Arkham Asylum
On a screen in the darkened control room, Ben Davenport sits in his cell on the edge of his bed, convulsing regularly as weeping waves roll over him. At his feet lie slashed pictures of Batman and The Joker. At the desk a semi-naked guard lies slumped and lifeless. In the doorway, briefly silhouetted by the corridor light, a woman with grey hair dressed all in white, save for a black and white mask, black Chelsea boots and a silver belt, hurriedly leaves the room.