Streets of Misfortune
AN: So, my first ever foray into writing for the Batman universe and let me begin by saying there will be SPOILERS for Arkham City. This fic will be set post-game and will make reference to many of the main story events so for goodness sake please don't read this yet if you haven't finished the game and don't want the ending spoiled.
Secondly, character selection is a little bit misleading (since there is no Arkham City section and characters from Arkham City haven't been added here). This will mostly be a Tim Drake/Robin centric piece with secondary characters including Bruce Wayne/Batman, Dick Grayson/Nightwing, Vicki Vale, possibly an OC or two, etc.
Anyway, enough jabbering from me. Here's the prologue, hope you enjoy reading and reviews, as always, are much appreciated :)
Prologue: City of the Damned
Arkham City was an abomination that should have never come into existence. Many Gothamites had agreed Arkham City should have never been more than plans on paper. Unfortunately there were a handful of people, the right sort of people, who supported the campaign for Arkham City. Before Gotham knew it eviction notices were being handed out and a twenty-five foot metal wall was cordoning off a small section of Gotham's North.
An abomination, Robin reflected, even more so than it's predecessor, Arkham Asylum.
This night had been a night of chaos. First Bruce Wayne was thrown into the very prison he was protesting against right in front of the public eye. Things had picked up when Alfred had been able to get the Batsuit to Bruce inside Arkham but Batman's later announcement that the Joker had poisoned him had thrown everyone for a loop. By the time Robin had made it through the subterranean tunnel that was his own personal entrance to Arkham City, Batman's health was on the decline. Robin had arrived just in time to prevent him from being cut to ribbons by Talia's assassins, only to be sent away again with nothing more than a vial of blood as a souvenir.
Robin hadn't been too happy about that but he trusted that Batman knew what he was doing. He usually did, why should this time be any different. Still, he had Oracle keep him updated on events. Partially so he was kept in the loop, mostly so he could rant his frustrations to the night whenever Batman took ridiculous risks. When he'd finally dropped off the vial of blood and checked in with the major Gotham hospitals, Robin turned right back around and began the journey to Arkham City once again.
Batman's instructions be damned, he wasn't about to let Bruce deal with the aftermath of Arkham City and the Joker alone.