This story is part of a three set saga that starts out in our present time in the Christopher Nolan style Batman Universe only conjoined with the aspects and characters from other parts of the D.C. Universe. I can not tell you where this is going with out giving away the excitement but trust me it goes somewhere epic and vast as the story moves on through this saga. Now like I said this story or at least probabilly the first like 15 - 20 chapters or so are all in the present and is more about the setting the back stories and bases of behaviors for the various key characters that will become more important later on. Slight spoiler; the Marvel Universe in an alternative format is a huge key part from the second piece of this saga onward.
Disclaimer - I do not own Anything from the D.C. Universe / Marvel Universe or any Hannibal Lector related Characters or any other trademarked properties used in this story.
Chapter 1: Another Day
(Arkham Asylum)
Lightning flashed as Nick Fury lit his cigarette, starring out the window of his office overlooking the shadowed courtyard of Arkham flashes illuminated the many gnarled, demonic looking statues that haunted the asylum grounds. The storm outside had been raging all day. Fury breathed a heavy sigh as a hellish chorus of nightmarish screaming and crying began to steadily fill the asylum, causing him to cast his gaze across the room towards the rustic style pale oak clock that sat against the back wall of his office.
"Right on time, the lights go out and the nightmares start..always the same," said Fury as he turned his back to the window, returning to his desk. He took another drag of his smoke before smashing it in his ash tray, when suddenly he heard the sound of someone rapping on his office door. Fury got up and casually made his way over to the door and opened it, gesturing for his visitor to enter. A beautiful young women stepped into his office and took a seat in front of his desk.
"Thank you for coming Dr. Quinzel, I know it's late, but there's something I would like to discuss with you." Said Fury politely as he made his way back to his desk and sat down.
"No problem Mr. Fury, so what's on your mind?" said Dr. Quinzel calmly.
"I am going to be reassigning three new patients to your care. The other doctors here have been unable to make progress with them, but you have shown promise and I have faith in your talents. If anyone can make progress with these patients, you can. I know it's a lot to ask... these men are most likely without a doubt the most twisted patients in this wretched place. But I have confidence in you and so I now request that you attend to these three patients from this point on, I hope you understand," explained Fury as he placed the files of the three new patients on the desk before him, gesturing for Dr. Quinzel to take them.
"Of course sir. If you think I can help them then I will gladly do my best," responded Dr. Quinzel as she placed the three folders into her bag.
"I know you will, thank you. Now why don't you go home rest? Tomorrow you'll receive your new patients. Good night Doctor, and good luck," said Fury politely as he stood up and made his way over to the door of his office and opened it, gesturing politely for Dr. Quinzel to leave.
(Dr. Quinzel's Apartment, Gotham City)
The savage storm continued to scorch the jaded skies over Gotham City as the beautiful, shivering Dr. Quinzel finally reached the door to her apartment. She unlocked the door with her key and stepped inside, locking the door tight behind her as the roar of thunder continued to pierce the night, making a whisper of the police sirens a couple blocks away. Harleen kicked off her shoes and socks, letting her naked feet make contact with the soothing softness of the carpet. The day had been a long and exhausting one, and tomorrow promised to be even more difficult, given the three new patients she would take on.
"Another day, always just another day...another day alone," said Harleen to herself as she slowly began to make her way into the kitchen, rubbing and bending in her neck in an effort to relax the heavy tension that had taken refuge there.
Maybe I should... no. Don't do this to yourself Harleen, don't think about them... they made their choices and you made yours. Forget about them, they have already forgotten about you, thought Harleen as she found her eyes moving towards the cell-phone she had just taken out of her coat pocket, before setting it down on the counter next to her fridge, placing her work bag beside it. Harleen opened up her fridge, her soaked black slacks clinging tightly to her lower body as she bent over slightly, taking a nice cold brew out of the fridge. Harleen twisted the cap off the bottle of the brew in her hand, causing a faint cool mist to escape from the bottle's mouth for moment. Harleen let a deep and heavy sigh escape her delicate lips as she turned her head towards the hallway of her apartment that leads to her bathroom and bedroom beyond that. Harleen started making her way towards that nice hot bath she had been so longing for all day, casting off her rain drenched coat over the white leather sofa. Harleen continued to make her way down the hall towards her bathroom.
Harleen peeled off the second skin that was her soaked dark black button up shirt, causing her to let a slight breath of relief to escape her supple breast. Being free of the tightness of her soaked clothing felt so good. Harleen felt her body relax a little more as her feet finally made contact with the cool smooth pale tiles of the bathroom floor. She casted her soaked button up shirt to the tile floor of her bathroom as she made her way over to the tub.
Harleen trembled with pleasure as she slowly relaxed into the soothing waters of her warm bath. The young doctor let herself get lost in the gentle, calming heat of the water as her soft slender fingers began to wonder down her body, making their way to delicate entrance of her warm nook. The day had been long and lonely, and tomorrow would be just the same, but for now, in this moment, she would have the release her body so desperately needed. In this moment, she could let her problems wash away even, if just for moment. Harleen let the desire for release take her as her fingers worked their gentle magics; she knows it will help. Harleen whimpered slightly with sweet euphoria as the warm electric feeling of orgasm began to surge through her body, making her blood ignite until at last the young doctor's back arched forward and her toes curled in pleasure, releasing her warm liquids into the bath as a beautiful angelic cry of sheer joy escaped her lips. Her brief moment in heaven, free from the trial of her existence, came to an end.
Chapter 2: The Glowing Warmth of Fear
(Arkham Asylum)
The beautiful Dr. Quinzel sat comfortably in her session room chair, looking over the file of the first of the three new patients that where assigned to her that day. She read over the information in the folder, as the realization of just how difficult these new patients could prove to be began to hit her even harder. The first one she was to be meeting, a man named Jonathan Crane, had already nearly killed two of the doctors who had previously tried to help him, and one unlucky nurse ended up with a pencil through the back of her skull. She would be lying if she said she wasn't scared, but this was no time for that. At any moment, she would come face-to-face with this lunatic, this doctor of fear.
Suddenly, there was a knock at her session room door, snapping her back to reality with a jerk. Regaining her composure, the good doctor stood up and made her way over to the door, opening and gesturing for her visitors to enter, shutting the door behind them. In walked a very well-built and muscular guard dressed in full combat Kevlar, carrying a good-old combat-grade shotgun, who looked as if he would feel right at home on some foreign battlefield going knife-to-knife with an enemy soldier. Following close behind him came a very thin straggly looking young man, wrapped up tight in a straight jacket and chains, with messy dirty brown hair and eyes bluer than the purest waters, like iced sapphires. Their eyes locked and she found herself lost for moment in their immense beauty. Truly, they would be the eyes of an angel, if they did not hide such a horrifying insanity. His flesh was pale as the moon.
The scrawny looking patient just smiled at her with a malicious grin. as the guard escorted the patient to the session room couch, where the patient calmly laid down cooperativily. Dr. Quinzel returned to her seat next to the session room couch as the large guard took his leave, shutting the session room door behind him.
"So you must be Dr. Crane. Tell me, how you are you feeling today Johnathan?" asks Dr. Quinzel warmly as she takes out one of her pens and starts the session.
"I didn't sleep last night," said Johnathan with amusement.
"Yes, I heard something about sexually assaulting a female guard last night. I heard you broke her arm in two spots and left you with shattered knee caps and two cracked ribs," says Dr. Quinzel with tone of casualness mixed with curiosity.
"Yes, she had such beautiful eyes, like stars burning ever bright, much like yours actually. But they held no fear, so I put the fear into them. A fear she will never forget or escape. I may have been a little... rough with my methods, doctor, but her fear was beautiful and it filled me with light."
"So you feel nothing for her, for her pain that you caused?" asks Dr Quinzel coldly.
"Tell me, doctor. What should I feel for her, exactly? What should I feel at all? The sweet, overwhelming joy of filling others' hearts to the brink with fear is all that I ever feel, all I can feel. Fear is my gift, I am fear." Johnathan eyes suddenly seem to explode like neutron stars as the saturating intent and will of his gaze pierced Dr. Quinzel's soul, sending a momentary wave of deep, dark terror through her mind, making her heart shiver and blood feel suddenly very cold for moment.
"Are you trying to scare me Crane?" asked Dr. Quinzel, doing her best to maintain her composure.
"Oh no my dear doctor, I already have. I can smell your fear, you're saturated with it but don't worry. Yours is a fear I want to savior for a long time to come," said Johnathan excitedly, Dr Quinzel's composure nearly betraying her for a moment as she felt herself begin to tremble even more on inside.
"Perhaps we should move on. Let's start at the beginning, shall we? I have your file here but there large gaps in what we know about your past. For instance, who was your father?" asks Dr. Quinzel casually.
"Wait...wait, I know this part. I've done it before with my patients. This is the part where I'm supposed break down and cry about how my father raped me and stole my...ohh what's the word...innocence. Is that right doctor?"
"Did he?" asks Dr. Quinzel prodingly.
"No no, I am afraid not doctor. Despite how easy it is, my so called insanity is not something that can be blamed on my father. For you see, he was not alive long enough to have any real effect on me at all...my mother made sure of that. It was quite frightening to watch, actually, the way she slowly dissected him muscle by muscle, piece by bloody dripping piece. It was beautiful, and it filled me with the glowing warmth of fear." says Johnathan his sadistic smile growing wider with every word as if this reminiscing on something truly precious and dear to him long passed.
"Your mother killed him, she killed your father... right in front of you. how old were you when you saw this, Johnathan?" asks Dr. Quinzel with a tone of compassion in her voice as she leans forward placing her hand on Crane's shoulder soothingly only to have Johnathan suddenly turn away from her coldly.
"I was four, but I'll never forget how it made me feel, scared... alone... transformed. I felt a part of me wither and die inside. From then on, I knew the power of fear."