Prologue
My name is Conor Drysdale, and at this moment in time I am tied to a metal chair in just my boxers. There's a hessian bag pulled over my head to stop me from seeing anything, which is quite rude. I am, I presume, in the main base of Arkahm City, the sprawling mega prison used to house most of Gotham's super villains, murderers, rapists, thieves, vandals ect ect, but as I have a bag over my head, I'm not sure. While I'm sitting here, metaphorically twiddling my thumbs, I may as well tell you a bit about myself.
Like I said, my name is Conor Drysdale. I'm fifteen years old and my parents are dead. Ran over when I was three. My sister died when I was five. Grandparents dead by seven. Eight years I've been in the Gotham orphanage, but I try to spend as little time there as possible. It was this distaste of the orphanage that got me into this mess. I sneak out every night and wander round Gotham, watching films, picking up girls, that sort of stuff. But then, last week, while I was kissing a girl in My Alibi, a nightclub in New Gotham a man walked up to me. Seedy sort of bloke, in a trench coat. He asked me how old I was and I told him, then he said he had a job for me. I said I wasn't interested, until he told me how much he'd pay me, and then I agreed to help him. I left the girl there and the pair of us left My Alibi and started walking. He said that something strange was happening in Arkham City, which now took up all of Old Gotham, and that he wanted to find out what. He'd shut down all of the security cameras and mess up the security, and all I had to do was sneak in and download the encrypted files, then bring them back to him. He said that even if I was caught, they couldn't do anything cause I was a kid. Sounded simple, and it was supposed to be.
I snuck across the bridge and found the entrance the guy said about, and I got inside. Sure enough, the alarms were going off like he said, so all I had to worry about was being caught. I sneaked through the facility, myself being quite sneaky from my nightly exploits and found a computer. I logged on and used my phone to hack into it, then dragged the files off it onto a memory stick. Then it all went wrong. I opened the door and came face to face with a shotgun wielding TYGER guard, one of the paramilitary mercenaries hired by the guy in charge of Arkham to protect it. I went back inside the room and barricaded the door. Here was me, thinking about how clever I was, barricading myself in, and was about to escape through the window. Until he shot the door down. Before I could say anything he hit me in the back of the head with the barrel of the gun and that was that. Now I'm here.
But hold on, I think I hear someone coming.
The door opened and I hear a few pairs of footsteps come inside.
"What are you doing in here Mr Drysdale?" A deep voice asked. "Yes, we know your name."
"I was looking for the little boy's room." I answered him.
The hessian sack was pulled off my head and I blinked as the bright light dazzled me. As my eyes adjusted I saw that in front of me were two TYGER guards, each with their assault rifles pointed at me, and a man in a white lab coat and a funny beard in the middle of them.
"Mr Drysdale, I will ask you once again. What were you doing in here?"