Just another idea I`m trying out :3
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Bruce Wayne never felt more at home than the moment he entered Arkham. A part of him, a submissive, hidden part of him took comfort in the Asylum, a part of him knew he belonged here. But the other more dominant part of him kept everything level, everything meticulous as he focused on his goal. He wasn`t here to confront his mental stability. No, his reasons here were far darker, far more complicated.
"Here we are Mister...," the woman came to a pause in front of the room, her eyes on her clipboard as she flipped through it a few times before coming to a pause. "Mister Danvers."
Bruce managed a wry smile. Not the charming grins the billionaire was known for, but instead a more immature, toothy grin that showed off his newly placed teeth. He had Lucius pick them out for him, much as he had allowed Lucius to pick out most of his disguise. Erik Danvers, a completely new alias for the vigilante. Unlike his other alter egos, Erik wasn`t the brutal Crusader that was the Dark Knight, nor was he the lowly mobster that was Matches Malone. Erik was completely new, designed solely to infiltrate Arkham.
A nutjob with a passion for blowing stuff up. Not the most original idea, but Bruce was short on time. Jokers bomb would be going off any day now, and he only had so much time to figure out how to get his hands on it. This was a last-ditch effort anyways, he was still hoping any moment now Alfred would contact him. Telling him that Dick or Tim already found it, that it had already been defused, that he could return to normality. Well, whatever normality was to him.
Arkham always had a bad effect on him, taunting him with its endless halls, mocking him with its plain rooms. Sometimes Bruce would wonder if he truly belonged here, tied up to a bed just like the other inmates. He had heard it all before as Batman, how thugs would call him batshit crazy. As of late, he was wondering how much truth that statement held.
"Alright Mr. Danvers," the nurse held the metal door open for him, her tired eyes gesturing for him to get in. "Group sessions are at twelve, lunch is in the mess hall at three. Someone will come get you when its time. You need to behave yourself, or else you`ll get yourself a one way ticket to permanent isolation, and we wouldn`t want that, would we?" she stopped speaking for a moment, waiting for him to reply. After a moment of thought, Bruce replied with a yes ma`am. The woman smiled at that, returning her attention to her clipboard. "Let`s see, you can start by getting changed. Lights out at 9pm sharp… you know Mr. Danvers, I`ve seen a bunch of crackpots come and go in my time `ere. I`ve seen all the monsters Gothams got to offer, and let me tell you somethin`, you ain`t one of `em. Compared to the psychos in `ere, you`re pretty tame. A decent guy with some mental issues, that`s no problem, no problem at all. Arkham was built to help people like you, not harbor them monsters the Bat don`t got the guts to kill."
Bruce didn`t say anything, training his green contact lens on the bed ahead of him. The cell was relatively small, but then again it would be compared to the lavish rooms he was used to sleeping in. On the rare occasions that he chose to sleep that was. Still, there was a sense of homeliness to it. With the long, white bed that covered about half the space, brown belts hanging from the sides, probably in place to strap down the more active inmates. There was a small desk and chair, mostly empty spare a few scraps of paper. A small toilet, sink, and mirror sat neatly in the other corner, crowding the already tiny space. It wasn`t ideal, but it was what Bruce expected. He`d get used to it after a bit of time, though personally, he was hoping to cut this little visit short.
"So, try and behave, you`ll do just fine Mr. Danvers." The nurse smiled now, placing a soft hand over Bruce`s chest. She was clearly taking an interest to him judging by the way she smiled, the way she touched him, the way her cheeks gave away the tiniest hint of nervousness. "So, any questions before I leave you to it?"
"The other inmates…" Bruce was a little careful as he spoke, trying to fake a bit of an accent. "Will I get to see them?"
"During group sessions and lunch, yeah." She nodded before frowning, "Be careful who you get all chummy with though, some of `em are complete loons. Take that Nigma fellow for example, complete creep, always askin` me these damn riddles. Then there`s that twoface guy, can`t even look at him without breakin` a sweat. Oh, and don`t get me started on the clown. Most of us try to keep away from him. God have mercy on the poor soul that has to tend to that psycho."
Bruce tried to act all aloof, shrugging casually as he slumped down onto the bed. The nurse smiled one last time at him before mumbling a casual farewell and leaving. The door closed with a soft thud before the grating of metal locks made their way into Bruce`s head.
Alas, he had done it, he had successfully gotten himself locked up in Arkham. For a moment the man just sat there, contemplating and thinking before realizing just how uncomfortable his disguise was making him. After carefully listening for any visitors, Bruce made his way to the mirror, looking up at a man he couldn`t recognize. Slowly he opened the tap, splashing a strange grayish-brown water over his face. It didn`t feel at all clean, but what alternative was there?
Slowly, the man removed his contact lens, blinking his naturally blue eyes a few times. Next, he removed the fake teeth, allowing his jaw a moment to accustom to its usual self. That was truly all he could do; the rest would have to come off some other time. His hair and eyebrows had been dyed a light brownish-blonde colour. He had also allowed his facial hair to grow a bit, giving himself a decent stubble that Bruce Wayne would never permit. Though the changes weren`t too drastic, all the new features allowed him to fool most people. Even Alfred had trouble recognizing him before he left for Arkham.
Now then, onto the plan.
Joker had planted a bomb. No big deal, Bruce was used to the clown's utter love for explosives. This time, however, he couldn`t find it, all of his gadgets, all of his tricks, all of them useless. Not only was the bomb able to take out Gotham, but according to the Joker, it would wipe out the entire eastern seaboard. So, Bruce decided to let his alter ego take it from there, allowing the Batman to interrogate the Joker as brutally as possible before apprehending him. It appeared the Joker himself had no idea where the bomb was, personally leaving that information with Harley.
The next step was naturally to track down Harley, something Dick had managed without issue. Unfortunately, it turned out she had left Gotham, taking the information with her. All Bruce knew was that she had a plan, a failsafe to break out the Joker. That was when his own plan came into action. Bruce would infiltrate Arkham, get into the Jokers inner circle, and when Harley came to bust them out, he would let her lead him straight to the bomb.
Of course, the plan wasn`t too well-received by Nightwing, or Robin, or even Alfred for that matter. But it didn`t matter, their concern -despite how comforting- didn`t matter. All that mattered was Gotham`s safety, and Bruce was more than willing to put his body, soul and sanity on the line.
"Hey Danvers!" there was a harsh knock on the door followed by a gruff voice. Bruce acted quickly, trying to stay silent as he accidentally poked his eye when rushing to put the contacts back on. He wasn`t sure why he didn`t hear the guard coming, but he didn't have time to worry about it. The detective quickly turned around just as the guard opened the door, his tall frame taking up most of the doorway.
"Lunch. Now. Get in there newbie." The man chuckled his thumb behind his back, and Bruce quickly obliged. He wasn`t sure if he should look relaxed or moody, so the billionaire settled for his usual neutral expression. He probably should have taken more time to flesh out Erik`s personality and quirks, but as mentioned before, time was short.
The guard had placed a meaty hand on Bruce`s shoulder, tugging him along rather forcefully down the white halls. Bruce wondered if he should rebel but decided against it as the guard roughly shoved him along a blue, barred room. Behind the bars he could see a large, cafeteria-like room, filled to the brim with thugs and criminals he unfortunately recognized. For a moment, he wondered if he could take them all if things went south. Hopefully, he wouldn`t have to find out. The guard came to a pause as two other guards slid open the barred gate, nodding as the first guard pushed him in before the gates closed.
Bruce slyly looked over his shoulder, noting the best way to escape if the need arose. He knew for a fact that he couldn`t escape from the inside, after all, it was the Batman himself who had designed the bars especially to keep inmates in. However, if the guards were to come in, he could take that opportunity to prop the door open or slip by quickly. Hopefully it wouldn`t come to that though, hopefully he could stay in one piece `till Harley showed up.
Now back in character, Bruce turned his attention to the line in front of him. A series of gruff thugs- some he recognized, some he didn`t- stood in a line before him, all of their eyes on the lunch lady ahead. Bruce had a brief flashback to his days in Gotham`s elite prep school before brushing off the memories and taking a few steps forward. He picked up a tray from the nearest stack, keeping his eyes trained on the floor as he walked by the stands, accepting anything that looked mildly appetizing.
Finally, he found himself at the other end with a tray full of hopefully edible food. Now all he needed was a seat, and rather meticulously, the detective scanned the room. The Joker was nowhere in sight, unfortunate since his plan solely depended on the clown. He`d have to keep busy with something else until the clown showed up. After a moments thought his eyes landed on Scarecrow. According to the Arkham files he had hacked to prep for the mission, he knew that Dr. Crane and the Joker had a bit of a relationship. He wouldn`t call them friends though, perhaps acquaintances.
The good doctor was sitting by himself, not that that surprised Bruce. He didn`t expect Crane to have many friends considering his unfavorable reputation. Still, that made walking down the room and joining him at his table all the easier.
Crane glared up at him, dark eyes finding their way into his soul, much as they always did. The doctor had a habit of hooking into you, striking you with a sense of dread. Bruce usually found his alter egos cowl did well at protecting him from Cranes innate aura. But now, without the cowl, Bruce felt more vulnerable as he sat across one of his greatest adversaries.
"They call you the Scarecrow out there." Bruce began to speak, noticing that his fake accent was completely gone, replaced with something more natural.
"They call me worse things in here." Dr. Crane continued to glare, his expression as dreary and menacing as his tone. "Be very careful. You assume I`m helpless without my mask and toxins. Do not make that mistake."
"I don`t make mistakes." Bruce replied, one again forgetting to disguise his voice. It was just instinctive to talk to Crane the way he always did, with enough seriousness and grittiness to convey his determination. Bruce was quite literally fighting the urge to use his Batman voice. "I`m a fan of your work." Bruce continued, managing a serious smile. "I admire Gotham`s finest, I was hoping to meet you. I`m an eager fan of the Joker, do you know where I could find him?"
"Seeking out the Joker?" the doctor gave a half-hearted chuckle. "You are quite foolish. The last brat that sucked up to him disappeared. They found him a month later. In the vents. In pieces."
"Do you know where he is?" Bruce simply repeated his earlier question, completely unfazed by Cranes story.
The doctor only looked at him, his glare softening to a more amused expression as he looked the man before him up and down.
"Do you not fear death?" Crane leaned in a little, his dark eyes boring into Bruce`s green contacts.
The detective didn`t reply.
"What do you fear then?" Crane persisted regardless.
"Nothing." Bruce answered casually, still waiting for the answer he wanted.
"Ah, you should fear something." Crane chuckled again, "You will. Soon. Arkham does that to a person. It takes a relatively insane soul and breaks them down to the fundamentals. Arkham brings out the monsters in us all. You think you`re in this Asylum because you`re insane? Oh, you have no idea. You have no idea what this place will do to you."
Bruce took a moment to process those words, dismissing it as the rantings of a mentally unstable criminal.
"Are you going to answer my question?" Bruce finally asked, noting the way Crane smiled a loose smile.
"I like you." Crane stated before answering, "Joker skips lunch often. None of the guards have the audacity to force him into anything. Most of his time is spent in his room, plotting and scheming I suppose. Not that I know what that clown is up to half the time. His philosophies make good conversation but I do not consider us friends… Speaking of which, I would be careful approaching him. He is unpredictable, may talk one way but act completely different. He may manipulate you, lead you on only to stab you in the back. In this case, fear can guide you well if you allow it too."
Bruce said nothing to that. He wasn`t scared of the Joker, if anything he would feel surprisingly calm in the clown's presence. He had a feeling that no one knew the clown as well as the Batman did, he had a feeling that the Jokers unpredictability was a meticulous science in the Batman's eyes.
This would be a piece of cake, all he had to do was find the Joker and get on his good side. That shouldn`t be too hard, he knew for a fact that the clown as already obsessed with his alter ego, catching his attention again shouldn`t be too hard. Besides, if things go south, Bruce knew he could handle himself.
The detective most certainly wasn`t afraid. Not of Scarecrow, not of Joker, and especially not of Arkham.
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Please throw me some feedback if you can. I`d love to hear if anyone's interested in this idea, and reviews are truly encouraging.
In regards to the rating, there will probably be depictions of violence and extensive sex-related themes. I don`t know if it`s going to be hardcore Joker on Batman though, I`ve never written yaoi but I`m willing to try. Regardless, I do not know if this even is a yaoi. I`m aiming for a dark, one-sided sexual attraction on the Jokers part (because we all know he`s batsexual af), but I guess we`ll get into details on that when we get there. Just throwing it out there is all.
Anyways, please review and have a wonderful day :3~