All right, here is chapter one. It's Batman's thoughts really, and yeah, check the bottom for info on Arkham Asylum, it's a (very very very good) video game.
Chapter One: Batman
I've always been a night person. From the day I was born, and up to now, that's how it's always been. When I was a baby, I would like to sleep during the day, and play at night, to playing little board games lit by a flashlight with Rachel. My parents were murdered at night, exactly 10:47 p.m., outside the Monarch Theatre, to where I am now.
Beating thugs to a pulp, and grinding scum into the ground, and taking down the psychotic freaks, that's how I spend my nights nowadays. After my parents death, and the intense seven years of nonstop, cruel, dangerous training, and the loss of Rachel, and when Dick Grayson left the family, I've learned that sooner or later I'm going to loose everything. So I might as well do my part to delay that inevitable fact of life for the good citizens of Gotham City. And to do that, I have to don the cowl of Batman.
Sure, I still had Alfred, he has been absolutely perfect to me for all these years, and though he still contradicts my role as Batman, he understands my need for it, and helps in everyway he can. I have Barbara, and Tim, but things have been difficult with Tim lately. After the events of Arkham Asylum, Barbara and I have become much closer. Barbara was there in Arkham, when Joker took the place over, and turned his thugs and even himself in to giant monsters, she was at my side as Batgirl, and without her I doubt I would've been able to restore Joker back to himself, save Commissioner Gordon, and stop Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Zsasz, Scarecrow, Killer Croc, Bane, and countless others.
It took a lot from a sixteen one year old girl- well, woman, I still see her as a girl. She'd earned my respect after the Arkham takeover, and we now met during the day, talked, even causally sometimes, and regularly fought crime together. We were often with Tim, but like I said, he's complicated. Tim felt like he was responsible for my and Barbara's injuries, because he wasn't there. But a fifteen-year-old boy just couldn't have handled the Titan monsters that Joker created, so I'm happy he didn't have to witness it. He did help by sending information to Barbara and I, with Alfred's help.
And there were things like growing up. He feels like I should be able to help him with things like the voice cracking, girls, and different kinds of new feelings, puberty stuff. But I spent those years grieving my parent's death, so I doubt my advice would be helpful. But I try, being Batman, keeping up a fake happy public image as "Gotham's most eligible bachelor" , and surrogate father, it's not easy. I try not to let those feelings effect my nights of soaring over Gotham, but there beginning to become too overwhelming.
And there was even more to think about. Such as, since the Joker destroyed Arkham Asylum, what will happen to the criminals while they're subdued? And where is Dick now? And why haven't I had much trouble from most of the psychos that normally cause more and more Goddamn trouble? More and more questions, and very few can be answered. But speaking of psychos, looks like Gotham needs some weed killer. Time to push the thoughts back, like I've been doing for years now.
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