The Wayne family has a more extensive connection to Arkham Island than most Gotham City residence is aware of.
Alan Wayne purchased the island from the Indians. After deeming the island impractical to serve as an alternate holiday home, he presented it to the then influential Cobblepots as a 'gift'. They built an extensive manor atop it.
After they went bankrupt, Jeremiah Arkham bought over the island and the home. I wonder how their son is getting along now.
Similar to Wayne Manor, Alan Wayne had created extensive secret passages and caves after having been mentally scarred by the Civil War.
He has jotted and pinpointed every route he had commissioned to be dug and retained a copy in the Wayne Library.
The only external entrance I know big enough to fit a human in was in full view of the main courtyard. Slowly I submersed the vehicle into the green waters of Arkham and propelled it forward.
I anchored the submersible approximately twenty meters from that very opening. Upon punching a few buttons the buckles retracted. A secret compartment below the dashboard stored some customized scuba gear.
Gingerly I struggled to place the minute oxygen reserves on my utility belt. Another press of a button on my utility belt saw my Kevlar cape retracting into an A-four size lead box that clipped onto my belt.
I took a deep breath then shoved a dissolved oxygen converter into my mouth. Two flaps closed in onto my cheekbones, securing it tightly around my mouth.
Lastly I inserted my hands into two openings above the steering wheel. Some lights blinked and I closed my eyes in anticipation.
"Phhseee…" I was shot out of the cockpit into the water.
The DPV propelled me onwards to the secret opening. I took no less than two minutes for me to reach the target. I steered into the hole, careful not to scratch myself against its rough sides.
The following two minutes found me surfacing and stashing my diving gear, then re-clipping the cape over my shoulder.
Swiftly I found the way to Arkham's office.
There he was, the arrogant Jeremiah Arkham, sitting in the middle of his lavish office. Arkham was relatively unknown until he bought over the island. Many 'well-wishes' tried convincing him that the compound was haunted by the souls of the Cobblepot's abused butlers.
Being a man of science, he shunned them, convincing himself that this very compound will cater to the psychological health of the Gotham and Metropolitan residence.
Having no steady income coming in from this operation he gained himself a lot of respect from the scientific community, at the same time having his operations subjected to countless over audits.
I, myself, respected him, but the only problem with Arkham is his arrogance. I sighed. It isn't going to be easy talking to him.