A/N: Hello everyone! Finally, an update like I promised! :) This chapter is a little short and it contains scenes from the game, so...
SPOILER WARNING!
This chapter is again from the game, so I will be able to connect the next scenes in the story. I DON'T OWN IT OR THE EVENTS IN THIS CHAPTER! If you haven't played the game or watched the walkthrough READ IT ON YOUR OWN RISK.
The story might not be very clear if you haven't played or watched the game.
SPOILER WARNING ENDS HERE.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Batman or Batman: Arkham series.
Enjoy, have fun reading and R&R!
'And now Scarecrow's going to set me free.'
When Batman opened his eyes he was laying on his back. Above his head he saw bright lights, appearing and disappearing as one came and the other fell behind.
The table he was on wasn't comfortable in any way possible and when he tried to make a slightest move he felt that his arms and legs were pinned down with strong metal cuffs wired to the table.
On his right side he barely saw a person. When he looked upon it he recognized it with ease.
The scarecrow was holding the bed, moving it slowly along the corridor.
Then the blackness consumed him yet again.
The room that opened before him was enormous, lightened only with the lights of monitors, hooked on the wall.
Without need to study the moves on them Batman heard Vicky Vale, talking about his own capture. With another look on the screen he saw another thing.
I'm in Arkham Asylum.
But as Scarecrow moved him further into the middle of the room he also saw something else beside the moving screens. He saw two figures, one on the chair and clearly hardly beaten and the other standing beside.
The one on the chair moved and lifted his head. In the same moment Batman with horror recognized Robin.
The nightmare Robin was in was slowly fading. The monsters disappeared back into the dark corners of his mind and as they disappeared a new, even more hideous nightmare was showing up.
First what he saw were blurred images of squares and and dark and light colours but as he was getting better his sight of vision was getting wider.
By now the pain in his arm was nearly gone and he was able to sense a movement on his right.
Hardly able to Robin hoarsely spoke.
"Batman… is that…you?"
Robin was hardly bleeding from his nose and as Batman heard from his voice he was struggling not only to say the words but also to stay conscious.
It's all my fault…
"I'm sorry Robin."
And he meant it. He recognized the mistake of locking him up when it was long too late. And now Robin was hurt because of it.
Scarecrow lifted him from his thinking.
"Are you ready?"
He asked but Batman knew that he didn't expect an answer. He was going to proceed wherever he liked it or not. But he still could remain hope even if there wasn't any chance of escaping the hell he got himself and others into.
"This isn't going to end how you think, Crane."
Scarecrow didn't mind the courage in his voice.
"Enough bravado."
As he said it he leaned closer to Batman.
"It's too late for that. I don't care who you are but they will."
He showed towards the Press on the televisions and Batman followed his pointing.
"I'm going to rob them of hope. And as they stare into your eyes, they will blame you…Failure will have a face and a name."
Then scarecrow turned and walked towards the camera opposite him. Not to share a look with two figures on his right he spoke clearly and directly to one of them as he was passing by.
"It's time. Mister Gordon. I would like you to do the honors."
Gordon lifted his head in rage. He has done so much just for his daughter which resulted in her almost killed. He had enough and he was ready to tell that to Scarecrows face himself.
"Never. I'm done taking orders from you."
Without a word Scarecrow lifted his right arm. A black gun aligned with Scarecrow's eye as he aimed and located the gun on Gordon.
Gordon prepared himself for what was coming but without a warning Scarecrow's arm lowered and took the shot.
Robin, not entirely taking in the surroundings, saw how Scarecrow pointed gun at Gordon. Seconds later he heard the shot. But before he could see where Gordon fell he felt a stinging pain rising in his chest. It rose and he lost his balance, letting out the last wincing breath as he hit the ground.
He didn't see Gordon kneel beside him or hear him accusing Scarecrow for the shot he made.
An excruciating burning sensation was seeking its way through the hole where the bullet hit him but on the other side he felt frozen, unable to move or even say a single word. And as the frost started to expand through his body, he felt the hot blood slipping away.
He didn't hear anything more than just a constant wheeze of the shot expanding through his mind.
The frost now expanded to his arms and legs, slowly climbing toward his mind, consuming it.
As his strength finally gave up he was able to think only one thought.
I failed…
A/N: So, that is for this week! :)
Sorry everyone for such a long wait but when a writer get a writer's block I can say that is exhausting.
Till next week with the continue! :D
