Holy hell was this place creepy. I stood at the front gates of Arkham Asylum to begin my job as a therapist. Psychoanalyzing the most notorious criminals in Gotham City wasn't going to be a piece of cake, but I was ready for anything they were going to throw at me.
I walked towards the creepy, almost gothic building as worrying thoughts filled my brain: what if one of these psychos were to kill me? Taking a deep breath, I pushed the doors open and entered the foyer.
It appeared cold and unforgiving while my footsteps echoed across the metal paneling as I walked to the door that read: Arkham Asylum Intensive Treatment. Standing in front of the door was Warden Sharp, my new boss.
"Miles Liebermann, I presume?" he asked.
I nodded. It didn't seem to be a bad start so far…
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sharp. Honestly, I'm kind of scared."
Mr. Sharp patted me on the back and said, "We may have a bad reputation, but we'll always have Batman to put these criminals back if they ever escape."
I heard stories about this Batman guy, but I've never seen him personally. This should be fun to interview the guys who get their asses kicked by him on a daily basis.
"So, when do I start?"
"You seem awfully enthusiastic about this. Why don't you do it now? I'll send in your first patient immediately."
I shook his hand and walked to wherever my office was. Oh boy, this was going to be interesting…