Arkham Asylum: Gravity
Takes place 1 year after the events of "The Dark Knight"
"Madness, you see is like gravity. All it takes is a little- PUSH!" -Joker
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A single mistake can haunt you for the rest of your life.
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I woke up; blood rushing to my head with my arms bound and nestled tightly around me with
- I look down to check- a straight jacket.
It takes me a few minutes to realize that I'm being hung upside down from the ceiling.
Where- No, what am I doing here?
As if on cue, a broken down radio stood up on the floor statics up and a familiar, slightly guttural voice sounds through the wires.
"Well, it seems that the Good Doctor is finallllllly awake."
I try to form some audible words but instead I groan. For some reason, I feel numb and disoriented. .
The Joker giggled, as though he were sharing a special inside joke with himself.
"Oh, and if you're wondering why you haven't, uh 'felt' any pain or blood loss by now, it's because I took the, mm, liberty of injecting some anesthetics before the….surgery.
And by the way, you should really remember to give, a… thanks… to your Scarecrow friend.
I was really just planning to cut you up a bit, but he had a MUCH better idea."
The radios transmit died out, ending with a laugh but not the Joker's. More frighteningly, it was Crane's familiar one, laced with pure malice.
My mouth lies agape as I work up my clogged brain to try to comprehend what the message meant.
Turning my head, I take a better view from my surroundings when I finally spot the steadily dripping pile of blood on the ground.
I trace the source of the dripping back to myself and I finally make the connection. The pain starts coming in, with sharp unexpected bursts.
After that, it was panic; Pure panic. My breathing becomes rapid as I manage to whisper,
"What have you done to me?"
Nobody answers, but I scream it the second time.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!!"
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0: 01
BANG
Various shrapnel and brick flew across the corridor as Gotham's Dark Knight infiltrated Arkham Asylum.
He made his way across the corridor to the high security level, stopping only once when a patrolling guard who had somehow escaped the escaped inmate's wrath, spotted him.
"Put your hands up-"
The guard didn't even get to finish his sentence as he was simply knocked out by the blow Batman dealt to his head.
Sighing, he then asked Alfred via radio what the police had gathered on the situation so far.
"Nearly all of the inmates have been set loose from the Asylum, but luckily the GPD has surrounded the Narrows and are apprehending the runaways at this moment."
Batman frowned in distaste; the last time the GPD tried to handle this ironically similar situation, it had gone down in smoke. But his main priority was the Joker.
"What about hostages?"
"So far, reports status that several guards, psychiatrists, and Dr. Arkham himself have been declared missing and are probably being held in the building."
As Alfred continued, he steadied himself outside the Joker's cell and used his gauntlet to tear it open.
SCREECH
Batman took a sharp intake of breath and fell into a battle stance, expecting a vicious attack; His eyes quickly darted across the room.
But it was empty, albeit a blood stained straight-jacket laid adjacently to the door.
Blood pounding, he examined the jacket and took the moment of supposed safety to get more information.
"Is there any chance that Dent is part of the Joker's plans?"
"No one can know for sure, Master Bruce. After he escaped from Arkham 6 months ago, there hasn't been a single sighting of him since. However, according to Commissioner Gordon, Dr. Crane was the one who started this bloody mess in the first place."
Bruce stiffened in surprise, and accidently fell out of his usual disguised and raspy voice.
"You mean Scarecrow? I thought this was the Joker's plan."
"Well, a couple of guards who were supposed to be patrolling the building were found miles away from their stations, trying to kill each other. It was identified as Scarecrow's fear toxin that did the trick."
"ONE murdering- psychopath is bad enough, but you're saying that there's more on the loose?!"
Irritated, Batman ripped the straight-jacket open and was about to throw it away when he noticed a slip of paper tucked inside.
He quickly unfolded it.
Look-out Behind You Bats
Hearing leaded footsteps behind him; he grabbed the person behind him but instead caught a prowling inmate by the collar. He was surprised to see a face that wasn't the Joker's, but his angry returned, two-fold.
"WHERE IS HE-"
Batman was cut short when a metal canister hit his forehead, cracked open, and released a gas that he accidently inhaled and immediately started choking on.
The nameless inmate was all smiles as he picked up Batman as he continued to struggle for consciousness.
"Ah, don't worry Bats. The games just begun and you haven't missed a. thing."
He laughed hysterically as the realization finally hits and the Dark Knight tried to claw his way out of his grasp but the gas takes full effect and his eyes roll back.
"No…it can't....be…….."
The world fades to black with the Joker's maniacal laughter as the closing credits.
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Author's note:
Phew. This is a project that I've been meaning to start ever since I saw the TDK, and I have to say, although it's not as messy as it could have been, it's nowhere near perfect. Seeing this is the introduction, I guess it's forgivable that it's pretty short but I also admit that this is a bit confusing. The story will clear up confusion as it goes along. (hopefully)