Bat-Man Chronicles: Arkham Mayhem
Chapter 1
The rain pounded hard against the ground, beating it mercilessly. Arkham Island's legacy was bathed in blood and anguish, much to the pleasure of its former owner, Amadeus Arkham. But now he, at one time Arkham's most prestigious psychiatrist, sat screaming in the corner of his cell, just like the patients he once treated. He saw the inmates of Arkham as dogs, who could only learn through discipline. His own sanity, however, was lost through all the years of loss and tragedy.
However, the asylum's new owner, Quincy Sharp, saw it fit to carry on Arkham's view on how patients were to be treated. The asylum had been home to some of Arkham City's most feared super-criminals. But who could match up to these seemingly unstoppable forces of evil? All thugs and criminals fear him; he is an unstoppable force of darkness; he is the silent guardian who lurks in the shadows; he is Bat-Man.
Some don't even think he exists, some say he's just a symbol for everyday people who stand up for what's right. Some say he's someone different every time; pretenders trying to be a hero. Whoever he is, he is a man of great intelligence and dexterity. He possesses great strength and skill. And above all, he carries the will to fight for what's right.
"Attention to all emergency units, Joker has been apprehended by Batman and is now en route to Arkham Island." The Joker had invaded city hall and held the mayor hostage. If it weren't for Batman, the mayor very well could've been dead. "Are we there yet? My feet are falling asleep back here!" the Joker said humorously from the backseat of the Bat-mobile. Bat-Man remained silent.
"Didn't you hear me, Bats? I wanna listen to some tunes! Put on the radio!" He still remained silent. "Fine, you never really were that much of a social person anyway," the Joker joked. Bat-Man pulled into the front of the sealed shut iron gates of Arkham Asylum. "Open," Bat-Man said, and the iron gates opened.
"Wow, is that great service or what?" the Joker snickered. Bat-Man dragged Joker to the front doors of the Intensive Treatment Facility on the island and went inside. "Hey Sharpie, love what you've done to the place!" Joker chortled. "That's Warden Sharp to you," Sharp responded. "I'll make sure you stay in this time!"
"Oh Sharpie, you just don't get it do you. The night is young, and I still have a trick or two up my sleeve. You'll see soon enough. I've got something especially planned for you." Joker said with an evil grin. "Quiet, clown!" Sharp demanded.