Due to the success this story has found on Deviantart, and since I haven't uploaded on my other story for over a year, I figured I ought to give my older fans SOMETHING to look at.

I've already written up to Chapter Five, but I'm spacing the uploads for them so you all have a chance to read them. If you want to view them ahead of time, just visit my deiviantart page

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Batman created by Bob Kane (THANK YOU!)

Beta-Read by Lady Black Mage

Arkham staff members are at their worst when it storms.

This had been proven time and time again in the long-running facility. Patients would scream and thrash at the sound of thunder while lightning would cause the lights to flicker. Not to mention that stormy nights are a time where breakouts and escapes were most frequent. Add that to the over-worked and underpaid manner in which staff was treated, and one truth rings out. When it storms at Arkham, it drags it down to the next circle of Hell.

Perhaps this was why Dr. Bartholomew was so surprised when a knock came at the front door on this stormy January night. The sandy-haired middle-aged man approached the nearby front desk, asking the guard there to check the surveillance screen that showed the outside of the building to see who was there. After some zoom adjusting, the guard gave his answer.

"FedLex. What the hell are they doing here at almost three in the morning? In the rain, too?" The burly younger man asked to the psychiatrist, who was smoothing out his combed back locks nervously.

"I haven't the foggiest, but it must be urgent if they're willing to brave this storm." Bartholomew remarked, cautiously approaching the door and pulling it open by the satin nickel handle. The plump brunette woman on the other side was scowling, rain drops falling down the brim of her brown baseball cap as she spoke in a gruff voice.

"Package for Warden Sharp." She stated, pushing the small but bulky cardboard box into Bartholomew's hands as he felt himself breathe a sigh of relief. Thanking the woman with a nod of his square head, Bartholomew signed off on the paper given before walking back inside. He began heading up the stairs to the office of Warden Quincy Sharp, the steps creaking until he reached the top and made his way down the hall. Hiis only company during the trek was the storm brewing outside.

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Warden Sharp was quietly shifting through the papers on his desk, the lamp next to him flicking at the sight of another lightning strike. The aging man jumped slightly at the knock on his door, tiredly groaning as he stated "Enter."

Bartholomew opened the door with the package tucked under her arm, giving the Warden an uneasy smile as he stated "Morning, Doctor."

"Don't attempt humor this early in the morning, Doctor. Or is that the only reason you're in here?" The pompous Warden asked the doctor, who sighed as he shook his head

"No. This was just dropped off for you. The rain might have seeped in a little, however." The sandy-haired doctor replied, handing the "plump novel" sized package over as Sharp retrieved a letter opener to cut the tape holding the box closed. Using the opener on the letter inside, Sharp began reading as Bartholomew began leaving the office.

The doctor wasn't five strides away from the door when it was swung open, surprising the doctor as the warden looked at him with wide eyes and a sweaty brow.

"Call a staff meeting first thing! We've got some work to do." He stated while holding the letter in his hand, a rumbling of thunder adding to the urgency now in the room

So, just to be clear, I WILL BE CANON-BLENDING in order for this story to work. It's mainly set in pre-52 comic universe, though.

You all probably know of our dear Warden Sharp, but how many of you know where Bartholomew came from? Teehee

I'll try to be quicker in my next chapter submission. See you guys soon~

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