Gotham City Police Department

Police Report

Date: Wednesday, December 22, 1999

Time: 23:28


"Leon, do you copy?"

The man shook his head as he rose from the floor. He hadn't notice the drop in the vents until it was too late and he fell into it. He had kept falling until he fell out of the ceiling and landed on the floor. He shook his head one more time before he reached for the radio on his vest.

"I copy, Flynn. Any idea where I am?"

"You're in the basement. Looks like you found your way after all."

He nodded, ignoring the tone of amusement in her voice. "There's a drop in the vents that leads directly down. With some rope, reinforcements will be able to climb down without injury. I'm going to keep exploring the area to see if I can help the guards."

"Better check the corners first though. The cameras can't see everything. There might be some inmates hiding there. You should also change the frequency for your radio. The farther away you get the less likely it is that my radio will pick up. The frequency for Arkham is 125.7."

"Roger."

Leon glanced around the area he had fallen into. The area was silent and he moved forward slowly. His footsteps barely made any noise at all as he walked across the floor. His gun held in the Weaver position scanned the area, very ready to fire. On either side were cells, now empty. Above this floor most of the cells were barred areas. Those were for the less dangerously insane. Down here was where they kept what Gotham locals had begun to call 'super villains' with Batman as their 'superhero'. The walls that separated the cells from the hallway were reinforced Plexiglas. A few cells no longer had the barrier. The glass lay shattered on the ground and Leon's boots every so often kicked a piece causing it to skid across the floor and Leon's heartbeat to race. Above him, the neon lights hummed and flickered, signalling they were reaching the end of their life. The fans in the air ventilation shafts turned on and off at random times.

The floor was silent but for these sounds. Leon scanned the area again before backing up against a wall. He lowered his weapon and reached for the radio on his vest. He turned it on and played with the frequency. However, he didn't speak yet. The silence in the area was stifling and sank deep into his lungs making it difficult to speak. He forced himself to cough in an effort to break the silence which surrounded him.

"Officer Leon Kennedy to Arkham security. Do you copy?" he asked as loud as he dared. His voice echoed ominously through the floor.

There was silence for a moment and he wondered if he remembered the frequency wrong. Finally, static crackled over the radio as the familiar voice of Flynn replied, "Arkham security copies. Go ahead, Kennedy."

"The cells down here either are completely destroyed or their doors are opened. But it looks like the inmates aren't down here and there aren't any traps."

He heard Flynn mutter to herself before she said, "Roger. Come up the northwest staircase. A guard will meet you there."

"Roger. Kennedy over and out."

He arrived at the staircase and found that all the lights had been broken. If there were any traps, he wouldn't know until he stepped into it. He moved forward slowly and used the wall as a support to keep his balance. In this way, he was able to keep his gun level and pointed at head level of anyone who may appear at the top of the stair. Still no sign of the guard Flynn had mentioned. He was almost at the middle of the staircase when he froze. He had heard something behind him. A footstep kicking glass across the floor. Leon paused. His gun was still raised in front of him. He barely breathed as he listened. Another footstep, more hesitant than the first. He turned and lunged from the staircase. His weapon was ready to fire. The hallway was empty.

Leon, if you start hearing things, they'll need a cell for you too when the riot is over, he told himself. However, he scanned the hallway and cells once more before returning to the staircase. He had a job to do and he wasn't going to let a little stress distract him now.


Gotham City Police Department

Police Report

Date: Wednesday, December 22, 1999

Time: 23:36


"It looks like a battlefield," Batman muttered as he scanned the area under the innovative plane. He considered eavesdropping on the guards' radio frequencies. However, he knew from previous experience that the messages travelling over the radio would overlap each other and becoming a garbled mess. Instead, he relied on his eyes to discover what he could about the situation. He was unsurprised to see a mini war breaking out. From his place in the plane, he watched as inmates and guards met on the open yards. Unlike the previous outbreaks, the guards were doing far better regaining control. They kept calm and executed well thought out plans. However, something felt wrong about the riot. The inmates did not seem to be interested in escaping but instead seemed to be attempting to take over the island. Such an effort would need planning and direction meaning somehow the riot was planned. But by who and for what purpose? Batman wondered.

Someone screamed below him. Even though order was winning the snow was still gaining a red tint. He considered jumping into the yard but first he wanted to learn how the other areas were weathering the riot. From what he could see using telescopic lenses the infirmary, library, visiting center, inmate kept-gardens, and guard housing were still secure. However, the penitentiary was another story. He could see the surge of convicts moving higher and higher up the floors towards the control room for the asylum. If something wasn't done soon, the prisoners would gain control over the island and the remaining guards would be slaughtered.

"Alfred, I'm going to take the plane in towards the penitentiary and jump onto the roof," he said into the mike. "With luck I'll be able to thin down the convicts into more manageable chunks for the guards."

"Very good, sir. Take care to remember to allow remote control of the plane before you leave."

Batman nodded even though he knew Alfred could not see. He flew the plane towards the roof but paused when he noticed gunfire coming from both sides of the yard. It appeared the guards' plans weren't enough. Somehow the inmates had gained guns and weapons, most likely from fallen guards, and began fighting with new verve. The guards were able to combat the rising tide and hold their position. Batman continued on his course towards the roof of the penitentiary. However, he found himself changing his plan when he spotted a familiar sight creeping towards the docks.

"There's been a change in plans. I'm dropping into the yard. From there I'll make my way to the penitentiary."

Before Alfred could reply, he pressed the button for remote control and jumped from the plane. For a moment, he glided through the air but as he neared the ground he shifted his position. He landed on the ground and stood before the running woman.

"Harley Quinn."

The woman froze when she heard her criminal name. Without her harlequin costume of red and black, the woman appeared innocent even in the orange jumpsuit. Her hair was tied into bubbly pig tails which emphasized her childlike personality. Unfortunately that innocent mind had snapped like a twig when she met the Joker. Her blue eyes widened when she spotted the Batman and a wide, false grin appeared on her face.

"Hi…Hiya, Bats," she said with an equally weak wave.

"What's going on, Quinn?"

"I, uh, don't know what you are talking about."

He circled her, blocking her escape routes. "It's too organized to be just another riot. Who planned it, Quinn?"

"Santa Claus?" she offered with a shrug of the shoulders. She let out a small shriek when he took a step towards her, his fist clenched tight. "I don't know! I don't know! Some gal came in last week and said if I wanted out of this dump to pay five grand to some phoney-baloney charity. Yesterday she said to wait for a sign. Next thing I know— Kaboom! Instant riot."

"Not quite so instant. What was the name of the charity?"

She shrugged again. "Toys for Toots or something like that."

Batman decided not to comment. He did, however, decide to run a check over Harley's bank records later. "What did the woman look like?"

Harley pouted and crossed her arms. "Uh uh. Harley Quinn is no squealer."

"Harley Quinn is also facing additional time on her sentence."

A cruel smile appeared on her face. "Ha! I'm already in here for life! What's a few more years? Besides," a dreamy expression appeared on her face and she tilted her head to the right, "my pudding will come for me."

"Like he did last time?"

The dreamy expression disappeared instantly and the woman crossed her arms as she turned her back on him. "He was just busy."

"The Joker left you to die, Quinn."

The blonde squeezed her eyes shut and pulled her pigtails down around her ears. She began to hum, no doubt trying to block him out.

"Face it, Quinn. He uses you and then throws you away until you come crawling back."

"Well maybe I want to be used!" Harley shouted as she turned back to face him. A second later she seemed to shrink into herself. "That sounded better in my head," she muttered. She barely flinched when Batman placed a hand on her shoulders. Though she couldn't see his eyes through the mask, he tried to project a caring look through the lenses.

"You can still turn things about, Harleen. Just tell me what you can."

The girl was silent for a moment. Finally, she said, "I don't know the gal but the guy with her said his name was Elliot. You know, like the moose from those kid books? Can I go now?"

Batman didn't know but he nodded, a smile on his face. "As long as you go back to your cell."

He saw the hopeful expression on her face. Most likely her cell had been completely destroyed. "And stay there."

Her happiness disappeared. "You're a real piece of work, you know that, Bats?"

"I'll be in touch."

A second later, he disappeared onto the roof of the visitor center. He remained there long enough to see Harley look at the penitentiary for a moment before running to the docks. Well, she had considered it. Maybe there was some hope for her yet; however, he had other things to worry about. He had a feeling Talia and her father were behind the riot. Nevertheless, the news of man named Elliot had confused him. Just what was his angle and what did he want?


Gotham City Police Department

Police Report

Date: Wednesday, December 22, 1999

Time: 23:55


"The second door to the right should be a safe room," was the last thing he heard Flynn say. When he radioed back to ask what a safe room was, the radio was silent. The only sign it was still working was that he could hear static. He considered turning it off but decided to keep it on in case it started working again. In the meantime, he kept moving. He paused outside the safe room's door and considered going in. With some good luck, he would find some ammunition or another weapon with a cache of ammunition.

He was reaching for the doorknob when three criminals armed with dynamite found him. There was little logic behind his attentions. It probably would have been wiser to stand his ground and fire his pistol because he was almost out of shotgun ammo. However, he was running low on bullets for his pistol as well. Perhaps that was why he ripped open the door to the safe room and slammed it behind him. He stood for a moment with his back to the door before realizing how stupid a move that was. He quickly turned and covered the door with the shotgun. When the inmates entered, they would meet lead. Sweat rolled down the side of his face as he waited for the door to open.

Seconds passed and the door remained closed. The thugs weren't mindless beings who couldn't open a door so why hadn't they broken in yet?

"It's safe now."

Once his heartbeat recovered from the startle and he removed his hand from the trigger, Leon turned. Standing there was an older man, about forty, who was shorter than Leon. He was balding and wore thick glasses. He peeked out from behind the desk in the middle of the room when Leon placed the shotgun against the wall and removed his Glock in his holster.

"Are you sure?"

The man nodded as he crawled out from behind the desk. "The door can only be locked or unlocked by the controller at the main core."

"So how did you get in?"

The man pointed to a vent in the wall. "Arkham is always playing catch up. The vent leads right to my cell. Sometimes I just need to get away."

Leon nodded, suddenly aware of the man's orange jumpsuit. He moved to stand between the man and the shotgun. The man might seem sane but there was no guarantee he would stay that way. Thankfully, the sudden return of Flynn's voice distracted them both.

"Leon, can you hear me?"

He reached for his radio, his eyes never leaving the man's face. "Loud and clear, Flynn. What's going on?"

"Doomsday. We sent some reinforcements your way. Have you met them?"

"Not yet and I'm still working on a route for them to take. I haven't gotten past the safe room you told me about."

"I can see why. Those four look like bad news even without the guns and dynamite."

They have guns now? Leon thought. Damn it.

"I suggest trying to get around them. Your reinforcements should be able to handle them. Besides—"

Leon pulled the radio away from his ear when it was suddenly broadcasting only static. "Damn," he muttered. "Radio is out again."

He glanced around the room again. During his conversation with Flynn, his attention had drifted from his roommate. Now he refocused and he saw the man was staring at him.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Leon Kennedy of the GCPD." He paused as he worked out the acronym for the Gotham City Police Department. For some reason GCPD didn't roll off his tongue as easily as RPD. In an attempt to be friendly, Leon stuck out his hand. To his surprise, the man took it.

"Arnold Wesker."

For a second, Leon frowned. Where had he seen that surname before? Right, at the RPD. One of the S.T.A.R.S members in the photograph on the wall had the name Albert Wesker. Apparently, he had an issue with a man named Chris Redfield but that was back in Raccoon City and the knowledge was of no use to Leon at the moment. "How well do you know the vents?" Leon asked as his mind returned to the danger outside the room.

Arnold shrugged, a small smile coming to his face as though the man was very rarely proud of anything. "Well enough to help you." He waved as he walked towards the vent. "Come on."

"Wait." Leon had spotted a chest in the corner. At the RPD, they had similar chests which were used to store extra items and weapons. It was highly unlikely that Arkham Asylum adopted a similar strategy but he could try. If asked, Leon would admit to holding his breath when he opened the chest. Laying inside was one of the guns he had seen the guards using. He traded the long-arm for the shotgun after making a mental note to tell Flynn what he had done with it later. After taking the weapon, he turned and followed Arnold into the vents. He may be crawling into a trap but at that second he didn't really care. If there was a chance things could work out, he would take it and consequences be damned.

Unfortunately, he had the bad luck to fall through another vent. He winced as he stood up. Somehow he had managed to land on the keys for the cruiser. He was willing to bet that somewhere on the island the car alarm was going off if the inmates hadn't already tripped it. Above him, Arnold glanced down from the vent. "Are you alright?"

"Fine. Just sore."

The man nodded and climbed down. "I should have warned you. These old vents aren't what they used to be."

"I'll have to remember to tell the Warden when I see him then," Leon said in an attempt to make a joke. He had to admit he did feel a bit better when Arnold smiled. Maybe Flynn wasn't pulling his leg when she said bad jokes help morale. His morale became even better when he spotted a group of armed and padded guards with riot shields walking up to them.

"Leon Kennedy? Help has arrived."

Glancing at their weapons and piles of ammo, Leon was inclined to agree. The group made great time as they travelled up the stairs. Inmates were easily taken care of as the group moved forward to cut off the stream of prisoners laying siege to the control room. The situation changed when they reached the staircase to the final floor. Due to the nature of the danger, Leon insisted on going up the stairs alone. He managed to convince the others in the group that one man was less likely to be spotted than two. Thankfully, since no one else wanted to go alone, he was easily able to be the one chosen to scout out the area. He was about to climb the stairs when he heard metal strike bone and a man to cry out. "Open the door or he is the first to get a taste."

He ignored the whispered warnings from the others and the tug on his sleeve from Arnold. Instead he focused on climbing the stairs while the group waited at the lower flight of stairs as planned. He was barely aware of Arnold following at his elbow. Leon supposed he could have told the man to go back but instead he braced himself up against the wall and glanced around the corner. The group was standing before the first checkpoint under a skylight he had failed to notice the two times he had come this way. Moonlight was drifting in even though snow had collected in clumps on the glass. Standing in the moonlight was a group of men dressed in the orange jumpsuits of the prison. Most of the prisoners held the guns used by the guards. However, one of the members held a pistol in one hand and something else in his other. At his feet was an unmoving body.

Leon's ears caught the tail end of a plead for mercy and he noticed a group of unarmed guards and medical staff crouched on the ground between the prisoners and the door.

"Anybody else want to be a hero?" a raspy voice asked as its owner turned to face the hostages.

"Leon, you mustn't," muttered Arnold. His words went unnoticed.

Without fully thinking, Leon paused to reload his weapon and stepped out into the hallway.


Gotham City Police Department

Police Report

Date: Wednesday, December 22, 1999

Time: 00:00


"Alfred, can you hear me?"

Batman scowled and shook his head in disgust as he scanned the surrounding area for dangerous armed convicts. He was standing on top of a monument located in the middle of the island so that he could see the battle. After meeting Harley and informing Alfred of the connection, things had changed for the worse. The inmates were more organized than he realized. Radios went dead including his own. The rioting prisoners became armed to the teeth with weapons they pulled from various hidden caches. Most of the weapons were knives but a few prisoners had somehow smuggled in Tasers, various guns, crowbars, and even some sticks of dynamite. Previously safe areas became overran in seconds. Thankfully it appeared to be the normal level of insane prisoners and those who claimed to be insane running around. There were no signs of the other villains from his rouge-gallery. Harley seemed to have left the island. Joker was still MIA in Greater Gotham. Killer Croc was still probably in his cell if he hadn't already escaped into the sewer system. Poison Ivy had yet to show herself but he had the feeling she had already left the island. Clayface and Riddler were still being processed and were locked in the police station. The Penguin was being held at Blackgate Jail. Arnold Wesker was separated from his dummy, Scarface, and was unlikely to get involved. That only left Two-Face. Whether this was a good thing, was not something Batman knew. Instead he focused his attention to his surroundings. He needed to get to the penitentiary. Unfortunately, there was still a battle occurring below him. As a convict raced by, a thought popped into his head.

He would make a good example.

Batman rose from his crouching position in the shadows and jumped from the edge of the monument. For a moment, he glided through the air but as he neared the ground he raised his feet. Standing before him was a prisoner with his back to the descending bat. His foot landed on the man's back and with his other leg he kicked at the man's head. While the convict went flying, Batman gracefully landed on the ground. For a second there was stunned silence from both the guards and the convicts. Taking that second, Batman removed four metal blades cut into the shape of bats. He threw them as a ninja would throw shuriken at a few of the armed inmates. The weapons were instantly released as the blades cut into the unprotected flesh of their hands. While they were still stunned, Batman rushed forward. He was able to take one inmate down with a bone-crunching blow before a shout rose from the inmates.

"Get the Bat!"

Instantly, he found himself surrounded by inmates. None of them were armed with anything more than forks or spoons. One of the inmates charged forward with a fist pulled back. It was nothing for Batman to duck the blow and throw up uppercut to the man's unprotected chin. Another thug was behind him so Batman jumped and grabbed the man's shoulders. Using the momentum, he cleared the man and his feet slammed into the convict behind him. The man turned. His surprise obvious by the amount of time it took his expression to change into anger. His anger became pain when he received a punch to the nose. Meanwhile another convict rushed Batman from the back. He decided to humour the man and stepped to the side. As the mammoth of a man charged pass, Batman turned his attention to another of the inmates. He caught the punch of one of the inmates and returned it with a kick to the ribs. He was dimly surprised to see the inmate was a woman. She collapsed in a pile of pain. However, Batman couldn't dwell on it for too long. More convicts charged him. Gunfire thundered across the yard. More than a few of the inmates collapsed due to gun wounds caused by the Arkham security and reinforcements from the police force.

With a series of punches and kicks that would make Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris jealous, the rest of the inmates who charged Batman were taken care of. He scanned the area and saw an inmate attempting to run. From his belt he removed a foldable, metal boomerang that Alfred had taken to calling batranges. The metal had been painted black with a light blue border on the interior of the batrange. He threw the weapon and it hit the inmate. The man collapsed and the batrange returned to Batman's hand seconds later. When he looked around to check on the guards, he noticed the battle had calmed considerably. The guards were once again able to hold their own against the inmates. However, Batman could not stay. As he glanced upwards, he saw a window shatter on the fourth floor of the penitentiary. He started to run towards the building where he intended to use his grappling gun to pull himself up to the fourth floor.

A few of the searchlights had been destroyed thanks to random bullets from the inmates causing the penitentiary to be cloaked in darkness on one side. Only the moon tried to cast some light there. Thankfully, Batman had nothing to fear from the darkness. Reaching for his belt, he removed his grappling gun and raised it. His practiced eyes found the perfect location to wedge the hook in, the crack of a gargoyle wing. Within seconds, he was running across the roof. He halted when he heard someone shout an order. Looking to his left, he noticed a familiar looking police officer holding a familiar looking villain at gunpoint on the fourth floor just below the skylight. With no time to lose, Batman moved closer, hoping to prevent the crisis which was about to occur.


Gotham City Police Department

Police Report

Date: Thursday, December 23, 1999

Time: 00:29


"Freeze!" Leon shouted as he stepped into the hallway. He pointed his weapon at the group and hoped the prisoners wouldn't start firing at the hostages. Thankfully, instead of firing, the leader turned to face him. Leon barely flinched when he saw how half the man's hair was white instead of black and how half the face was horribly scarred. Compared to rotting flesh, the grotesque half of the man's face was nothing.

"Lower that gun or these people will become the first victims of the B-virus." The man raised his other hand and Leon froze when he spotted the pale turquoise liquid inside. He had held a vial of the G-virus long enough to guess what the B-virus would look like.

Leon's grip on his weapon tightened. "If you release that, you'll kill everyone here including yourself. Just put it down and let the hostages go."

The man shook his head. Leon frowned and moved the weapon so that he was aiming at the man's forehead. He wasn't going to let Gotham go up in flames.

"Last chance. Put the vial down."

The man was still and Leon's grip on the trigger tightened. A grip on his left arm caused him to look away and he felt something slam into the side of his face. The bullet went wild causing whimpers to come from the hostages. Meanwhile, Leon felt someone grab his arms and hold him. As the pain started to fade from the punch he had received, he became aware of the leader stepping towards him. The man placed the gun in a pocket and pulled out a coin which he began to flip in the air. In that instant, Leon recognized the criminal.

"What was that about chances, officer?" Two-Face asked as he took a few steps closer, flipping the coin as he walked. "Let's settle this with a coin toss." The coin flashed in the moonlight. "I either break the vial or I give it to you."

Leon struggled against the grip on his arms. The two thugs holding him tightened their grips. For some reason, the thugs had allowed him to keep his gun. It didn't really matter though because unless the grip on his arms weakened he'd most likely end up hitting himself instead of his guards. Meanwhile, Two-Face continued to flip the coin. Although he was trapped in an asylum, Leon attempted to appeal to the man's sense of reason.

"Let us go and give me the virus. You have no idea what you are dealing with."

Two-Face nodded. "Sure I do. If this vial breaks, this whole area will be in chaos. So, heads or tails? Life or death?"

"Just give it to me!"

The small silver coin flew into the air. It seemed to hover for a moment before landing in Two-Face's pale outstretched hand. The man placed the coin and the hand over the back of the hand which was holding the vial. "Heads or tails, officer?"

Leon tried to swallow but his mouth had become dry. He stared at the hand that held the virus. He didn't have a choice. "Tails."

Two-Face removed his hand and glanced down at the coin. The disfigured mouth seemed to grin as he lifted the vial. Leon struggled against the grip on his arms by the two henchmen. The glass started to crack in the villain's hand.

Leon lifted his foot and slammed it onto the unprotected foot of the man holding his right arm. With a hollered oath, the man released Leon's arm. An elbow to the man on the left gave Leon a bit more room.. His left arm now free as well he placed it against the side of the gun. Turning towards the Colt .22 automatic Two-Face was starting to aim, Leon raised his own Glock.

"Place the vial on the ground! Now!"

The floor was silent. Behind Two-Face, the security staff and police officer being held at gunpoint waited to learn their fate. Behind Leon, the camera which was the only feed to the main core watched as the workers inside operated in radio silence. A second passed. Neither Leon nor Two-Face paid any attention to the snow that started to tap against the roof like footsteps on the sidewalk. Leon tightened his grip on his gun as he watched Two-Face's face change from the wide angry eyes of shock to the narrowed eyes of decision.

Leon spoke for the last time. His grip tightened on his weapon again. "Put. The vial. Down."

Another second passed. Two-Face's fist began to tighten around the vial. He and Leon pulled the triggers on their weapons. Two-Face's bullet plowed into Leon's body armour. He had braced himself for the impact learning from the last time. Ribs stinging from the impact of the bullet and breathless from the air rushing from his lungs, Leon kneeled and raised his gun for a second attempt. The sound of an explosion and glass shattering was the only warning he had before Two-Face and the vial disappeared from his view. They were replaced with a man dressed completely in black.

"We're saved!"

Batman paid no attention to the Arkham employee who thanked the heavens or the others who merely started to cry with relief. The hostages were safe from gunpoint. The explosive gel on the glass had been enough to distract the thugs and his shuriken had been more than enough to disarm them. Already terrified, the rational thugs had surrendered when the Batman entered the hallway.

However, if the vial was broken, everyone was beyond help. He knelt beside Two-Face who was lying on the ground clutching his chest. After a quick scan, Batman considered the man lucky that he had been able to intervene before the officer had fired the second round. Unlike Officer Kennedy, Two-Face was not wearing armour and had felt the full force of the bullet. However, the man would live. Once assured of that fact, Batman pulled the .22 automatic and the vial from Two-Face hands. He glanced at the vial before frowning. A pinwheel of red and white flags printed into the glass was maimed by white cracks. However, there were no signs of dripping liquid. The vial was still keeping the B-virus at bay.

Hearing movement behind him, he turned and saw Kennedy standing by the stairs. The man's eyes were focused on the vial. Kennedy's face was gray and his frown was barely a line on his face. Before Batman could question him, shots were fired on the floor below. The officer turned and rushed to the staircase.