Author's Note~ I've been wanting to write an Arkham Asylum fanfic for sometime now, but trying to come up with a plot as incredible as the one in the game was a lot harder than I thought. My original plan was a plot that followed the story of an inmate of my creation, but honestly, coming up with super villain as unique as the ones in the Batman universe was something I knew was beyond my skills so I scrapped it.

Well, I won't waste anymore of your time. On with the story!

DISCLAIMER~ Batman Arkham Asylum is the property of DC Comics and Rocksteady Studios. I own my OC, Jack Austin.

An alarm clock went off in a small one-bedroom apartment In Gotham City. A hand slammed down on the obnoxious device's snooze button, silencing it. The owner of the hand groaned as he lifted his head up from his pillow to check the time.

"Five a.m." he groaned.

He would kill for a couple more hours of sleep, but the day shift at Arkham started in an hour. It was his first day and showing up late would not make for a very good first impression. With another groan he sat up and swung his legs off the bed.

He took a minute to look at a photo that sat on his nightstand beside his alarm clock. The picture showed a little girl about three years old waving at the camera while she had her arm wrapped around a teddy bear. The man let out a solemn sigh and ran a hand through his short, dark brown hair that was starting to gray. Deciding to get ready for work, he finally hefted himself off of his bed.

He stretched his well-muscled body before grabbing a set of dumbbells from under his bed and did a few reps. Once he finished his morning workout, he took a quick shower. Once he was dry, he threw on some jeans and a t-shirt and headed into the kitchen to make some toast and egg whites for breakfast. While the food cooked, he turned on the TV in the living room. He ate his breakfast to the sound of the news in the background. He zoned in and out to the newscasters going on about crime in the city and a few sightings of the mysterious and elusive Batman. Once he finished breakfast, he returned to his room to throw on his boots and grab his wallet and car keys. He took one last look at the picture of the little girl on his night stand before heading into the living room to turn off the TV and then head out the door.

Outside sat a black 4x4 truck. The man unlocked it and stepped into the driver's seat. After starting up the truck, he checked his rearview mirror and noticed that he forgot shave the stubble on his face. He groaned; it was too late to go back inside. His shift started in less than twenty minutes so without further delay, he pulled away from the sidewalk and drove down the street. He left the radio off, preferring to enjoy a quiet drive to the asylum. The ride gave him time to think as he recalled the day before when he had been interviewed for a position at the asylum.

He hadn't known what to expect when he walked into the mansion on Arkham Island. The Island had an ominous feeling to it on the outside and the Arkham Mansion did little to shake the feeling. The place felt more like a haunted castle with its old interior design and the random gargoyles that lined the walls. He couldn't understand why they hadn't tried to make the place a little more…welcoming.

The guard that was escorting him through the mansion said little the entire time, not that he himself was one for conversation anyway. Finally, they came to a room at the end of a hall. The guard opened the door for him and then left. Inside sat a woman behind a desk; a secretary no doubt.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"I'm here for an interview," he said simply. She nodded and then began typing on her computer.

"Name please?"

"Jack Austin," he answered.

"Oh yes," she said when she found his name on the computer. "The warden has been waiting for you." She then pressed a button on the intercom beside her. "Warden Sharp, Jack Austin is here to see you."

"Good. Send him in," came the English accented voice of an older man.

The secretary got up from behind her desk and led the man through an archway that led to a much larger room. Jack looked around in wonder at the so called "office"; he didn't understand why they didn't call it a throne room. He followed the secretary up to the warden's desk and took a good look at the man running the show. He didn't seem like much at all really. Jack had imagined that the warden of such a crazy place would have been a little more…more.

"Thank you, Jessica, you can leave us," he said to his secretary who promptly left the two men alone to return to her work.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Austin. I am Warden Quincy Sharp," the old man said as he stood to shook Jack's hand.

"Nice to meet you, Warden," Jack said, returning the handshake.

"Please, have a seat," Sharp said, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. Jack did so as Sharp looked over his resume'. "I must admit, Mr. Austin, after reading your resume', I am surprised that you want to work here. A man with your skills could do wonders for the Gotham Police Department."

"I'd figured with Batman out there, The Gotham P.D. didn't need much help," Jack responded.

"Oh, of course," the Warden said with a dismissive hand. "It says here you spent some time over seas recently."

"I got back from my tour over a year ago."

"Hmm… thirteen years as a member of the United States Marine Corps., numerous awards for bravery and distinguished service, and a Medal of Honor," Sharp read. "Quite impressive, Mr. Austin."

"Thank you," Jack said with a small smile.

"May I ask what your rank was before your honorable discharge?" Sharp asked curiously.

"I was a Sergeant."

"Indeed… well Mr. Austin, I am convinced or rather I've been convinced," Sharp said with a smile.

I'm sorry?" Jack asked with a confused look.

"Truthfully, I had planned to hire you before you even got here. All it took was one look at your resume'. Arkham needs a man like you, especially now during my mayoral campaign. The quality of the staff reflects the quality of the warden and if you can keep these animals under control, it will no doubt show the people of Gotham that I am more than capable of running this city. So, shall I see you here tomorrow for your first shift?"

"Yes you will, sir," Jack said with a nod.

Both men stood and shook hands.

"Welcome to Arkham Asylum, Mr. Austin."

I know it's not much, but I suck at introductions. This story will get much better as it goes on, I promise.

R&R please, thank you.