Summary/disclaimer: Time for another battle of the Wight and the Knight. Enjoy the 2300-word chapter. I do not own Batman; DC and a few others do.
Arkham was a madhouse. No, that was entirely trying to downplay the insanity, the sheer absolute crazy ideals trapped within. Arkham was a cesspit.
A place where scum and villainy thrived so well that the city could turn them into attractions for a theme park of madness if one so wished. It would always be a madhouse and nothing would change that. Nothing could or would change it. There was nothing left to chase, nothing left to fight.
Arkham had been an odd little place to be in. A very odd place for now. Whatever came next? She would need to hit harder, fight faster… Yet it would not be enough at the end of the day. It did not at all seem to be enough for the time being.
What came next would break them all and yet? None of them seemed to care for now sadly now.
And yet? Within this decaying block of stone and plaster? Behind all that grim façade that hid monsters and sociopaths who would feast on Gotham… Literally to some of them.
It was also the home of where one Astrid Arkham resided and called him. This place was where she had been born, even with all the insanity around her and inmates who would gladly skin her alive.
Little did she know there was almost nothing around her but monsters, animals who would probably have killed her if need be. She called them friends, family, and kin. Someone would call her insane and she was sadly in her way.
Outside of her home sat a figure, one who had just arrived in Gotham and whose presence had not gone unnoticed by anyone. One who had come to Gotham for one purpose.
And as he watched the streets of Gotham, interested in something the other figure knew about, he frowned. The man who was watching this figure was known as Batman. It would be a lot more interesting if he had not been insanely busy and found this new hero an annoyance.
He narrowed his eyes into slits before he shook his head, reaching for his belt as he pulled out the grappling hook. It would be a lot more interesting when it came down to it.
There was more coming to Gotham sooner or later. Bruce knew well that horrible people always came to Arkham, drawn by something he did not know at all.
Still? He was not sure of what to have done, was not sure what would have happened if he had gotten to such a place. This was all some giant game as of the time being. This was not going to have been a nightmare for now as now.
He did not know what to question first. He did not know what had been something that had not yet been questioned before he sighed to himself.
He was not entirely sure before he questioned what to do next. They had a lot more to question besides this Wight and Bruce knew well enough then to have this happen when it came down to it.
"What will happen if this 'Wight' decides to go running around town pretending to be some kind of superhero, Master Bruce? It already seems he's gone some with the power he's been given." Alfred stated to which Bruce rolled his eyes.
"I don't know. I do know this is all going to fall apart if we don't find some answers." Bruce stated as he sighed and looked around at everything around him.
He knew the Wight didn't care for tech at the moment, his fancy suit? Sure, it worked well, but he was still a person who used the technology as a means to an end rather than simply getting what he had wanted for now. It was something else and something he didn't tolerate for now.
He needed more info on this guy or else it'd all come crashing down sooner or later. There was nothing else he could have done to stop that made him eager to have some answers, something he could wrap his head around for the time being when it ended when it came down to it.
He sighed to himself and clicked his fingers on the wall before he looked around the room. It was clear more than anything to have questioned what to have handled with such a passion.
He hadn't seemed to have grasped the last few days. It was something that should have been properly prepared. He wasn't going to be ready when it came down to it.
Bruce had found himself to be far more worried more and more with the time being while he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. He tilted his head before he questioned what to do next before.
There were a lot of problems that had bothered him a lot more and a lot more to have questioned, it was a lot more serious that this NOT spill out into the damned streets of Gotham. The second they'd be able to have done this? The sooner their problems would have slowly yet surely been worn down.
Yet? By her luck which to has questioned next before he seemed to have figured it out while it came down to it. They had more and more problems that would have been done.
It was utterly unsure of what to do next before he was all too interested more or less. It was too tiring, too utterly boring over and over at the time.
Still? He seemed to find some joy in it before he clicked his jaw before he seemed before he still found it to be worth more and more utterly tiresome. He was brought down, utterly thrown off, utterly left adrift as he was left alone at the borders, he seemed bored, tired at the second.
Bruce did not at all know what to do next before now what to do next, he didn't at all want to do much with all the freedom he had. No, he wanted nothing more than to relax at the time being before he seemed to get to relax.
Bruce thought more and more at the end of the day before he was brought back to what was coming. Astrid was in Arkham but she was still just as dangerous, not like Joker… But she was cruel, cold, ruthless, and driven to be a weapon.
Still? This was a hard little plan to focus upon, he was utterly decided at the time and he questioned what else he could and would bring at the moment as he looked down at the ground, unsure and uncertain of what he was owed if he was owed anything at all.
What he did do next? Well, it'd at all need to be more and more unfathomable at the moment that he could and would allow, for now, something he didn't know what to figure as of now, what to figure and do for now. it was more and more unfathomable than now.
He didn't know what bothered him more, Astrid's cold fury, her desire to be able to punish those who could do something better and better with each passing second, each second bolting more and more pain into his head as if it were being hit like a drum.
It bothered him to no end and he knew it but it did not own him to think of things thusly, not once would it bug him because he was able to relax more and more unsure and uncertain as of now.
He was unable to fathom it, for now, not wishing at all to hit the bottom of the slope. Not that he didn't want to but simply due to the idea he had no real direction for now regarding what could and would continue to do so.
Had he managed something else before he hummed to himself before he relaxed to himself before he sighed, ready to click it all into place as he hummed now, looking downwards at the ground, ready to figure it out?
Everything he had on his mind drove him to do more and more, there was a lot more to this. A lot more to try and understand, whatever he could and would?
It didn't at all matter. He was prepared for the future, something that he could only manage if he relaxed before now.
He hummed before he sighed as he looked to himself once more, looking more and more upon the road. They had a very more to try and figure out for the moment, an idea he could prepare for with now as he hummed to himself.
He had a lot more to figure out, something he didn't at all know before he hummed to himself before he cracked his fingers, looking down at the ground.
What else came down to it? What else was he dealing with before long, he sighed to himself before long, before he cracked his fingers and hummed, looking upwards and into the wall. All of it hurt more and more.
Such things only seemed to keep breaking, cutting more and more as he hummed before while he sighed and looked downwards at the ground. Yet?
He kept growing more as he sighed before he clicked his tongue against he sighed to himself before clicking his tongue.
Yet? He didn't at all know what to try and figure out as he hummed and sighed once again.
This problem wasn't able to seem and deal with more and more as he hummed before rubbing at his temples before he seemed to look upwards and into the sky. There was a lot more to try and deal with it all as he looked downwards at the ground.
This would not die out more and more. There were a lot more options and he could not die out anytime soon.
Well, not even with good evidence for now, not with anything of the sort. He didn't at all know what to try and deal with more and more,
Something about it struck a cord within him that once more sung as he sighed once again for now
He sighed before he looked downwards at the ground. The ideas would utterly be something he could deal with, wishing only to try and figure something out, well, if he could for now.
She seemed to keep growing and then paused before she looked to the ground, seeming to grasp more and more. They had more and more as she paused to grasp more and more ideas.
They would not be able to relax, utterly thrown to the idea, it would be so much fun to him, pondering what to keep growing more and more with each little idea of it.
The ideas of what needed to be dealt with at the end of the day? They cut deeply into the measure of mercy within his mind and wouldn't end for now hopefully.
She paused to let herself utterly thrown off and then looked downwards at the ground, utterly thrown for a loop at it and not willing to do much of anything, that would be fun, too much fun for him to relax and see it come to an end for now when all was over with.
Yes, all of it had to end sooner or later with it all seeming to relax sooner or later. There was more to this, more than what was possible… Too much had been written upon it, had existed beyond their point in life, and even then? He had acted. He had fought, he had known what their flaw was. Then? Even at the end of the road? There were problems to be had with something to keep growing for now.
There was a LOT more to this, to deal with for now, to try and figure out something for now, an idea for now, and something else came down the line.
All of it hurt. All of it was chaotic for now, something for now, too much he could have allowed having ended for now. There was to be something coming down the line, something he could not have predicted, could not have allowed… It all meant something and something better than this and something nobody could argue with.
Even then? He did not relent, he had wished to… But he could not relent for now or good reason to deal with for now, he paused to try and figure out something better than this and something better for now as she paused to let it sink in for now as she paused.
All of it hurt. All of it was hurting in its way, he had known what he would do if given the chance and he wouldn't have been something dealt with in its way.
They both wanted blood and it was clear blood was owed.
Perhaps it was going to be that way for a reason. Life was not going to be some challenge where the better warrior would have won at life at the moment. That and that alone seemed to be something to need to deal with.
To be entirely fair? There was chaos already in the air, to have been a certain way? They had to act a certain way which meant little to nothing, nothing at all helped it, nothing at all before she seemed to be dealing with it for now…
To be fair? She was tired at the moment before she managed to relax, letting it all come crashing down to the ground in a ball of fire.
He had no desire to try and deal with it any which way, certainly not one he couldn't handle at the moment.
And ready to explode now.
Author Notes
Phew. Another chapter is done! I want to point out that the next chapter will be 900-6500 words and will be delayed. The next chapter will be in 2-10 months for now. It will also show more for now! Until then? Lighting Wolf is out!