Hello everyone! This is my imagination on overdrive and I simply have to write a story about my favorite cartoon~ 3
I do not, nor ever will, own anything Batman related besides my imagination fantasy's
Oh don't worry, our lovely villains will come in later~
Please rate and view, i promise more later.
The soft click-clack of heels filled the quiet halls of Arkham Asylm as young bottle green eyes looked around in awe, thanking Mr. Wayne in her mind for being able to capture this job at a young age. She knocked on the office door politely, waiting patiently as the head Professor opened the door, allowing her passage in the spacious office.
"Miss Alexander, it is a pleasure to meet you." A young man, looking about in his late thirties looked to the young girl, her easy smile showing how truly innocent she was.
She was professionally dressed in black slacks, black heels, white button up shirt with a black lab coat of a type on her lithe form. Dark brown hair pulled back in a ponytail but stubborn tendrils framing her pixie face, the pale skin different than the hair and eyes, her height at a small 5'4.
"Hello Dr. Bartholomew but I go by Dr. Kisa Alexander…" She stated softly, sitting down in the worn leather chair, placing her brief case next to the chair.
The room itself was simple, cluttered with tad bits of every super-villain and insane mind out there. A tall book-case was on the right side of the room filled with books of all types of scientific literature, worn wooden brown floors, pale yellow walls that had most likely been a lively white at one point, red flowers in a corner that looked as if they were dipped in blood, and black worn leather chairs filled the spacious office.
"Ah yes, forgive me Dr. Alexander, I do remember Mr. Wayne telling me you had gotten your doctorates in the medical field, good for you." 'Although you're not going to survive on a degree young lady…' He thought, she was a small thing looking just as innocent as Harleen Quinzel had all those years ago…
A bright smile filled her face, "Yep, Mr. Wayne allowed me to borrow his mansion to host a party. I did tell him it was all too much, but the man wishes to spoil me, for what reasons I do not know." That was a lie she knew, the older man somewhat liked her, preferring her calm happy self to his adoptive sons…
He nodded his head and stood up with her, escorting her to her knew office, "Now I take it he told you how Arkham runs, we can't have the insane see a small scared thing like you out there." The moment the words left his lips, he regretted them as he saw the look of pure malice from her suddenly forest green eyes.
"Now Dr. Bartholomew, I may be young in my years but trust I am not the innocent girl as Dr. Quinzel was. I have trained under multiple martial art experts and I do know my way around a gun," she patted her hip, the hidden gun revealing itself to his horror, "I have no problem with my fears, blood or pain. Now if you will, I do need to get to my first patient." With that she opened her office door and slammed it in his face, leaving the Director of Arkham in a stunned silence.