A worst nightmare come to life. All of Batman's worst enemies, and others, have all been captured once more, but the guards.. The guards were in on the scheme. All at once, every single containment cell in Arkham Asylum swung wide, all according to their devious plan. And the Bat was right in the middle of it all, just like he always was.
-Scene One-
Batman stood alone, as he does, the slumped bodies of a few Two-Face goons cast around the chamber, holding his gut. One had caught him surprisingly well with a pipe. He groaned, and straightened himself as the scattered, distant whoops of freedom and cackling screams of the otherwise insane let loose began to draw near.
"Alfred, it was a trap. Every single psychopath in Arkham is running wild, from Riddler to Gentleman Ghost. And they're all undoubtedly coming for me."
"Should I send help, sir?"
"Don't risk it. Odds are normal comms have been cut, and a bomb threat is impending. If anyone comes close to the island before i have it secured, it could be a disaster."
"As you wish, sir. I will recall Nightwing, and try to talk master Drake from coming to your aid."
"Thank you Alfred. I'll let you know if things change."
"Of course, sir."
Batman barely had time to react after talking to Alfred before that haunting, piercing cackle he knew all too well taunted him from the speakers.
"Better be on your toes, Batman, because now the joke is on you! HA HA! As you know, all our friends are free to do as they please, but have one request from me: to make sure I get the last laugh, once and for all! AHAHAHA HAHAHAHA!"
And as the alarm sirens began to blare all around the island, so began what would likely be Bruce Wayne's last night on this Earth.