AN: Hey this is HauntingWolf. I've been a part of Fanfic for a couple of years now and have finally decided to take a crack at writing Please review and tell me what you think
Disclaimer: I do not own batman or any of its characters
Chapter1: Welcome to Arkham Asylum
The clouds that day were overbearing. Gloomy. Depressing. Not a shred of light peaked through the clouds in Gotham….Not too out of the ordinary, it was Gotham after all. It was cold and the heater of the armored vehicle wasn't working…..or the sick bastards just didn't turn it on. Who'd care for a pair of criminals after all? The shackles on her wrists, ankles, and even her neck, weren't assisting when it came to keeping her warm, but that was a bit obvious, she mused. They seemed to suck the heat from her marrow, and they were far from comfortable, chaffing her pale vulnerable skin. If she was herself before the incident she would have cringed, but at the moment she felt...well not that it mattered how she felt but to be frank she was too tired to feel at the moment.
It was quiet, and apart from the guttural rumbling of the engine, the vehicle was silent. She looked around, eyes flicking about here and there, taking care not to move her cold eyelids too much for fear her actual eyeball would grow cold. She saw the guard decked in navy blue in her peripheral at the end of her bench, face mask in place, gun at the ready, still as stone. Rigid. He almost seemed unnerved. Good his mere presence made her skin burn, made her want to gag…if she had been alone in here with him she would have been seething…or hyperventilating. Calm down, calm down…..don't think about it….
She traced her blue eyes across the walls to rest on her younger sister Rachel. A feeble girl, lucky to be 100 pounds and maxed at 5 feet 2 inches. She was a gaunt thing, no matter how much she ate, she just didn't seem to gain wait; which isn't really a good thing, especially in Gotham, for even though eccentricities reined supreme, it was fundamental you could at least have some physical attribute to offer. She always seems frail, breakable, and still, she seemed to continue withering away, smaller and skinnier, everything she wore was baggy…. this told her sister her tendencies were back…..something she despised about her sister. Her thin dirty blonde hair clung to her head, matted, lanky, and her pale, angled face was void, hollow; most likely lost in her own thoughts.
Rachel's blue eyes roved over to her sisters (probably the result of feeling a second pair of eyes trained on her and she swore silently that if the guard didn't take his eyes off of her sister, he wouldn't have them anymore) and locked them. Rachel gave a small smile off, and her sister gave her a reluctant half-hearted smile in return, still partly thinking about that little detail she found sickening, but also partly convinced all would be well eventually. A fine brow arched on the small dirty blonde's face.
"What?"
Rachel's voice was soft. Quiet. A bit high too but not to an aggravating octave. It wasn't unexpected; quiet looking girl, a quiet sounding voice.
"Are you okay?"
Her voice came out low and vibrating, a simple drawl, and anyone could have called it monotone, yet Rachel knew she was tired; her usual gleaming blue eyes were dull, half-lidded.
"Pardon?"
The whole time the guard had been watching them, flipping his head back and forth like an idiot, growing tense for god knows what reason. This didn't go unnoticed by the long haired brunet sitting across from Rachel, he never left her attention; she couldn't afford being startled by him if she forgot about him.
"Quiet!"
Rachel flinched, naïve to being treated so harshly by a stranger, mostly because she was the youngest and was sheltered by her father a bit more than her older sister…well, at least what he knew about was what she was protected from.
"You don't need to-"
"Rachel… don't bother…" the brunet droned, glaring at the guard in a loathing manner. Disgusting. Abominable. Theguard released a snort of disgust and silence dominated the armored vehicle once again.
Half an hour passed and the vehicle came to a stop. Clanging echoed inside the vehicle as the locks were taken off the doors outside. The doors swung open and a gloomy yet natural light filled the interior of the truck. She tensed when they began unhooking their chains from the walls of the truck, every ounce of the brunet's being holding her back from going bat shit crazy when they went for the metal collar; they were so damn close. The dirty blonde seemed perfectly fine with the proximity, lucky little cow got a female guard to release her ankles and wrists completely. Yes, leave me in my shackles…because I stood a chance of killing you fuckers without them… Both sisters were lead out of the back of the truck, a good 20 guards waiting outside, fully armed.
Honestly, Rachel couldn't fathom why they'd need so many guards on a 24 year old and a 21 year old; it just didn't make sense in her frazzled mind. Until of course one of the guards radios went off saying a patient that was category 9 was being brought in by Batman. She merely blinked wondering who it could be, though didn't fret too much; such things were pointless to wonder. She shrugged.
"Oh… that makes sense I guess…."
The brunet simply nodded, not caring to wonder what Rachel meant. Glancing around the empty, dead courtyard the brunet took everything in as little as it was….a broken see saw with a hat on the end caught her eye; honestly the idea of playing on one, even if she were a kid didn't seem to appealing, she mused. A slight tug on the chains indicated to start walking, only four guards marched the two girls down the cold, gray cobblestone pathway. At the door was standing a pudgy, balding man with thick rimmed glasses in a gray suit; if it weren't for his arrogant stance with his hands folded behind his back, she'd say he could blend into the background. He slowly looked over the sisters with a disapproving look that only grew worse as time drew on and then clucked his tongue in distaste. The brunet frowned and raised a brow.
"Good day ladies," he said in a voice with an air of arrogance and self-importance, really she saw it coming, "I am Warden Sharp." The brunet grimaced, how she hated arrogance….the man was nothing in her eyes….a sack of organs that was no different than anyone else….she was positive he abused the power he had here…
"Don't care."
The old man blanched at the audacity she had, and at the corner of her eye she saw a guard with a hook for a hand start to silently chuckle; his chest rapidly rising and falling. She threw a rebellious smirk (though it never reached her eyes) and he looked back at her with a malicious glint in his eyes.
"Riley and Rachel Ashford…Welcome to Arkham Asylum."
