Chapter 1
Arkham Asylum
Bruce Wayne stepped out of one of his family's limousines, modified into what he called the "Batmobile". It had been a year since he had decided to become the hero that Gotham needs, and dressing in a special suit Lucius Fox gave him, the Gotham media had labeled him as "the Bat" vigilante.
"You're going to be alright, Bruce?" Alfred asked.
"Yes Alfred, thank you." Alfred nodded, before driving back to Wayne Manor. Bruce put on his cowl, and began walking to the gates of Arkham Asylum, where Commissioner Gordon was waiting for him. Gordon had become commissioner a year prior, when his partner, Harvey Bullock, just couldn't take it anymore. Gordon had found out the vigilante was Bruce sometime later, after he was saved from the Scarecrow. Since then, Gordon had given Bruce information on crime and intel from the GCPD.
"You mind telling me what this is all about?" Gordon asked, handing his coffee to a fellow officer.
"I need to speak to him." Bruce simply stated, entering the Asylum and walking down the halls.
"Listen to me. He's been in custody for over a year." Gordon said, as they passed the cell of the once proud DA Harvey Dent, now the scarred Two Face. "If we can prove what we found today-"
"Then he'll confess." Bruce interrupted.
"He's insane, Bruce." Gordon scoffed. "It's a mistake to think you'll know what he'll do." They finally arrived at a cell reading 0801, with the name unknown.
"I'm not here because of what was found today." Bruce said, entering the cell. "I'm here because I need to be." Bruce took a chair and sat down next to the one prisoner, pretending to play with a deck of cards.
"Hello, Jerome." Bruce said. "I want to talk. I've been thinking about how this is going to end between you and me. Perhaps you'll push me to the limit where I finally kill you. Perhaps you'll finally kill me. I just… want to know that when that time comes… I actually tried to reason with you." The man remained silent, while still playing cards.
"Listen to me!" Bruce said, grabbing Jerome's arm. "This is life and death. Mine or yours. Our relationship is fatal, and I don't want your murder on my-" The man let go, and Bruce saw white paint on his black clad glove. Narrowing his eyes, Bruce grabbed the man, and wiped off more white makeup, revealing the prisoner wasn't Jerome Valeska at all.
"Hey, you can't do this! I got rights!" The man screamed.
"Where is he!" Bruce yelled. "Do you realize what you've released, what it's capable of? Do you have any idea? Where is he?" As Bruce threw the man against a wall, James Gordon opened the door.
"What the Hell do you think you're doing?" Gordon demanded. "If you touch one hair on that man's head-" Gordon stopped, as Bruce threw him a ginger haired wig to him.
"Let's try this again." Bruce said, dangerously close to Jerome's decoy. "Where is he?!"
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