Author's Notes: This is a long chapter, because of the Doctor's memories being herel ike in my first story. They how ever are from the classic series, or most of them are and have the 1st, 3rd, 5th, 6th Doctors and the War Doctor.
Arkham Asylum
So, working with the assistant DA Rachel Dawes, the Doctor and Clarissa had managed to get closer finding the rest of Falcone's contaminated drugs. As Falcone was in lockup, Dawes had regularly visited him for questioning and had brought the Doctor with her for consultation. That was to make Falcone understand how big of a threat his drugs were as they were contaminated with the remnants of the Nightmare Child. Rachel had herself also began to call the drugs with that name, as there had been reports of people having fear fuelled symptoms here and there around Gotham and the ODs had the particular drug in their system. There were even some rumors that the Bat-Man had been seen drugged with it.
However their crusade against Falcone had been put on hold as suddenly the District Attorney Carl Finch had mysteriously disappeared. No one had seen him after the meeting the Doctor and Clarissa had been with him and Rachel at the Royal Hotel. The Doctor had agreed to help look for him on the second day of the disappearance. Nothing. Clarissa had even gone far enough to say that maybe the mob had taken him and he was now at the bottom of the river. Rachel didn't like the idea. On the third day of Finch's disappearance, Rachel accepted that maybe Clarissa was right and she was now the acting District Attorney of Gotham City until the next election in six months. That day also happened to be Bruce Wayne's birthday and no matter how bad image Wayne had given them at Royal, Rachel had decided to drop in at the Wayne Manor to drop her gift to him. With not exactly nothing better to do, the Doctor and Clarissa had decided to join her.
''You knew as children?'' the Doctor asked during the car ride.
''My mother was their house keeper,'' Rachel said, ''and there really wasn't many other children living in the next door.''
''Looks like we just drove past the next door,'' Clarissa said watching the passing scenery. ''Didn't you have any other friends besides him?''
''No, not before Bruce's parents died and we had to move to the city,'' Rachel told nostalgically. ''I sometimes think I should have kept in better touch with him, Bruce might be a better person then what you saw at Royal.''
''That was acting,'' the Doctor said plainly. ''He only looked like he was having fun, in reality he was just pretending.''
''What makes you say that?'' Rachel asked as they drove in front of the huge mansion with gardened trees surrounding it.
''His eyes didn't lie like his behavior did,'' the Doctor answered looking at the Wayne Manor. ''He is still mourning his parents deaths and this, fancy living or acting a party boy, isn't going to fix what he is feeling.''
''You know this from experience?'' Rachel asked as they exited the car and began to walk up the stairs to the front door.
''I have lost people in my life,'' the Doctor said looking down.
The door's opened to show oversized doorstep which led to even more stairs and to hallways to the lounges of the mansion. To greet them was an old strong built Englishman in servant's tuxedo, without the jacket, and a white apron.
''Miss Rachel,'' the man servant said delighted, ''it is good to see you again.''
''Hey, Alfred,'' Rachel said with same happiness and hugged the man. ''Oh, these are Doctor John Smith and his assistant Clarissa Oswin. They're consulting me on a case.''
''Hello,'' the Doctor said smiling and waving his hand with Clarissa.
''Doctor John Smith?'' Alfred asked mildly surprised. ''Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart's scientific advisor, the Doctor John Smith, from UNIT?''
''You served with UNIT?'' the Doctor asked.
''In Burma, 1975-80, on some occasions under Lethbridge-Stewart,'' was Alfred's answer. ''I don't , however, recall ever seeing you with the Brigadier on that period.''
''We fought Daleks, Autons, Silurians, Zygons and Cybermen, not to mention the Master,'' the Doctor said with a firm attitude. ''And as the Brigadier himself said, it doesn't get more hostile than that. Oh, and I seemed to forget the Great Intelligence and the Yeti, battle where I met the Lethbridge-Stewart while he was still at the rank of Colonel.''
Alfred gave the Doctor some-what mysterious look before turning back to Rachel. ''Will you be staying for dinner?''
''We have to get,'' Rachel said apologizing while handing a small white box to Alfred. ''I only came to bring my gift.''
''Rachel?'' was heard from the top of the stairs and Bruce Wayne came down, wearing the kind of clothes which told them he had just gotten out of the bed.
''It's over three in the afternoon,'' Clarissa whispered to the Doctor.
Alfred turned to return up stairs and gave Rachel's gift to the birthday boy as they passed.
''Well, looks like someone's bee burning candle from the both ends,'' Rachel said as Bruce came down to them. ''Must have been some occasion.'' ''It's my birthday,'' Bruce said, to which both the Doctor and Clarissa smiled amused. ''Doctor, Clarissa.''
''For someone who acts like a child, you sure sleep over noon like an adult,'' the Doctor said, keeping the tone of his voice between complementing and insulting. ''You know how to live.''
''I'm sorry I can't come tonight'' Rachel said, breaking the verbal battle before it got the chance to start. ''I just came to give you your present.''
''You got better plans?'' Bruce asked offended.
''My boss has been missing for two days,'' Rachel said, stating it as a fact and not as an excuse.
''Which in this town means he's probably at the bottom of the river,'' Clarissa said, finishing Rachel's sentence.
Bruce seemed to try to apologize for his stupidity, but Rachel's mobile stopped him by ringing.
''Rachel Dawes,'' she answered to the phone. ''Who authorized that? Get Crane down there right away, don't take no for an answer, I'm bringing Doctor Smith to get our own assessment and have it for the judges by morning.''
''You're bringing me to what?'' the Doctor asked as Rachel closed her phone.
''Falcone, Crane moved him to Arkham Asylum for suicide watch,'' Rachel told him.
''You're going to Arkham now?'' Bruce asked, with his voice noticeably different than just before. ''It's in the Narrows, Rachel.''
''Well thank you for being concerned about us too,'' Clarissa said.
''Enjoy your party, Bruce,'' Rachel told him as a goodbye. ''Some of us have work to do.''
Driving in the Narrows, the Doctor and Clarissa understood why Bruce Wayne had been so concerned about their safety. It was not the nicest neighborhoods in Gotham. It could have been said, that as in other parts of the city its nature was hidden, in Narrows everything bad was shown and exposed to the bare eye. Arkham Asylum however, was closed from the rest of the island with walls and barbwire. The whole place seemed like it was very old and just updated recently to modern age. It reminded the Doctor of the medieval castle Sontaran Lynx had tried to modernize and he had himself stopped during his third incarnation with Sarah-Jane.
Nostalgia seemed to make him feel better, until the Doctor's memories eventually returned to Time War and… No he was here and now. And the Time War wasn't over until he had destroyed the every last, single traces of Daleks and the Nightmare Child.
Falcone was being held in a cell, strapped to bed and uttering 'scarecrow' over and over again. The Doctor, Rachel and Clarissa observed the mobster from the hallway in the other side of the glass while waiting for Dr. Crane to arrive.
''Miss Dawes and two others, this is most irregular,'' Crane said as he arrived to them.'' I have nothing further to add to the report I filed with the judge.''
''These two are Doctor Smith and his assistant miss Oswin,'' Rachel told Crane as the Doctor and Clarissa nodded to him. ''We have questions about your report.''
Crane looked at the Doctor and Clarissa before asking: ''Such as?''
''How convenient is it for a 52-year-old man who has no history of mental illness to suddenly have a complete psychotic breakdown,'' Rachel asked with a firm attitude, adding,'' just when he's about to be indicted?''
''Zero,'' the Doctor said pointing his hand at Falcone. ''But there he is muttering nonsense. Now, why and how could that be?''
''Well, as you can see for yourself,'' Crane said pointing his answer to both Rachel and the Doctor, ''there is nothing "convenient" about his symptoms.''
'' Hey, why does he keep saying "scarecrow" over and over again?'' Clarissa asked suddenly.
''Patients suffering delusional episodes often focus their paranoia on an external tormentor. Usually one conforming to Jungian archetypes,'' Crane answered speaking with words only a professional, and the Doctor could understand. ''In this case, a scarecrow.''
''You mean you had people dress up a scarecrows and then put them to torment Falcone?'' The Doctor asked disgusted, remembering the experience he had had when he was forced to regenerate from his second incarnation to third.
''Outside, he was a giant,'' Crane said calmly. ''In here, only the mind can grant you power.''
'' And you enjoy the reversal?'' Clarissa asked with the same attitude as the Doctor.
''I respect the mind's power over the body,'' was Crane's answer. ''It's why I do what I do.''
''I do what I do to keep thugs like Falcone behind bars, not in therapy,'' Rachel said moving to elevator. ''Doctor Smith is going to reevaluate your diagnosis and check Falcone's blood work. I'm going to find out what you gave to him.''
''Right now?'' Crane asked as all four were in the elevator.
''Yes,'' Rachel said nodding her head towards the Doctor, ''that is why I brought him here.''
''As you wish,'' Crane said pressing a button on the panel and turned a key in the lock.
To everyone's surprise, the elevator took them down instead of up, to the file room. They stepped out to a dark lit hallway that took them to a balcony.
''This is where we make the medicine,'' Crane said walking ahead and showed them a large basement room, where men in red jumpsuits were dumping some kind of liquid to the busted pipe where the water was running. ''Perhaps you all should have some, clear your head.''
That was when the Doctor knew they were all in danger. He grabbed both women's hands and told them: ''Run!''
They ran back to the elevator and tried to make it go up. Then the Doctor remembered Crane had used a key for them to come down there. He was about to pull out the sonic screwdriver and use it to the panel when the door opened and they all saw Crane, wearing a scarecrow mask. That was the last any of them saw before Crane gassed them with, as the Doctor assumed, Nightmare Child.
''Come, Susan! We have to hurry!'' The Doctor told his granddaughter. ''If get to the repair shop, we might find a TARDIS to escape.''
''But, Grandfather, it would brand us criminals and fugitives,'' Susan said as they ran. ''No one is meant to leave Gallifrey and go involve themselves with the issues of outside universe.''
''I know this, child,'' the Doctor said opening the doors to repair shop. ''But we can't stay here any longer. Gallifrey and its laws have changed to worse.''
''I suppose you're right,'' Susan said as they entered to the repair shop. ''But where would we go?''
''Oh, my child,'' the Doctor said, ''it is a vast universe and we have all the time in the world.''
They went around the storage and found three TARDIS' laying around in their default modes.
''Quickly, Susan, get in one of them,'' the Doctor told his granddaughter and she obeyed entering one of the TARDIS'.
The Doctor was about to follow her, but suddenly heard someone calling out to him.
''Doctor, Doctor…''
''Yes?'' The Doctor asked turning to the direction of the voice and saw a young Time Lady approaching him. ''What is it? What do you want?''
''Sorry, but you are about to make a big mistake,'' the young Time Lady said. The Doctor felt fear. Was this young Time Lady there to tell him off and alert the guards of what he was doing?
''Don't steal that one, steal this one,'' the young Time Lady said leaning to the other TARDIS next to her. ''The navigation system is a bit dodgy, you'll have much more fun.''
''Thank you,'' the Doctor said confused of the young Time Lady's actions, but relieved that she hadn't done him ill. ''Come out, Susan. I found the right one.''
''Courage is never about not being frightened, you know,'' the Doctor told to the thal he was prisoned with by the Daleks.
''Oh,'' the thal said. ''What is it then?''
''It is about being afraid and doing what you have to do any way,'' the Doctor answered nodding his head. ''Just as you did.''
''But you will not enjoy the victory,'' the Cyberman said raising its gun arm,''I shall kill you now, Doctor.''
But before it could, Tegan took a hold of it and gave the Doctor a chance to fight it. Twisting the Cyberman's gun arm against its own chest and making it fire. That was all needed to destroy it. Sparks flew from the Cyberman as it was no more operational.
''Look out!'' Nyssa yelled as the Doctor was fixing the TARDIS console. Another Cyberman was approaching them.
''I must save Adric!'' the Doctor yelled back. If he could fix the damage the Cybermen had done, there would still be a chance to save Adric from the falling spaceliner. Nyssa took the fallen Cyberman's gun-arm and fired it at the other one.
''Look!'' Tegan said pointing at the screen on the wall showing the ship Adric was on.
Nyssa looked at it, the Doctor too. They all could nothing but watch as it exploded, destroying everything and everyone on board. Tegan and Nyssa hugged as the Doctor turned away speechless.
''Adric?'' he heard Tegan say. ''DOCTOR!''
But the Doctor could not speak, he was at loss for words and could only see Nyssa and Tegan holding each other in tears. Adric was dead.
Peri's hair was shaven of from her but the words and the voice that came from her mouth weren't her. It wasn't Peri anymore. Then the Kroatin assassin barged to the room where Peri was and set it to explode, killing everyone.
''You… killed Peri? the Doctor said shocked of what he had been shown.
''We had to act!'' Madam President said. ''With the Discovery that Krotia had made course the force of natural evolution throughout the universe would be effected.''
''But Peri died, Doctor,'' The Valeyard spoke,'' because you abandoned her. We had to end her life because your negligence had made it impossible for her to live.''
''Lies!'' The Doctor said in despair of his deceased companion. ''There is something else going on here. The High Council had no right to order Peri's… or anyone else's death!''
What had he done? He stood in ruins of Gallifrey, before it could break apart and spread to ashes and stardust. He had ended the War, but at the cost of being now the last of his kind. Even this incarnation had aged rapidly from the young man he had been to an old man. And for what?
''What I did,'' he tried to convince himself, ''I did without choice.''
''I know,'' a voice, maybe his conscience, said.
''In the Name of Peace and Sanity,'' He continued.
''But not in the Name of the Doctor!'' the voice said again, bitter.
He turned around just in time to see a tall figure walking away from him, carrying away… Clarissa?
''You want the cops here?''
The Doctor regained his consciousness and remembered where he was. Crane and some armed, pointing their guns at ceiling, were standing over him and the still drugged Clarissa and Rachel. The Doctor had apparently woken up sooner thanks to his Time Lord metabolism.
''At this point they can't stop us. But the Batman,'' Crane said putting pressure on the vigilante's name, ''has the talent for disruption, hold him of until they arrive. They'll take care of him.''
''What about them?''
''Ah, they don't have long. I gave them all a concentrated dose,'' Crane told his men half calm, half exited. ''The mind can only take that much.''
''Is it true what they say about him?'' The Doctor listened to thugs ask. ''Can he really fly?''
''I heard he can disappear.''
''Well, we'll find out,'' Crane said looking around in the dark basement room.
Suddenly one of the thugs disappeared, Batman had taken him. The other thugs panicked as even more disappeared and in the commotion, the Doctor raised on his feet. He used his Venusian Aikido to take out one of the thugs in attempt to help Batman, but was soon discovered.
''What the Hell!?'' one of the thugs said as he saw the Doctor. ''Hey Doc, I thought you said this dose was lethal!?''
''LETHAL TO HUMANS MAYBE!'' The Doctor yelled intimidatingly and pointed his sonic screwdriver at the thug, breaking it to pieces.
At this point Batman had taken out every other thug in the room and after taking out the last one, he barged at Crane. The Doctor saw as Crane tried to poison Batman, who stroke away Crane's weapon arm, pulled the scarecrow-mask off and gassed him with his own poison.
''Taste of your own medicine, doctor,'' the vigilante growled at him, while the Doctor took a look Rachel and Clarissa. ''What have you been doing here? CRANE! WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR!?''
''Ra's…'' the Doctor heard Crane's response. ''Ra's al Ghul…''
''Ra's al Ghul is dead!'' Batman barked back to Crane. ''WHO ARE YOU WORKING FOR!? CRANE!?''
''Doctor Crane isn't here right now, but if you'd like to make an appointment…'' Crane couldn't say more as Batman hit his head against the wall and then came to the Doctor.
''Doctor Smith, I presume.''
''Batman, I presume,'' the Doctor said rising to face the vigilante. ''They have less than an hour before their minds are gone completely.''
''We need to get them to my cave,'' Batman told him. ''I have antidote.''
''What?'' The Doctor asked. ''How?''
''I was poisoned with this toxin earlier this week and I had someone make an antidote to cure me,'' was Batman's answer. ''I also asked them to make more.''
''Fair enough,'' The Doctor said taking Clarissa on his arms and nodded his head towards Rachel. ''You take her; we need to get them both to-''
''BATMAN! THIS IS THE POLICE!'' was suddenly heard from outside the building. The GCPD had arrived as the Doctor remembered Crane ordering his thugs to call them. ''LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPONS AND COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!''
''Fantastic.''
Author's notes:Review about the Story are welcome. This is a long one so I want as much criticism. Also Alfred worked with the UNIT back in the classic era. What should I do with this fact.
By the way, TRUE STORY: Yesterday I saw sick and weak. As I laid on my bed, I opened Facebook on my phone and saw the link to Night of the Doctor. As I opened it and saw Paul McGann as the 8th Doctor I gained the strength to get out of bed. I felt as if the Doctor had healed. This was a true story I had to share with you all.
