Prologue
The feeling in my chest made it hard to breath. How could all this have happened this way? Nothing was even making sense anymore. The air was filled with the stench of filth. How could I be shocked about that though? It was after all the least of my problems. I felt vulnerable, more vulnerable than I have ever been in my life. Here I was In Arkham Asylum. The pit for Gotham's filth. Here I was, not as Batman. No. I was the man under the cowl. Bruce Wayne. It was still hard to believe as the doctors where dragging me to the cell that they called my new home. It sickened me. I knew I could escape if I wanted to but how could I risk the chance of anyone finding out who I really was. With a deep breath I sighed heavily. All I could do was play around for now and try to find a way out when I can.
"We are here Mr. Wayne. Your new home." The doctor had distracted me from my thoughts.
A sudden dark feeling came upon me as they opened the cell door. As Batman I wouldn't have even worried about the person who caught my attention. But as Bruce Wayne I knew I was not in a simple position to defend myself from this man. I couldn't keep my eyes off the man that was just casually sitting on one of the beds in the cell. The man's features I was all too familiar with. The grin was plastered on his pale white face. The exceptions to the man's pale skin was his red stained lips. The green eyes they could show the insanity of this man in a split moment as well fool almost the smartest man with hiding the darkest of lies. The bright green hair that was neatly combed.
"Well, well isn't it old Brucie boy?" The grin grew as giggles escaped from the man. The man I knew as the Joker. The insane murderous clown prince of crime. The man who was to say my alter egos arch enemy and here now I was sharing a cell with this clown. I felt my eyes glare like daggers at the clown as I was forced into the cell with him.
"Be sure to not end up killing this cellmate Joker. You don't want to be stuck completely isolated do you?" The guard warned though his voice easily gave away his fear of the clown. I could only think if I had noticed the clown did as well. The sound of laughter just simply confirmed my beliefs.
"Oh? Me kill? Why would I do such a thing?" giggles grew louder from the clown as much to my annoyance he stood from his seat and walked over to me and put his arm around my shoulder.
"Brucie and I our old pals! I would never do anything to a friend of mine." The laughter was now obviously not as controlled. I quickly shrugged him off. Showing my annoyance at him that he just ignored.
The guard gave a warning look, before leaving me and the clown alone to our cell. The feeling of uneasiness was starting to creep up on me again. I was now stuck in Arkham. The worse place to be. To add to it my roommate of all people had to be the Joker. Also to top it off I wasn't here as Batman I was here as Bruce Wayne.