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"Welcome to Arkham, sweetie." The Nurse at the front desk said kindly as she smiled down at him. "What's you're name?"

The teen just stared at her to the police man, Officer Grayson spoke for him. "His name is Alvin Draper."

"Oh, let me check the computer. "Ah, here he is. Well, officer if you bring him down the hall right over there a guard will register him in, than you're free to leave."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

Tim Drake or rather here known as Alvin Draper decided that once this mission was over he decided that he was going to find a mission that called for a male stripper and eh was going to make Dick do it. He stood still as they patted him down, a few times he had to be still when they brushed against inappropriate places.

After that a guard made Tim strip all the way down before making him walk to the showers, rise off before they h handed him the Arkham wardrobe. The long gown stopped just below the knee, a light blue robe went over that and slippers, and of course underwear. No pants but that was expected in the ward he was going to be in since they had stopped the wearing pants because someone manged to hang themselves with a pair.

The guard pushed him along the hall where Tim noticed all criminals he had fought before. A part of him thanked God that Joker was in a body cast and still had five months to heal. The cells had been remade recently, they where smaller, bars thicker, and other such things.

As they made it to a cell Tim noticed that it had two beds in it. Twin beds one on each side. He was sharing? Not part of the plan. Damn it Dick. Just before Tim could even think of what he was going to say to Dick when he got home the door opened and three guards stepped in.

"Yes?" Tim asked feeling the hair of the back of his neck stand on end.

They chuckled when once came forward grabbed him by the arm. "It's you're first day. We're here to give you a welcome."

With that Tim was slammed into the wall. Tim braced himself before lifting up his arms and legs to protect himself as they punched and kicked him. He could handle the pain. He was trained too but still he was glad when they left all laughing their head off.

Laying there Tim groaned knowing he was going to be bruised badly tomorrow. Sitting up he winced. Suddenly someone was behind him helping him up.

"Are you alright?"

Tim looked over to see a redhead with bright emerald eyes. "Ysh... Hi, I'm Alvin."

"Edward." The Riddler said pulling the boy to his feet. "Edward Nigima."

Oh, Tim was so going to send Dick on a mission as a male stripper and he was going to let Barbara watch over him the whole time.

"Stay close, Alvin," Edward said as he lead the way to the lunch room. "It's you're first day so you'll be picked on a lot btu if you stay with me, you'll be fine."

Looking around Tim frowned. He was sure that Bruce had paid for them to remodel Arkham but instead it looked like the inside was decaying. They made it to the lunch hall. Edward grabbed a tray before guesting for Alvin to following him and warmed him on what was alright to eat and what wasn't.

Just as they sat down Jervis aka Mad Hatter joined them.

"Where's Jonathan?" Edward asked looking around concerned.

"They took him to see... him."

Tim didn't fail to notice how both of the Rouges shivered. Standing up Tim excused himself. "I need the restroom. Be right back."

Once alone Tim slipped away into the vents heading towards the offices where they had doctors. He wanted to see what the doctor was up too because they way the others had refused to say his name was a red flag. Easily slipping into another vent he could hear mumbling voices. Heading that way he heard deep breathing and groaning.

Tim found the office where a man who looked like an older man, still young enough but older and he had gray hair on the side of his head. He was sitting on a chair across form Johnathon Crane who was hand cuffed to his chair, his leg tied down as well. Crane had his head on the table and he was groaning in discomfort. The table had a bow of what looked like oatmeal in it was more than half eaten. Maybe with five more bites to it.

"Now, than Johnathan," The doctor said his voice deep and strong that reminded Tim of nice Grandfather who where talking to their small grandchildren. "You know the rules. I let you have a two minute break. Now sit up."

The Scarecrow seemed to have a hard time forcing himself to sit up and when he did he was pale, sweat on his brow. He was panting softly looking miserable. The doctor smiled nodding before he reached over to the bow taking it. He scooped up a spoonful of the oatmeal before pressing ti against Johnathon's mouth.

The redish-brown man took the bite chewing slowly before swallowing it letting it a gasp. Tow more bites looked painful before he turned away from the next spoon looking like he was going to faint. The doctor urged him to continue eating.

After four bites Johnathan was ready to heave. Tim watched as the doctor held the bowl up as villain heaved again this time throwing up the food. The doctor sighed shaking his head before sitting the bowl away looking at the blue eyed man.

"You failed again."

"I can't eat three bowls of that." Johnathan growled "It's too much!"

The man suddenly went from looking like a kind old grandpa to something that made Tim shiver. "Do you care to repeat that, boy?"

"... N-no..." Johnathan looked away. "I'm sorry..."

What happened next made Tim want to vomit, as the man picked up the bowl and started to force his patient to eat it.

Tim lay in bed unable to sleep.

What he had seen had made him utter sick. He had come to his room only to throw up in the toilet twice before ha laid down. Edward had come back right before lights out and took the time to scold at him for taking off. After that the Riddler started to draw childishly, mostly about Batman dying in the oddest ways. One with the Bat choking on a stick of butter.

Nights passed slowly. Long after everyone was asleep Tim was still awake. After all he didn't' sleep much and what happened earlier still on his mind. As he thought about this he heard a scrap of a key. Sitting up frowning Tim could heard a mumbling voice outside the door. Soon a large potbelly guard opened the door obviously drunk came into the room using the door to stand.

"What the hell?" Tim sat up more when he was suddenly pulled off his bed by Edward just as the guard stumbled onto his bed. "What the hell is he doing?!"

"Shh!" Edward pushed Tim over to his bed before trying to stuff him under it. "Just stay under here, don't move, don't make a sound and cover you ears. He'll be gone soon."

It was dark as the guard stumbled to get the door closed. At first Tim thought that Riddler was going to lead the drunk away until he heard a creak and Edward grunt in pain. The guards erotic breathing could be heard along with gaps and grunts of pain.

Twenty minutes later the guard left sighing pleased.

Tim paused before he patted the underside of the bed. "Are you okay?"

For a long time Edward said nothing before Tim heard him whisper. "Just fine."

"How can they get away with stuff like that?"

Riddle laughed. "No one would ever believe us."

"What about Batman?"

"Riddle me this, Riddler me that, no one would believe us not even the Big Black Bat."

Maybe not, but Tim had a feeling that Bruce Wayne was going to be visiting Arkham very soon and Alvin Drape was going to be leaving before the sun rose.

Request. TBC?