who are you?! Who's there?!

*The figure emerges from the shadows, the desk light slowly making it's way up their body to reveal...*

Unknown: I am Lady Shiva.

J: I..I..

S: Hello, Jeremiah.

J: Guards!! Guards!!

S: They will not come Jeremiah, They can't

J: Wh-Why?

S: Because my men disposed of them

J: You monster! They had families!

S: They got in my way, They got in *his* way.

J: Who are you talking about?

S: That brings me to the reason I'm here. You see Jeremiah, long ago there was a man. A man filled with knowledge and skill, this man found something known as a Lazarus Pit. A Lazarus Pit can keep you in your prime 500 years later, bring you back from the clutches of the grim reaper and increase your abilities to maximum capacity.

J: Why does that concern me? Why do I need to get involved?

S: Because you own this wretched establishment, you also own the Lazarus Pit that resides beneath it.

*Jeremiah shakes his head in disbelief.*

J: No..No that's impossible, I know this place like the back of my hand. You have no right to--AAAAAAAGGGHHHH!!!!!

*Shiva stabs a dagger through Jeremiah's hand and through the desk, keeping it fixed there.*

S: Don't question me Jeremiah, don't question *him*.

*Jeremiah, still in pain:*

J: WHO ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! WHO IS *HIM?!*

S: The Demon's Head, The Leader Of The League Of Assassins.....Ra's al Ghul, the man that found the Lazarus Pit all those years ago. He isn't a man to be taken lightly, and as I said, he isn't a man to question.

J: And he believes there's a Lazarus Pit underneath Arkham?

S: He *knows*.

J: Why bother asking me?

*His voice shaking with pain.*

J: If this Ra's is as threatening and skillful as you say, why not just enter without asking me? To save the trouble of slaughtering all the guards...

*He says bitterly.*

S: You think I came here just for Ra's? I am known as the world's most deadliest woman, I live up to that mantle in more ways than just killing. I strategise, I plan, I think ahead, I focus on the future. There will be a point when Ra's won't be able to continue leading the league, I plan to take over but his daughter's Talia and Nyssa will no doubt claim the title is their birthright. There will be an inevitable conflict between us, conflict that will spill into Gotham....And I want to ensure I have as many allies as possible, allies from outside.

J: You...You want me as an ally?

S: Don't be a fool Jeremiah, I want your patients.

J: No, No I won't allow it. The damage it will cause to the city is unspeakable.

*Shiva leans in, wrapping her hand around the dagger in Jeremiah's hand.*

S: The longer you protest-

*Shiva pulls out the dagger and as she does an explosion is heard from the left wing at Arkham. Many patients escape and are all heading to Gotham. Jeremiah looks on in horror.*

S: -the longer Gotham suffers.

*With that Shiva exits the room, fading into the shadows.*

## Carmine Falcone, aka the Roman

J: From the files of Dr. Jeremiah Arkham, Director of Arkham Asylum. Carmine Falcone. Also Referred to in his line of work as “the Roman”.

F: Thanks for getting the title right, doc.

J: Now. Why are you called the Roman in the first place?

F: You haven't been payin attention in history class, have ya doc? Rome, in its day, was the most powerful empire of all. Currently, Gotham city is in the muck. I can make it great! Rivalling what even power the bat-freak has, I can make this the strongest city you’ve seen.

J: I see… *He scrawls something down on his notepad.*

F: Whaddaya writing? *He reaches across, and Jeremiah casually pushes a button, which shocks Falcone.*

F: Yow! What was that for?

J: Anytime you step out of line, you get a little buzz.

F: What, you afraid to fight hand to hand? Or gun to gun? If I wasn't in these cuffs, I'd tear you apart. *Jeremiah shocks Falcone again.*

J: So. You seem to have suffered many injuries at the hand of Batman. Why, try to continue? You know you’ll lose.

F: That bat-freak has NO right to be TAKING Gotham City from us!

J: Patient is getting aggressive at the name of the Batman.

F: Ohohohhh, I’ll show you aggressive*. Falcone starts trying to break out of the chains. Jeremiah shocks him multiple times. Falcone passes out in the chair.*

J: He’ll be fine.