Art classes tend to be my favorite class of my day. I get to draw and ignore all my fellow classmates, which is a blessing! My art teacher Ms. Woods tends to be the most supportive teacher I have and I appreciate that. Though when she takes me aside at the end of class, I feel like perhaps I'm letting her down or some days that she's just pushing for far to much.

"You need to get out of your bubble." she says.

"Explore the world you live in!" she says.

"Your art needs more!"

Perhaps she has a point though; after all she is the teacher. Maybe I should explore, see new sights, and meet new people. That shouldn't be so hard, right.

Hump, yah right!

But how can I do what she wants of me when meeting people in my case is really difficult, and I can't even explain to her why. I'm the kid with secrets I can't share. Not with anyone on the outside.

I like to think that's why I fear Gotham. Wait no, not Gotham but its people. People who would end me the moment they knew.

The city though is unique; like a dark beauty hidden in shadows. I live for Gotham's beauty; the colours, smells, sounds, the beat of it really. Without any of it I wouldn't have made it this far.

But what would happen if I did meet someone, let them in. What if they learnt the truth, what then. The truth is a dangerous thing.

However, my teacher insists I try something new. She says by sticking to what I know I'm not exploring my own possibilities, and what I could become. But, what could I possibly draw that wouldn't put me in danger of revealing myself? How can I hide the truth?

Then again, if used in the right way, maybe just maybe the truth is what I need! I could go "there". This way I could learn more, maybe understand myself and why I must hide from everyone. Best of all, I could draw a subject others are too afraid to even consider. The causes of all of Gotham problems, and Arkham's finest. The inmates! No one would expect it, not from me, not from anyone!

Though there is one major problem, I'm not allowed to visit Arkham Asylum and all of its properties without the doctor's say so. The staff and directors tell me it's for my own protection. I'm sure their just afraid I'll end up just like my father; a psychopath.

Guess it's too bad for them that my mind is already set. I'm going for better or worst!

First though I have to find another way in...