Prologue


Jericho was crouching down with his head bowed down and he held his sword whilst the tip was down close to him as His adamantium claws were extended on his free hand as rain started to pour down from the sky in the night.

"After the demise of the Joker, his body was cremated and we all expected a power struggle between the supercriminals but it didn't happen. Crime rates were low and there was peace in the city, something that hasn't existed in the city for a long time but war was brewing and as a paranoid bastard like I am, I expected it to be. This is the story of how the Wolverine was born."

The Wolverine of Arkham.