Damian: Shadow of the Bat
Satan's Spawn Part III
By George Jones
Arkham Asylum
Maximum Security Block
Row H
Cell D
James Gordon Jr. the head of Arkham Asylum stands at the centre of the room. Jackanapes hangs suspended by his huge wrists against the far wall. Thick iron chains cover his large body.
"…So where were we Gorilla man?"
"I swear to god when I get out of here I'm going to feast upon your flesh"
"How rude, what was it last time? 5 thousand volts? Lets up it to 6 thousand then"
James Jr. raises the cattle prod that he is holding and presses it against Jackanapes chest sending his body into spasms. After a few seconds, James Jr. stops and stands back.
"How did that feel? I can tell you it defiantly turned me on"
"You're sick! You deserve your own cell-AAAAGGHH!"
James presses the cattle prod against Jackanapes chest again.
"Oh I do enjoy this…"
"…ugh…stop! Just say what you want from me!"
"Oh my ape friend you should know by now I don't want anything from you. I enjoy the pleasures of the body and let's just say I find this rather stimulating to say the least…"
Later…
James Gordon Jr. sits inside his office behind his large ornate desk. In one hand he holds a lit candle; James Jr. pours the hot candle wax onto his opposite forearm. The hot liquid slides down his forearm and shoots pain up his arm but James doesn't flinch. He enjoys it too much. James bites down hard on his bottom lip, the searing pain is orgasmic.
The balcony door unexpectedly opens and in walks Batman carrying Lazlo Valentin AKA Professor Pyg over his shoulder. James quickly blows out the candle and rolls down his sleeve.
Batman then drops Pyg at the centre of the room and wipes the saliva off his chest that Pyg had dribbled onto him.
"Batman, what a pleasant surprise and I see you've brought me a present. I really should call my sister as seeing as there is a warrant for your arrest. Sadly however we're hardly on speaking terms"
This guy gives me the creeps. Burning himself with hot wax? A sign that he may be experiencing sadomasochistic tendencies. Back when I was Grayson's Robin, James Jr. was arrested for his first murder. Now he runs Arkham Asylum. How things change.
"Throw him into Maximum security and have a guard on him 24/7. He won't be escaping like last time"
"He does smell doesn't he? I bet Lazlo can't wait to get reacquainted with me. Oh I did love our time together"
There have been rumors of mistreatment circling Arkham for a while now. However James Jr. is good at covering his tracks.
"I don't trust you one bit and I don't believe for one second that you have actually been rehabilitated. So if I even suspect of any wrong doing here, I won't hesitate in throwing in one of your own cells"
"Is that a threat Batman?"
"It's a promise"
Even the people in power of this city are as sick and twisted as the people who aim to bring it down. James Jr. says something as I exit off the balcony but I don't listen. Just being out in this city make me feel dirty.
Two Days Later.
Last night was like all the rest. The nightmare came for me again. Its sick claws bury themselves into the place my soul should be. No matter what I do, I can't seem to escape it. I have tried 54 types of meditation and all have failed. I am haunted by my past and future. I close my eyes and I can the nightmare and if I open them I can see that poor girl.
I choose to deal with the latter and leave my sleeping quarters.
I sit behind my computer and think about that girl. I feel some what responsible, if I had just gotten there faster, then maybe I could have stopped Pyg from slicing a hideous grin across her face. Alfred comes and sits on my lap. His presence is soothing.
I orally activate the computer.
"L.u.c.i.u.s, enter all of the Gotham city hospital databases. I need to find someone"
"Certainly sir, I'm in all eight databases now. Who are we looking for?"
"Search all new patients from the last 48hrs. Narrow down the search criteria, Female, ages 16-21, facial tissue trauma"
"Searching sir and we have 5 matches"
"Sent me their I.D pictures through, I can identify the one I'm looking for"
"Certainly sir and there they are. Quite horrific if I may say so myself"
"Yes. That's her. Number 4, sent me through her details.
"Elsa Dini Quinzel-Aged 17, resident of the Narrows. Father unknown and Mother is deceased. She was actually reported missing 4 days ago"
"Mothers name?"
"Harleen Frances Quinzel"
"Okay thanks L.u.c.i.u.s that will be all for now"
"My pleasure sir"
I turn L.u.c.i.u.s off and sit back in my chair. Quinzel? Could that even be possible? A thousand thoughts run through my head at once. Harleen Quinzel before her death was the Joker's favorite play toy; he couldn't possibly be the father could he? I hope to god that my dreadful speculations are untrue.
The following day
Gotham General Hospital
I walk down the corridor towards her room number. I managed to get past the front desk posing as a family member. There are patients laid out on the floor and on chairs in the corridor. This place is disgustingly overcrowded and under funded. I get to the door and open it up. The scene that I'm greeted shocks even me. There's a doctor on the floor, his throat is slit from ear to ear. I look up at the wall and smeared in thick crimson blood, a message has been left for all to see.
'ThE pYg anD tHe BaT diE FoR whAt tHey HAve dONe'
I walk further into the room investigate the scene. On the bed lays a newspaper. Its front headline reads 'Joker found dead! Batman prime suspect!'
The spawn of Satan has been unleashed and I'm one of her targets.
To be concluded in 'Satan's Spawn' Part IV