Batman's Bad Day 2: Prison Folly: Part 2

The Halls of Arkham - 4:10 pm

An hour later after the altercation at the Rock-yard, Bruce Wayne was getting a bit of exercise inside the prison...sorta.

"Damn, what I do to deserve this?"

"Yeow!" Bruce yells, as several projectiles were thrown at him from behind. Every convict in the prison who watched him defeat that dude with the Afro was chasing him down.

"Hey, throw the kitchen sink at me why don't ya?" he yells back at them, not turning his head. A loud crashing noise just inches behind him meant they actually threw one at him, and missed, hitting the wall instead.

"Gotta hide gotta hide gotta hide...HERE!" he says, as he ran around the corner into another hallway, and diving into what looked like a laundry chute. The ones that were chasing him quickly lost track of his whereabouts.

A Dark Room - 4:12 pm

Bruce eventually ended up in a dark, creepy looking room after he reached the end of the chute, landing upside down in a wooden chair with a crash. He slowly got up and shook his head.

"What is this place?" he asks, re-positioning him self and looking around at the completely dark room.

"You're in my office, Bat-brain," says a too-familiar voice not too far from where Bruce sat.

Just then, the voice in front of him clicked on the lights. Bruce was in what it looked like to be a rather lavish luxury office, decorated with clown-like objects and furniture.

And sitting in front of him, was none other than the Joker himself.

"JOKER!" Bruce yells out in pure anger as he leaped forward and grabbed Joker by the collar. "YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR WHAT YOU'VE PUT ME THROUGH YOU MANIACAL TWIT!"

Joker gave Bruce his trademark cheesy-evil grin.

"Not until you finish out your sentence, hero-boy. Haven't you noticed? Everyone likes you here. It's not often when you have something everyone can beat upon. Besides, what fun would it be to just let you do your business and leave, knowing that you have nowhere left to run. You do know that all of Gotham now knows your secret identity, ri-"

Bruce cut him short as he shoved the Joker onto the floor and grabbed the nearest object to strike at him with.

"Temper, temper. Save that excess energy for the ones who want to play with you," he continues, reaching for a nearby lever and pulling it, revealing a trap door below Bruce Wayne, in which he fell through in an instant.

"JOOOOOOOKKKKKEEEEERRR!" Bruce wails as he fell down the deep pit.

The Joker got up and brushed himself off.

"My brilliant take-over/Bat humiliation plan isn't complete yet. I've spent countless years on plotting this event, and I'm interested in seeing it played out to its fullest," he says, before letting out an evil laugh.

The Prison's Air Ducts - 4:20 pm

Bruce Wayne slid down a long and narrow air-duct, before landing on what he though was the bottom.

"Damn, I almost had him," Bruce grumbles, lightly banging his head against the metal duct in frustration. Then he heard the muffled voices of the horde of prisoners that were chasing him earlier on the other side of the ducts' walls.

"Where's that Bruce Wayne at?" the voice of the Afro-Man says, as him and the others were frantically searching for him.

"Whew, they won't find me anytime soon," Bruce says to himself.

Suddenly, it started getting rather warm inside the ducts. Soon, it began to get hotter and hotter.

"Aw horse-shit, the central heating system has been turned on!" Bruce gasps, as it was now volcano-hot in the ducts. He scrambled down the ducts to find some sort of relief away from the heat, only to crawl right off the edge of another pit of ducts that lead deeper into the prison.

"WHOA!"

BAM! CLANK! CLUNK! BANG! CRASH! CONK! CLANG! CRUNCH! BAM! BOOM!

Bruce plunged down the ducts while crashing back and forth against the sides of the metal airways. He eventually reached the bottom of the ducts, crashing through a ceiling vent of a private bathroom.

A...Bathroom? - 4:22 pm

He landed on something cold and scaly.

"What the..." Bruce wonders, before the thing he landed on vaulted him off.

It was officer K. Croc.

"The hell are you doing here?" Croc yells at him, whilst reaching for his gun.

"Oh crap..." Bruce gulps as he tries to make a break for it.

"Literally, until you invaded my privacy you troublemaker! Eat lead!"

The Halls of Arkham - 4:23 pm

"Where's that punk at?" the Afro-man asks, while the rest of the prisoners followed, before stopping when he heard multiple rounds of gunfire from the door near them. Bruce Wayne burst out the door and high-tailed it down the hallway.

"Dammit, I missed," shouts Croc, as he hopped out of the bathroom while pulling up his pants and reloading his gun simultaneously. He looked at the mass of prisoners.

"Don't just stand there, help me track down Bruce Wayne!" Croc commanded to everyone. They all cheered as they continued the chase him throughout the prison.

Minutes later, Bruce somehow ended up back near his jail cell.

"I can hide there until the rush calms down," Bruce thought, stopping in front of his cell. Dick was sitting inside playing cards with Bane.

"Dick! Let me in, quick!"

Dick looked up. "Oh hey, Bruce! Is it dinner time already?" he asks.

"No, its not dinner time yet! Just let me in!"

"Aw, and I was just starting to get hungry t-"

"DICK! DOOR! NOW!" Bruce yells at the top of his lungs.

Dick immediately opened the door for Bruce and let him in. Bruce dove under the bed to hide from the crowd if they happened to pass the cell.

He was safe... for now...

The Cafeteria - 7:33 pm

Bruce Wayne and Dick were back in the Cafeteria for dinner. Bane, who sat next to them, had his usual satellite dish-sized platter, and Dick had sirloin steak with potatoes au' gratin. Bruce somehow got something to eat for himself for once. He couldn't enjoy his meal, however, for everyone who was chasing him earlier had their eyes locked onto him.

"This is just wonderful…" Bruce mumbles to himself, munching on his BLT.

"Don't worry, Bruce, we'll get out of here somehow!" he assured Bruce, in between bites.

"Yeah right…" Bruce responds, slumping down in his seat.

After he was finished eating, something was shoved beside him in the seat. He looked down and saw it was a package. He looked up to see that it was Bane that had given the box to him, who had started to get up and leave the table.

"What in the world..?" Bruce thought to himself, shaking the box to try to figure out what's inside.

Before he could figure it out, the bell for all prisoners to return to their cells rang.

"I'm going to get pounded before I can get back to my cell," Bruce gulps as all the prisoners in the area clenched their fists and started to surround his table.

Bruce quickly tuned toward the box. Curious to see what it was before he got his lights punched out, he opened it.

"No…way…" Bruce sputters, eyes ready to pop out of his head in shock.

Acting quickly, he grabbed something small out of the box and threw it at the ground.

It was a smoke bomb.

The bomb covered the entire cafeteria with a thick cloud of smoke.

"Quick, Dick, let's go!" Bruce shouts, as he blindly grabbed his hand and made their way out of the Cafeteria. The voices of all the prisoners went up in an uproar as they frantically tried to locate Bruce Wayne.

Batman, Robin, and Bane's Prison Cell - 7:45 pm

Bruce skid to a stop and leaped into his jail, closing the doors and locking it without hesitation. He pants heavily and tosses the box onto his bed.

"Looks like we're safe for now, right pal?" Bruce says as he turned around, only to realize that it wasn't Dick who he grabbed earlier.

It was Officer K. Croc.

Bruce's jaw almost unhinged at what he was seeing, as Officer K. Croc was ready to take out his taser gun.

"You're in for it now, loser," Croc fumes as he swung the taser at Bruce. Bruce dodged it and bust out of his cell and ran down the hallway, with Croc not to far from him.

Prison Outfitter - 7:48 pm

After turning several corners, Bruce located an open door and ran inside, falling over several exotic potted plants, ruining them. Croc charged into the room and was about to jump him, until Bruce grabbed a clump of dirt from the broken pots and flung it at Croc, blinding him. Bruce got up and fled the scene.

"What's all that racket?" Poison Ivy demands as she stepped in from the back room. She yells out in anger when she saw her plants destroyed, and Croc at the crime scene.

"Did you do this?" she says angrily at Croc.

"Of course not, Miss Ivy! It was Bruce Wayne who caused this mess!"

"I see. Well, I'll give him a taste of mother nature when he least expects it," she grinned evilly.

Batman, Robin, and Bane's Prison Cell - 8:00 pm

Back in the jail cell, Bruce and Dick were huddled in the corner discussing something.

"Gee, Bruce, you grabbed Croc instead of me when you made the escape?" he asks, scratching his head.

"Yes, and it almost got me electrocuted again," he replies before showing his partner the box he received earlier.

"Guess what's inside," Bruce insists to his partner.

"Uh…The Girl Next Door magazines?" he says with excitement.

"No, Puberty-Boy!" Bruce exclaims, as he opened the box and pulled something out. "It's a Batman Utility Belt!"

"That's great! How did you manage to get one?" Dick asks.

"I can't begin to comprehend why, but I think Bane ordered one for me," Bruce responds.

Dick pulled out a piece of paper from this box. "That might explain this note Bane wrote saying 'I pity you'."

"Well… anyway, with this, we can make our escape!" Bruce says.

"When do we leave, Bruce?" Dick asks.

"We leave tonight. We are going to get out of this living nightmare once and for all!"

Later That Night - 10:12 pm

After lights out and everyone in Arkham went to sleep, Bruce Wayne and his partner prepared to make their escape.

"Ready?" Bruce asks, as he strapped on his Utility Belt.

"I'm ready!" Dick responds with a quiet cheer. "You ready, Bane?"

Bane nodded and stomped toward their cell door, and effortlessly tore the door off its foundation.

"Alright, let's go!"

The Hallways - 10:20 pm

The two heroes snuck down the hallways of Arkham, keeping an eye out for any security patrolling the area, being especially cautious of encountering Officer Croc. Bruce looked up and saw an open window in the prison's ceiling.

"Time to use my Bat-cable."

Pulling a small gun out of his Utility Belt, he pointed the gun toward the ceiling window, and shot the line toward it. It latched onto a secure area, strong enough for him and Dick to climb up.

"You first," Bruce instructs his partner. Dick climbed the rope and made it to the top in seconds.

"Now its my turn."

Bruce began climbing up the rope slowly, and got halfway up before he was face to face with a familiar Crocodile on the second floor balcony.

You guessed it, it was Croc, and he was pissed off to the max.

"Trying to escape huh? That's it, pal, you're dead!" Croc growls, pulling out a gigantic rocket launcher.

"Oh no you don't!" Bruce says as he whipped out some Bat-mace and sprayed it into Croc face.

"Gah! I can't see!" Croc yells out while trying to rub off the substance. Bruce hurriedly made his way to Arkham's rooftop.

Arkham Rooftop - 10:24 pm

"Alright, from here, we climb down the side of the prison and we'll be home free," Bruce instructs Dick, before another familiar man approached him.

It was non other then the guy with the Afro.

"Yo man, you ain't getting away from us no more!" the Afro-man warns the duo.

"What are you doing up here?" Bruce inquires.

"We were tipped off by the man, Joker. I also brought my homies with me too!" the Afro-man says, snapping his fingers. That's when the rest of the prison's inmates began to emerge from behind him, all carrying deadly weapons.

"So the Joker knows about our escape. What else can go wrong?" Bruce wonders, reaching for his Utility Belt.

Prison Outfitter - 10:25 pm

"For destroying my exotic plants, time for Bat-boy to feel the power of my all natural itching powder, dormant in his prison outfit. It should take effect in 3…2…1…" Poison Ivy counts with an evil smile.

Arkham Rooftop - 10:26 pm

"AAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEIIIIII!" Bruce yells as he began to itch violently from the powder within his outfit. He jumped and twitched and rolled around the rooftop trying to get relief from the powerful substance within him.

"Man, he's gone wack! Let's get him!" the Afro-man commanded the other prisoners to attack.

"Got….to…get….this…off….of…me…now…..!" Bruce cringes, as he frantically pulled off the outfit and tossed it away, unknowingly throwing it at the Afro-man's face.

"What da hell is dis shit!" the Afro-man shouts as he began itching too, trying to get the outfit out of his face.

"Dick, let's get out of here!" he shouts, as he and his partner ran the opposite direction of the others.

Second Floor of Prison - 10:27 pm

Officer K. Croc got some of his sight returned to him as he looked up toward the roof and shouts.

"You're mine!"

He aimlessly fired the rocket toward the roof.

Arkham Rooftop - 10:28 pm

While the two race across the rooftop, Dick turned toward his partner.

"You hear something, buddy?"

A loud whistling sound, followed by a huge explosion ensued, blowing up and collapsing half the rooftop where the prisoners were. They all fell back into the prison with a crash.

The explosion was strong enough to throw both heroes off of the rooftop. They flew off and splashed into Gotham Bay. The two emerged from the waters shortly thereafter.

"We made it, buddy!" Dick cheers.

"Yes, but we are not entirely out of the clear yet. We need a boat to speed out of here before the Prison personnel catch up to us."

Just as if on queue, a speedboat started moving toward them. The boat stopped immediately before it hit the two heroes.

"Hey, get out of the way!" says Two-Face, the boat's owner. But before he could react any further, both Bruce and Dick climbed into the boat and punched out Two-Face 1966 style, and shoved him overboard. They then revved the board into high gear and sped away from Arkham.

They had successfully escaped.

Joker's Office - 10:45 pm

After all of the excitement died down, Officer K. Croc bursts into Joker's office.

"Mr. Joker, sir, the Dynamic Duo escaped Arkham!"

Joker tuned around in his chair and looked at Croc with his usual evil smile.

"I'm quite aware of that. Everything is going according to plan," he says, getting up and heading out the room.

"B-Boss? I don't understand!" Croc says, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't worry about it. Just get a hold of Harley, Riddler, Mr. Freeze, and the Penguin…"

"…we're going Bat-Hunting."

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