Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Batman: Arkham Asylum/City. I have the first game, am getting the second. Soon. =) Quick one-shot that popped into my head while writing Burning Embers.
The night was cold, the unforgiving wind howling through Gotham City. From the top of a bustling skyscraper, a lone figure stood and observed. Observed the formation of a prison, a pit of scum and villainy that was waiting to boil over and flood into the rest of Gotham. His gut churned and his jaws clenched.
Batman glared at the walled off part of Gotham that would soon become home to all the prisoners from Arkham and Blackgate. He'd keep an eye on it like a hawk on its prey. It wouldn't work; the criminals would eventually put their differences aside to break out, and all hell would follow. Even if only for a little while, all the criminals of Gotham would be united; the chaos that would stem from that would swallow Gotham whole. Every innocent would be devoured in a wave of crime, corruption, and bloodshed the likes of which had never been seen. Batman was determined to stop it or die in the process.
Arkham City… the name was sour in his mouth. Quincy Sharp had no idea what he was doing. Was it possible that he was corrupt? Batman was currently investigating; his rise to power was too fast, even if he had been warden of Arkham when Joker took over and got the credit for bringing Joker down. He had moved up the ladder to fast. The question was, how?
Gunshots alerted the Caped Crusader to a robbery nearby. Arkham City would have to wait; for now, the rest of Gotham called to him.