Hi Hi! I don't know what caused me to write this. Probably all the hours I've been logging on the Arkham series Batman games. Anyway I was just going to do a one shot, but I got to liking it. So I will add more as my muse strikes. I DO NOT OWN BATMAN (OR THE ARROW - SAID DUE TO REFERENCES NOT A CROSSOVER!)
Chapter One~ Enter Dr. Ootori
Gotham City is home to many dangerous criminals: The Joker, The Penguin, The Scarecrow, Two Face, The Riddler, The Black Mask, The Mad Hatter, The Ventriloquist and Scarface, Mister Freeze, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, The Red Hood, and that barely scraping the surface. And the place that houses these beyond dangerous people is, as you all no doubt know, Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane. The lesser criminals are in, slightly less well known, Blackgate Penitentiary (or as some like to call it Blackgate Prison Facility, Blackgate Correctional Facility, and whatever else they want to call it). These criminals are beaten down by a Hero that EVERYONE and I do mean EVERYONE has heard of, The Batman. But this is just the story opening. The painting of the scenery.
At Akrham Asylum for the Criminally Insane a new Doctor starts. Her name… Sara E. Ootori. With a name like Ootori, you'd think she's Japanese however she was merely adopted by a Japanese couple. She had icy blue eyes, long golden hair, and really pale skin from hardly going out into the sun or outside much. It was obvious from her appearance she was not her parents' biological child. She stood in slight heeled shoes, a nice dress, and a lab coat in Arkham looking out at where the prisoners - ahem- patients were allowed a bit of free time. She stood next to the warden… one Quincy Sharp. He had been showing her the patients and telling her about what was expected of her. She barely paid attention to him as he spoke on the dangers the job possessed and how she would have to submit to physical and psych evaluations every so often after what had happened with former Dr. Harleen Quinzel now known as Harley Quinn. Great. I really hope it isn't one of my colleagues evaluating me. She thought.
"Doctor Ootori… Doctor Ootori…" Warden Sharp said trying to capture her attention.
She jumped startled out of her thoughts and gave an apologetic grin, "Sorry."
"Just don't let it happen again," Sharp said. "Especially in front of the patients. And particularly the high profile ones… you know… The Joker, Pamela Isley, Jarvis Tetch, Edward Nigma… the so called super-criminals."
She nodded. She figured he meant for her to show no weakness to the criminals. She knew better than to let the patients get a foot hold in her. She was a promising star psychologist. She knew she would have to work hard, but she loved the challenge the human mind brought. It was something she just couldn't have a set rule for. Sure there were broad categories like schizophrenia or obsession compulsion disorder, but she loved that each mind was different. She loved unraveling the puzzles. That were the minds of the people she was to help.
After a few hours of being shown the Asylum and the ropes, she was given her own, rather small, office. She sat in her chair and started reading through her patient files. The files were mostly standard crazies, as they'd be labeled out in Gotham. She made an annoyed sound as she read through one file. The man had obvious schizophrenia and possibly PTSD and yet they hadn't properly diagnosed him. What kind of incompetent fools does Sharp have in this place? This is basic! Actually… most of these files are wrong… She flipped through several more files. Are they testing me? Is this a sick joke? Are the files actually wrong? She frowned emailed Warden Sharp and waited. After a while his response came.
"Dr. Ootori,
I see you've discovered our little test. It is meant to insure that our doctors, despite the background search, aren't faking their capabilities in the psychiatric field. We simply cannot take chances with cases such as the Joker here. I hope you will forgive the crude and impolite test. We cannot risk our patients or our staff with underqualified Doctors. Your real patient files will arrive shortly.
Warden Sharp"
She read the email again. Curt and to the point aren't you? Are you always an ass? Or is it only when you're running for mayor? She sighed and waited for the promised files. A knock on the door and a man gave her a few small files and then a rather large one. "No recorded name only known name is the alias 'The Joker'" written where the name was supposed to go. She froze.
"Why am I being given The Joker?" she asked quite worried as to why they would give someone new to the asylum The Joker. Sure I graduated young. And sure I've been teaching at Starling City University as head of the Psych department. But that doesn't mean I am ready for him.
"You're simply being added to his team. Chill out Doc," the man replied and left.
She shook unsure of what to do. She was nowhere near ready for The Joker. She sat there and debated calling Oliver, Felicity, Dig, or even Barry to do something about this. But she shook her head and decided to stand firm. After all she was doing her job. She knew that The Joker was a possibility when she accepted the Asylum's job offer. An offer that no doubt came from her latest published work. A work that regarded some of the super criminals suffered from some form of psychosis for example, Two-Face, and some as just psychopaths/sociopaths, like The Joker.
Once her beginning shift at Arkham was over she started home only to run into a man taller than her with black hair and striking blue eyes outside her apartment. She knew him immediately. Oliver was friends with him and she'd seen the pictures of Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen. She was Thea and Oliver's friend and knew quite a bit about the worlds in which Bruce and Oliver frequented. She knew Oliver and his… other identity but had no clue that Bruce and The Batman shared more than just eye color.
"Sorry," she said quickly. "Wasn't looking… wait… you're Bruce Wayne right? I am friends with Oliver and Thea Queen."
His surprise was a guarded and obviously faked one, "Oh! You're the doctor Oliver told me to look out for. I was over to see if you had food and everything you needed."
She smiled, "I am fine, thank you Mr. Wayne."
"Bruce, please."
"Alright. Then don't call me the doctor. Its Sara."
He laughed and stopped abruptly having caught sight of the Bat signal. He frowned and handed her a card, "I am sorry. I need to go now. If you need anything or get in any trouble or danger… let me know, I have powerful friends."
She nodded, took the card, and quickly made her way inside the building having caught a glimpse of the signal and knowing it spelled trouble.
Author's note: HOLY HERA AT THE "THE"S IN THE VILLIANS NAMES! SERIOUSLY?! Sooooooo original. It lost its originality boys. Stop with the THEs for God's sake!
Sara is immature in this. I know. She'll be better about it later on. She's nervous so her actions are more befitting of her age.
Also I have updated this and will continue to do so as I find things wrong with it and things get pointed out. Like by major1247 for example.
I figured it was a good spot for a cliffhanger. Hope you enjoyed! Review! Please. I cherish all criticism and comments. *Please note my spelling is crap*