"When she came to Arkham asylum, our newest associate, Doctor Gretchen Scroll, was drawn to many of our patients. But in the end, she settled to spend her first session with Sarah Sollivan, otherwise known as Bengal. Many times had I warned her to be careful the patient, for she has made it a habit to kill those who speak to her. She has in her own words 'hunted' three of our best doctors, I can only pray to God that Gretchen knows how to not become the fourth victim to Sarah's twisted delusion." - Dr. Jeremiah Arkham
Dr. Scroll: Taped session number 1. June 23rd, 6:48 pm. The patient I have with me today is Sarah Rachael Sollivan, otherwise known as Bengal. The patient suffers from both Chronic and Volatile anger, as well as a severe delusional disorder. She has also undergone a severe transformation into a tiger hybrid and harbors a strong hatred for humanity.
Bengal: Deservingly.
Dr. Scroll: Excuse me?
Bengal: My hatred for your kind is delivered deservingly.
Dr. Scroll: Now Sarah, you must not cast aside your humanity for something-
Bengal: -Humanity is a plague! A curse! You disgusting humans are so naïve and blind by your own delusions, you falsely label my kind as just mindless monsters!
Dr. Scroll: What?! No! That is not true at all Sarah! All we are trying to do is-
Bengal: -You are wrong to claim me as delusional Scroll! Where it's you and the rest of the filth you call a race hide in the shadows of your feeble dream world; whether you're awake, or slumbering in it's deceiving shadows. But not me! I have woken up, I have broken free from those shades! Free from the chains you beasts have trapped me in since my birth!
Dr. Scroll: Sarah please see reason.
Bengal: What reason can a maggot like you offer me?! What could you tell or show that no other of those pathetic doctors in this madhouse can provide?!
Dr. Scroll: Well I-
Bengal: -You have none to give me! Absolutely nothing of value. You are just as deceitful as all the others. Young, Kellerman, Cassidy, Combs, pathetic Sharp, that little runt Wade, and above all that useless worm they call a director!
Dr. Scroll: Useless worm?! Now see here! Jerimiah Arkham comes from one of the most respected families in all of Gotham! A proud line of doctors, politicians and even soldiers who-
Bengal -"Laughs." You foolish parasite. The blood of Arkham is weak! Jerimiah is no different; most of us in this horrid place can see it in his eyes. Scarecrow, Tetch, Mist, and even the clown can easily see the weakness that he hides with a furrowed brow. And if we can't see it, then we can surely smell it. I know I can, even when trapped in my cell while one of those damned masks is forced upon me. The same weakness which claimed Amadeus Arkham all those years ago. Do you recall of what had become of those proud members of the Arkham bloodline Gretchen?
Dr. Scroll: Now you listen to me, I am the one-
Bengal: Madness took them. From Amadeus' mother, who wallowed in her own misery after her husband's suicide. Amadeus himself had died in a cell in this very asylum. The same asylum he had built brick by brick to help those in greater need. "Laughs" The same asylum that became his grave after the murder of his wife and daughter. Then there was Ezekiel Arkham who had run for mayor. Weak Zeek they called him back at school and the museums. The poor little worm shot himself in the mouth through his paranoia of the political weight, and the attempted murders brought about by Solomon Falcone. His sons who had served as soldiers in World War One faired no better than any other inbred smudge within their family. Though I would say that one had a far grimmer end than the other. Poor little Elijah. Coming home covered in Sampson's blood after his brother stepped on a mine, and blew up into a thousand pieces. Left the young man quite broken; they had to discharge the poor worm immediately after he nearly killed his own commander. Right after that, Elijah had heard of both his father's death as well as his mother who threw herself out the window. After their funeral "chuckles" or what they could afford for a funeral, he took to drinking. The poor idiot didn't even realize that he mistook rat poison for a drink. I think it was whisky, but then again, it doesn't matter.
Dr. Scroll: Your point?!
Bengal: My point is, the proud bloodline you choose to defend not just for their shreds of honor, but have also chosen as your proud supporters of your human race is nothing but a lie. It's no different from the filth you all try to pose on me, trying to steer me away from my true nature, my true purpose, my true kind. When Jerimiah falls, and there's no debate among anyone in Arkham on whether or not he will, what will you tell me then? He like you and the rest of you cruel humans are all living a twisted fantasy that you want to shove down my throat, trying to change me back into one of you, and I will tell you now. I will never change back! I am what I am, all my life I have been turned away from the beautiful being that dwelled under the hideous skin of your disgraceful race. And forever I shall stay as a majestic queen of the jungle! So look at me now and tell me "Doctor".
"Bengal then leans closer to Scroll.
Bengal: Tell me, which one of us is really the delusional one. Me or you?
Dr. Scroll: I will not give you the privilege. "Scroll turns to the door." Guards! we are finished here!
Bengal: "Giggles." Ah, typical weak humans.