I have returned once more from an even longer hiatus!

This is chapter 10 of the Arkham Files story. In this chapter, Doctor Jeremiah Arkham is shocked to discover that the Joker has used the Mad Hatter's mind control technology on all of the other villains on the plane. The Doctor is delighted to finally be able to leave the plane, however he is horrified to discover as to why The Joker brought him to Ethiopia…

Again, sorry it has been so long, I have been very busy lately and I think it will only grow worse now. Work has really occupied most of the summer but now that I am actually returning to work means that I'll probably not have as much time to write more chapters. With that said, I'm going to try and finish up this story asap so you all know how it ends, especially because it is a favourite with a lot of people.

Feel free to leave reviews as that is what motivates me, and I hope you all enjoy the next chapters!

Taped Journal entry 3, date is yet again unknown and place is unsurprisingly still a freight plane owned by the mad clown. Subject; what the Joker actually wants with me. Last night, the Joker was attacked by the Batman, and when all seemed bleak for the sadistic maniac, he managed to cheat and apparently finally killed the Batman. I have studied the Batman for a long time; through notes, newspaper clippings, watched him whenever he was caught on camera…The list is endless. The point is, this man in the Batsuit sounds too extraordinary to allow himself to die in a small plane crash in less than five minutes, at the hands of someone like Dent. Since the incident, Robin has been very quiet and fortunately for us, none of the crooks have tried to taunt us or threaten us; likely thanks to the Joker's mind control. At first, I thought I'd like it, but now…It's incredibly tense and unnerving…The quietness in this room and the echoing of footsteps in the other rooms just feels like being stabbed over and over. Hopefully this will all be ov-

"Ring ring! Hahahaha Good evening passengers, this is your Captain speaking! We are landing in Ethiopia as we speak, prepare for landing…Or prepare to be shaken about like a woman from Kansas in a tornado! Hahahahaha….Also prepare for a life-shattering moment…That goes to you particularly Jerry! Hehehehahahahahahehahahahaha hehohahahohahahahaha!"

The clown had revealed the next step in his ruthless plan, as Robin began to wake up from his deep sleep, just to listen to the sickening ramblings of a madman. The plane began to shake violently as it landed on the tarmac; it made me think that Joker himself was somehow flying the plane, either that or the pilot forgot how to fly properly. After a long time of me and Robin having our faces smashed across the metal bars of the birdcage whilst the sounds of the homicidal laughter splattered itself across the microphones, the plane finally landed. I was glad to be able to leave the plane now, free at last from the dank and dark surroundings of this freight plane, but to where would I be going now? What was going to happen to me now?

It seemed my questions were finally going to be answered, as the Joker came walking through with all of the other criminals, all wearing the Mad Hatter's hats on their heads, showing that they became puppets for the Joker to play with. He was skipping across the room with his arms wide apart, pretending to be flying like an actual plane towards us as he continued telling us the next part of his plan, which was very unusual for him and very worrying;

"Thank you for flying with Arkham Finest Airport, we will send the bill to you in the mail! Hahaha!"

"You screw-loose maniac! You won't get away with this!"

"Roby, Roby, Roby…I already have. I've smuggled myself in and out of this country thirteen times in the same week, the Police have no idea what I'm doing, the UN will soon have to put up with my brilliant antics…And even Batsy's gone…"

"LIAR!"

"Now, now Robin, behave little one….I'm beginning to think it was wrong for me to buy you from the petshop, I think I want my money back in returning you, and then to get a better pet. Maybe a cat, or a dog, or another giggling hyena with my fabulous smile!"

"Return me…To my owners?"

"No you teenage mutated little ninja! I'm returning you…To your family!"

"What?"

"You heard me, well at least I hope, with those big ears on you…Most unusual for a boy your size! Hahahahahohohoheeheeheahahah a!"

After finishing his side of the taunts, Joker clicked his fingers towards Croc and Dent, and they walked up to the birdcage, and then, we were finally free. They tried to grab Robin; however he kicked Dent in the good side of his face, and then tried to fight off Croc, however it didn't work. Robin eventually fell and Croc holstered him in the air, and when it looked as though Croc was going to join in on the taunts, he didn't. Robin tried to get away from Croc, but his smaller arms were engulfed in Croc's claws, and it became apparent that the mind control allowed the criminals to not flinch upon feeling pain. Maybe that was the reason why Joker wanted to use the mind control on the crooks, so that they would make up a seemingly invincible small army. Then I realised, that one reason never satisfied anything when it came to the Joker; he always loved making things complicated.

Robin was on the ground, and Dent forced his hands into handcuffs, whilst Scarecrow and Riddler pulled me out of the birdcage, and did the same to me with the handcuffs. I thought I'd start to cough and splutter my lungs onto the floor because of Scarecrow's cologne, or Riddler's, or whoever it had belonged to. I could barely breath and me and Robin were pointed out of the plane, and I finally saw the real world again. Or, more exactly, the world that the Joker was about to destroy. Like a mad dog being sent to the pound, and the sounds of a cat nearby angering it enough for it to escape and torture the cat. The Joker, was an animal, he was a mad dog.

There was a black car waiting for us outside the airport, looked like a BMW for a moment, but I didn't put much thought or care into it as I was quickly pushed inside it. Another similar black car pulled up behind the one I was in, and Scarecrow and Ivy forced Robin into the back of the car, which worried me badly. I did not like the idea of being separated with Robin; he may have very well have been my only protector in this madness. All of the crooks stood by the cars as Ivy and Crane forced the young boy into the car, and the Joker began laughing at him;

"I may be going to the Roller Coaster with Jerry Bird-Boy, but I want to play the bumper cars with you! Hahahahahahahahahahehehehoho hohehahaha!"

And just like that, Robin was gone. Forced into the back of a car with the clown, against his will by a gang of sick warped psychopaths and possibly sentenced to his death by the Joker. He was just a kid, he wasn't even my height yet even though he looked 16 at least, but he was still just a goddamn kid. But that's what made it all funnier to the Joker, it was too easy and it would hurt a lot of people. Croc and Nigma sat in the back of the car with me, as Dent began to drive away with me, and for a moment, I thought that they would begin taunting me or trying to hurt me, but then I remembered the mind control.

I took advantage of their obliviousness and smashed the window of the car with my pager, and screamed for help, screamed for rescue, screamed for anything and everything; just to be heard by somebody. But the streets were empty, completely empty and shallow, very odd for a whole town. Then I began thinking about the situation and realised what else the Joker was using to his advantage; he must have bribed a lot of police officers and city officials into turning a blind eye to his antics. He also must have done a few public stunts to drive fear throughout the streets, and left what remained of the general population to run away for their lives. Could anyone actually put a freaking bullet into his sickened head, and end it all?

Croc smashed his scaly left arm into my stomach, and I got the message as I held my hands up, before he tore out my pancreas. The drive was very long, which forced me to feel absolutely terrified for my life, and I spent the whole drive rethinking my life; where I went wrong. I decided that since Croc and Nigma were under mind control, and likely wouldn't acknowledge me thinking out loud, I muttered about my life and tried to see where I truly went wrong;

"Man after man, grandfather after grandfather, my family has always lived in Gotham, despite how corrupted it was. Amadeus was a very troubled man, he always cared too much for his wife and daughter, so of course he was devastated when he found them dead and god knows what else at the hands of an inmate at the asylum. Then he took things into his own hands…And avenged his family. He did what a noble man should have done, and he stood up for them, even though they were dead. Maybe the life of being a psychologist truly did run through my veins...Even though I was reluctant at first, the way the job worked was just so fascinating.

My first assignment – Trying to talk a man out of robbing a grocery store – It was exhilarating, so breathe taking, so amazing. But now, I'm facing the same problem Amadeus faced when his family were killed…No, not just me, but all of the others at the Asylum. We take this freaks in, give them beds and food, give them a lot of attention that they probably don't deserve for their crimes, and just let them break out…Break out just to create even more chaos…And take more lives in the process.

Maybe life doesn't have to be so hard…Maybe I can make everything simpler. Sure, many would look at it and believe that I had truly became what I have always tried to destroy…But in the long run, thousands of more lives would be saved then the amount that I would take. And in the end, that would make the difference that is needed, the difference that will change lives forever, the difference that many would one day look upon and smile at…The difference that my grandfather would be proud of…"

After my short monologue, the car stopped driving, and Two Face went to open the car door, and then forced me out with the end of his pistol. I found myself in a field swarmed with large amounts of snow; I forgot that the winter was coming. The snow storm was enormous and made my face very numb as I tried to hide it, however the depraved sociopaths couldn't show pain from the snow, and pointed me the way to walk. I looked to my right and was stunned to see a very large manor in the distance, one lurking across an icy lake…with the lights still shining out towards me despite the time of the night.

It was a very long walk to the front door, and there was a moment, in which I thought my feet would stick inside the ice and not move. That was, until Croc grabbed me from the back and threw me forward; clearly he was very impatient even with the mind control. The door was made of very old black wood that appeared a luminous green somehow because of the fire from the lamps from the top of the door. Riddler knocked on the door with his cane in his usual fashion but with more force that was unusual for him, and after a while it was opened. A group of people dressed in…Ninja costumes? Grown adults standing by the walls with their arms in the same poses, dressed with armour and in costumes that concealed their identities…

What was happening to me? There was a time, where my life was very simple; Wake up at six, get to the asylum by seven, work for five hours normally by interviewing the inmates or writing up reports, have my lunch and then do the work again for six more hours. Now, I find myself in a country I have never been to, walking in a dark large manor with two of the asylum's inmates, and a small army of ninjas, who looked like assassins. The guns and knives in their pockets and in their hands didn't leave much to the imagination, and it became apparent that the Joker had set up a very complicated and frightening plan indeed. It was a long walk through the corridor, until I was in the main hall.

It was the largest room I have ever set foot in; big portraits on the ceiling, statues and trophies all across the area and lots of swords and maps for some reason. There were even more assassins all standing in the same pose, and a man sitting in an armchair looking towards the fireplace, but I couldn't see him as he had the back of the chair to me. Finally, he arose and all of the assassins kneeled before him as he approached me; he looked so old, sure his hair was still black and he looked fit and healthy, but there were obvious wrinkles on his face and some parts of it were very worn out. He spoke in an unusual accent that I could not recognise as he began speaking out to us;

"I take it this is the Doctor Jeremiah Arkham Joker was informing me of?"

Riddler handed him a letter that he pulled from a pocket inside his jacket; it was sealed with a Joker sticker and had a lot of dust on it, meaning that Joker had written it a long time ago and planned on mind controlling Nigma, then to put it inside his jacket. The man scanned through the letter for a long time which only made me grow more nervous, until he began to speak more to me;

"That maniac! He has broken his side of the pact! Where is he! I demand to know – Where is The Joker!? – WHERE IS THE BOY!?"

"Robin?...I-I-I don't know! Joker took him somewhere else about two or three hours ago! I think he said that he would be seeing me soon though!"

"Oh he will be seeing you very soon you ignorant naïve fool…And you call yourself a psychologist….YOU! Show him the cells! I suppose we will have to sit and wait for his return then, won't we?"

He pointed to one of the assassins who grabbed me by the shoulder, and four more helped push me out of the room. I however, was not satisfied with what was happening and was sick of asking more questions about what was happening around me;

"Hey! I'm sick of being pushed around and asking so many damn questions! Who the hell are you?"

"I have gone by many names in these past decades, and even in these past centuries…But I am now referred to by the name…Ra's al Ghul! The Demon's Head!"