In a dark and dreary town there sat an asylum. It was for the worst of the worst. Only those with horrendous deeds could even make it past the gates in cuffs. Those that worked there were either crazy themselves or highly determined in their career choice. Yet, one person was known throughout the whole building, Batman. It didn't matter that some of the lucky ones never saw him. They all knew he lurked around the asylum with new criminals, everyone knew this, but the prisoner of the unknown cell. He was blissfully unaware of anything concerning bats. His life worked around few things. Well, until one fateful day.
I carefully guided the brush across the ceiling adding another delicate stroke to the night sky. I looked around my cell in slight confusion, as I tried to figure out what time it was. I figured it couldn't hurt to look around, and so I slipped out from the iron bars and headed topside. The first thing I noticed was the noise. It was loud. I had come up outside and was surrounded by my fellow cellmates. It was weird seeing others, as I hadn't left my cell in all the time it took to build my sky. I sighed, they were staring at me. All of them.
The first day he appeared to the Arkham Asylum inmates, caused quite a scene, and it wasn't just because he was "new". No, he was a skinny boy with messy hair that hung in his eyes. He was covered in dry paint and blood as he strolled before them. Yet, aside from all this, he had six inhibitors on. Each sparked as he walked and yet he didn't react. The guards watched him with a careful eye. They were sure he'd cause trouble. So, as he walked towards a criminal famous for his scars the whole room grew in tension.
The boy looked up at the burnt criminal and after a few seconds of hesitation, words of unknown language escaped his mouth. Now, on a good day and to the right person this little incident wouldn't matter. Unfortunately, it was neither the right place, the right time, or the right person. A quarter fell to the floor ending on heads and a punch was thrown. The guards watched, taking their tasers out, but that was unnecessary. There the small boy was holding the crazy man's face with the most surprised expression. Instead of initiating a fight he turned around and walked off. Where?
Well, to a pretty little blonde and again spoke in an unknown language. Her reaction was quite different. "Kid I don't know what you're saying," she stated. She smiled at the boy quite entertained. Many of the Arkham Asylum members watched either interested or angry. After all, a little kid in Arkham could ruin their reputation. The kid though paid them no mind as he stared the blonde in concentration. Then, as a look of success passed over his face he cleared his throat.
"What is the date here in καθαρτήριο?" He asked. His head tilted to the side as she stared at him in confusion for a second.
"Oh, you mean Arkham! Well, it's only the fourth silly!" She laughed as she walked away. The boy squinted his eyes as he watched her leave. Mutters of an unknown language once again coming from his mouth. Then, he released a sigh and sat down against the wall determined to just enjoy some time away from his cell.
"So, who was that?" Poison Ivy asked her friend. The blonde looked back over to the small boy. A frown flittered over her mouth for just a second, before a grin tore shrugged before turning back to her friend.
"Who knows? Now back to the plan!" Harley announced, bouncing around with energy.