Business as Usual.


Oswald Cobblepot hated Arkham. He always had done, ever since the crazies began to take centre stage, he hated it.

The place was creepy for one, I mean the gargoyles were so terrifying that he wasn't surprised some of the psychos inside went even further off the deep end and got nightmares. It's history was damn right disturbing. The inhabitance, bar a few exceptions, were infuriating and damn right psychotic. The medical ward looked more like a torture chamber, with floating heads in jars, hell he even heard that Warren White's lips, nose, ears and fingers were kept there, just floating around in a jar. The staff were just as crazy if not crazier then the patients themselves and Arkham's so called security system was the worst he'd ever seen.

So, as he stood, staring up at the building that overshadowed Gotham, reminding it of it's failures and the ever present danger, Oswald began to question himself if this was really worth the risk.

Sighing, he lit a cigar and took in a drag, before letting the smoke out, staring up at the darkening clouds with his men standing behind him at the car, the guards of the asylum watching them cautiously.

He caught glances of them whispering, he supposed they must of heard about his escape attempt from the GCPD, but it had been easy to escape in the end, paying people off was always the easiest way to go about it and here he was doing the same thing and it wasn't even for him.

"It seems like a life time ago… that I saw the gold sunlight glow… no it doesn't reach down below… shadows become the light, here where the monsters hide… normal is just a dream….. for all the ghosts like me…"

Oswald glanced up to see Repeat, a new member to the psychos here, resting on top of one of the huge boulders, letting one of her legs swing idly as she sang.

"I hate my metal bones, my bones and gears creak in my chest, my chest forever cold, a cold and maddening descent, descending down so far, fall father till there's nothing left, I'm left here in the dark, the dark… I dance to forget."

She had a beautiful voice, Oswald would admit that much… but damn if the song wasn't creepy. It seemed to fit with the atmosphere if he was being honest, and whilst her voice was beautiful it was also very haunting.

He tried not to listen, it wasn't helping to settle his nerves, he was just glad then rest of them weren't with her, the Rasco children, as they liked to call themselves were freaks, creepy as hell children who looked like they'd crawled out of hell themselves and from what he knew of their back stories it sounded like that's exactly what had happened.

"This is my penitentiary… fractured apart from a world where I want to be… lock the door throw away the key, and then my dance resume… down in a pitch black room… normal is just a dream… for all the ghosts like me…. I hate my metal bones, my bones and gears creak in my chest, my chest forever cold, a cold and maddening descent, descending down so far, fall father till there's nothing left, I'm left here in the dark, the dark… I dance to forget…"

He really hoped his man would come out soon and it seemed his prayers were answered as he watched Prometheus walk out of the doors, the guards glaring as he went.

"You'll be back," one growled and Prometheus merely smirked in response as he walked towards Oswald.

"I dance to forget…"

Oswald smiled. "Prometheus… it's good to see you my boy. They 'aven't left you to rot then?"

"I dance to forget…"

Prometheus smiled. "It's good to see you too Mister Cobblepot. Thanks for posting my bail."

"Not at all," he waved him off smirking. "I wish to speak to you about a… job opportunity. If you will."

"Come now dance with me… as the song plays! Down, down dance with me, stuck on replay! Come now dance with me, as the song plays! Down, down dance with me, stuck on replay!"

Oswald shuddered at the sudden change in tempo, glancing up at Repeat who seemed to be dancing herself now, rather elegantly and light on her feet, her hair blowing about with the autumn wind, the leaves matching and complimenting her burnt orange hair as she seemed to some how be watching them at the same time as dancing.

"Do you mind if we… discuss this matter in a more… well…" Oswald glanced back at the Asylum, Prometheus following his gaze. "Not 'ear. Anyw'ere but 'ear."

"I hate my metal bones. My bones and gears creak in my chest, my chest forever cold… a cold and maddening descent! Descending down so far… fall father till theres nothing left, I'm left here in the dark, the dark…. I dance… to forget…"

"I understand, Mister Cobblepot," Prometheus said with a knowing smile as he gestured to the car. "Shall we?"

Oswald turned on his heel and walked to the car, Prometheus walking around the other side. His men opening the car doors for them both, but Oswald could still hear Repeat singing.

He turned and looked back at the building, and found her standing in the court yard now, spinning in elegant circles, before stretching out and using her arms to elegantly show off the lines of her body.

"I dance… I dance… I dance to forget…"

"Alright lets get the 'ell outta 'ere," Oswald barked at his men as he got in the car and they quickly followed their orders, turning the small limo around as it began to drive away from Arkham.

"I… I dance… I dance to forget…."

The car began to disappear into the distance as Repeat began to finish off her twirls, still staring after it.

"I dance… I.. I dance… I dance to forget… ohhh ahhh…."

She finally began to finish and span one last time perfectly as the car finally left her line of sight.

"I dance to forget."

And the gates closed.

THE END.


Note: First of all the song doesn't belong to me, it belongs to Tryhardninja, honestly guys check this song out, it is a FNAF song but I thought it fit so well with the feel for Arkham and things, and a perfect way to introduce Repeat.

I hope you guys enjoyed this, it's probably a more creepier one then what I would usually write for Arkham Life, but yeah Expect two more stories tomorrow, two stories a day now since I'm so close to finishing :D