This is a spinoff of childoftheasylum's "Progeny". I call it Fear
He was a model inmate. With every liberty but liberty itself, the staff trusted him. Arkham asylum, it was where he was born, and where he spent the first fourteen years of his life, until Armageddon…
He sat quietly in his cell, as he did every day, just solving a crossword. Pierce loved crosswords. In fact he seemed to love all puzzles of all kinds. He stopped and looked up, glancing around the room, nothing peculiar, his hat stand, His tomato plant, his bed with exclamation marks on the sheets. But there it was again, that noise, he began to move toward the door, but as he touched the knob he saw blood spatter on the window. He retreated to the center of his room. "I'm getting out of here." He thought. Tearing off about a two foot square of cloth from his sheets, he packed his toothbrush, deodorant, and a few incomplete puzzle books. As he made for the door he glanced back, this was the only room he'd ever owned, in the only building he'd ever been in, and now he was leaving it, probably forever. He removed his green bowler hat adorned with a purple exclamation mark from the hat stand, and he walked into the corridor.
The hall outside his room was utter chaos, with everyday looneys, complete with broken bottles, chains, and switchblades. The black and white tile flooring had pools of red in it. He looked around and saw the staff, being murdered by brutish patients, so no one noticed him slip away. That's what he thought, some V.E.N.O.M. infected patients saw the door to the stairwell closing behind him, and began to pursue. Fear bubbled in Pierce's stomach as he tried not to be noticed, but the events happening around him made it hard for him not to keel over and barf. The Bane-esque patients slipped on the thick red liquid coating the floor, severing their V.E.N.O.M. supply, and in sudden withdrawal, they died. He could see the front door and began to sprint, the door bruised his arms as he slammed into it, and in the yard he saw that a riot had broken out, finding a sturdy stick he tied his makeshift suitcase to it forming a hobo sack. He began to break away from the turmoil but as he neared the bridge to mainland Gotham, they began to chase him. That's what he thought. A black van sped into view at which the patients threw themselves. The green haired man driving had an unnaturally large smile, but as a patient was flattened, a hot, red, gooey substance splattered the front of Pierce's new white dress shirt; Pierce yelled a crude word synonymous with donkey.
At the end of the bumpy stone bridge, Pierce looked around, "where to now?" he thought. Tilting his head upward the saw a flickering red sign, "AXIS. Sounds promising." The gate was so rusty it fell on contact with Pierce's hand. Swarms of bats flew out of the lot as he stepped, trembling, toward the plant. Inside, even though the inside of the plant was total darkness, yet down some halls there was a green hazy glow. Every few turns he made he thought he heard footsteps, in one green hazy hall he saw the familiar, gentle, blue glow of a computer screen. Curiosity got the better of him. As he brushed away the spider-webs he found a dusty office chair. And got onto the Arkham website (He had cracked the passwords years ago) sweat came from his forehead as he knew what he would discover. He clicked on his file, and under tests he found what he was looking for.
At the Asylum, in the computer room, the "Under new management" party was still going on. Two-face and the Riddler were assigned the "nerd" jobs, in other words, they were the new techs. The Riddler spun around in his chair as Two-face threw darts at commissioner Gordon's picture on the Dartboard. "Hey, Harvey, You might want to look at this."
"What?"
"Look, the arrow is moving by itself!"
"I believe, Eddie, we have a hacker on our hands."
"Let's just see what he does."
They watched in silence as the mouse entered Pierce's file. The cursor went to tests, then clicked on genetic. It opened into a screen with a large picture of a strand of D.N.A., with the words, results and comparisons: Classified, They stared in awe when in three tries, the notes and comparisons were opened, Parentage results- Mother, Pamela Isley, Father, Edward Nygma.
"You Sonuvagun!" exclaimed Two-face smiling.
Nygma just sat in flabbergasted silence, as he read the next sentence, means of fertilization: Alcoholic influence
"Well, I guess it's not all bad…" two- face said attempting to comfort his friend
"I think I need some alone time."
Pierce just sat there. Feeling shocked about his data. He just got up, slightly in denial, and backed away slowly, he stumbled on the wire and the computer came unplugged. As he backed into the hall, he collided with someone else who was running down the hall, in the green glow of the hall all he saw of his collision partner was pale skin and some dark green hair.