Hey guys! My name is Sam and I am the author of this story. This all started from a dream I had about a day ago and between my boyfriend who is a Batman fanatic and my future roommate who is a Batman Encyclopedia, they both said I should turn it into a fan fiction and we could see how the rest of the Batman fans on here felt about it! Just as a heads up, this will be written in first and third person. It will capture the point of view from each character.
This story takes place more in a free universe. Think Arkham Video Games Joker and Harley and Penguin and so on but think of a more Scarecrow. A Scarecrow before he got caught. The main characters in this story will Johnathon Crane/OC. As the story continues more Batman universe characters will be introduced, such as Joker, Poison Ivy, Penguin, Riddler, Bane, Dick Grayson (as Nightwing), Jim Gordon, etc etc etc.
Please note that I am 100% okay with critisim. I love it when someone takes the time to help me become a better writer but I do not do well with someone being rude. So please feel free to leave comments with advice but make them constructive because if they are mean I'll cry D:
And without further ado, I present, Nox
Life was hard in Gotham. It was always hard in Gotham, between the poverty that sat above all those below the Waynes and every other famous family with riches beyond most of the imaginations of all those beneath them and the crime of those who were either desperate or insane, it has never been an easy task to remain calm. The worst of it all remained nestled between the under belly of the city, the slums of Gotham. The Narrows. It reeked of sadness, depression, and death. It seemed the sun never even shined on the streets. Just grey skies and darkness. No stars shone on the dirty faces living in its disgusting habitat of robbery and murder.
Sometimes people could claw themselves out of the dirt and grime but it was so rare that when it happens, no one ever believed that person would remain out of the slums for too long. That had always been the case with Nirvana. A woman born who sat above her classmates all through high school, with an above 4.0 all four years, that she was able to get a partial ride to Harvard. With the help of the Wayne Education Fund, the rest of her expenses were paid for. She went off to college and focused her studies on Psychology and Criminology. She used every dime she could from her scholarships and grants and 8 years later, at the age of 26, she walked out with her doctorate in both subjects. But she knew her greatness would never lie in the posh hospitals of Massachusetts or sitting in a small office with a part ownership with someone else. No. She knew exactly where she belonged. So she took the last of her money she earned working side jobs during college and moved back to Gotham. Many would assume that being raised in the Narrows would have been enough to keep her away forever but instead she came sprinting back. Right to her new home. Arkham Asylum.
The screams and cries of the mentally insane and the threats of the diabolical criminals behind its padded walls were something most people ran from but Nirvana... She had a special place in her heart for Gotham. She needed to help it's ragged underlings, whether to help heal them or to help the people of the city by keeping them behind the walls of the asylum. Her mission was to help the city even in this small way. She wanted to become something great for the city of Gotham. She hoped it would be within Arkham. Her ideals were noble. If not a bit naive.
She got the opportunity with ease and when she had passed the others interviewing, she hadn't seen much competition. Not to toot her own horn, but she could see true competition a mile away and only saw one man she felt had a chance against her. She noticed him quickly. A lanky body yet not unhealthy. Dark brown hair and when he looked up as she walked by, she found a pair of startling blue eyes looking into her fierce green ones. She was almost taken back by the awkward structure of his face. High cheekbones with a gaunt appearance to his cheeks. His nose was thin and his lips were large, strangely so in comparison to his delicate face. She continued her stride right past him and she thought nothing more about him afterwards.
When she got the call for a second interview, she had dressed in her most professional. Her long black hair was draped over her shoulder, straight as a pin and glossy in the light. Her face was painted in a modest amount of make up. Green eyes framed by long black eyelashes and dark brown eye liner. She wore a black dress suit with a pop of gold in her earrings and wrist watch. With her sleeves rolled up and her shoulders straight with an air of confidence around her, she walked back into Arkham for the second time. Ready to dominate whoever they thought would do well against her.
She walked into the head office and saw no one around. She believed for a moment that the second interview was just a formality. She had already gotten the job. But even if this wasn't true, she already had an interview set up for Black Gate Prison as the head psychiatrist there. She soon heard the doors open however, and in walked the lanky man, dressed in a black suit with a silver tie. His eyes caught hers and she smiled directly at him and he stayed stoic but a smirk appeared on his full lips. He moved and took a seat across from her in the lobby. After this, they remained mostly silent aside from polite small talk. The noise echoing around the Asylum was enough to break the silence and the two sat comfortably across from one another. She glanced over as the man reached down and pulled up his brief case. He pulled out a folder and flipped it open and kept his eyes down.
She gently tilted her head before realizing he was looking at his resume. She smirked slightly.
"I feel like no matter how many times I redo my resume, it never looks the way I want it to," she stated coolly, picking up her own black folder and flipping to the first page, "I feel like paper doesn't really do my mind justice, I suppose," she added, shaking her head before looking up at him. His crystal eyes seemed to glow under the flickering florescent as he gave a very small smile when he answered.
"I know what you mean. How am I supposed to clearly show how amazing I am by handing someone a piece of paper," he stated, a condescending air to his voice. The tone of his voice was both soothing and enough to keep someone on edge. Nirvana smirked at his reply before handing her resume to him.
"Let's switch. I always liked to learn about the people I'm better than," she stated coolly, a perfectly shaped eyebrow raised and a smirk playing on her pink lips. When his eyes looked at the folder, she wiggled it slightly and added, "Come on, it won't bite," she put her hand out for his resume and he quickly slipped his folder into her hand while he took hers.
She sat back in her chair and opened his resume with gentle hands, not wanting to mess up the pages. The paper was thick and sturdy and the ink had an indent upon the pages in a dark black color. She ran her fingers over the words gently before they lingered on his name, "Doctor Johnathon Crane. What a wonderful name," she stated out loud though not to get a response out of him. His voice came up after hers.
"Doctor Nirvana Nelson," he stated, "Graduated top of her class from Havard with a doctorate in Psychology and Criminology."
"Gotham State University. Graduated top of his class in... let's see, Psychology and Medicine," she added as she continued, looking through his resume.
"Worked as an assistant in a psychology office in Massachusetts, as well as worked as a reporter for a local news paper. Did on the side work at Mass. Penitentiary as a psychologist for inmates and also did a few classes within the FBI for profiling serial killers," Dr. Crane added softly before looking up at her with interested eyes, "Why come back to Gotham at all, Dr. Nelson?"
She looked up at him with a small smile before her eyes went back down to his resume, "You also work as a professor of Psychology at Gotham State University," she added, before her own eyes looked back at his, "Why stay in Gotham with a resume this extensive, Dr. Crane?"
He furrowed together for a moment before that same stoic expression plastered on his face and he looked back down at her resume and kept reading. She did the same, leaving the subject where it layed. They stayed silent again before hearing the footsteps that approached them both and they looked up to see a stout woman with grey hair and in nurse scrubs bustling towards them, "Are you the new hires then?" She asked, her voice giving away that she had no intention of her time being wasted.
"Yes," both answered, subtly handing back each others resumes before standing up. So Nirvana was right. The 'second interview' was merely a formality.
"Well let's go, I don't have all day. We've got big guests coming in today and you'll both be dealing with them so be prepared," she stated before bustling her way back down the hall with Crane and Nelson in tow. Both looked at one another before smirking at one another.
"Good to work with you, Dr. Crane," Nirvana stated politely but her smirk still stayed on her lips.
"You as well, Dr. Nelson," he replied back, pushing his hair out of his face as they walked a fast pace to follow the short woman.
They moved through the asylum with quick steps. They were shown their lockers and both quickly stowed away their things and we're on the move again. The tiny woman showed them each level of the asylum by pointing them out on the elevator but neither doctor took a step on that level and were told to ride the elevator to the bottom floor. This floor belonged to maximum security inmates.
"Since you're both sooo well trained, they decided you'd be better use with the scum. You'll meet a man named Cash down there. He'll take you the rest of the way," the woman snipped, her disdain obvious in her tone. Both Doctors thanked her. They stepped into the elevator and waited for the doors to close before looking at each other and then looking back to the cold elevator doors as they shut tightly and rattled it's way down to the bottom floor.
And that is the first episode! I know it's not a super exciting first chapter but I was hoping to set the stage and the main character. It will pick up the pace within the next chapter.