Arkham City Tales:The Creeper

Chapter 1:Welcome to the Big City

Jack Ryder sat behind a couple of garbage cans, looking around the alley for any of Arkham City's unfriendly residents. Ryder was sure if he ran into another group of them, he wouldn't be so lucky. Batman had saved him the first time, but now he wasn't here. The Dark Knight had told Ryder to stay hidden and he would be back soon, but no telling how long that would take. If he didn't think of something fast, Jack wouldn't last long in Arkham City.

Without even realizing it he was rubbing the patch on his shoulder. The very patch that separated Ryder from him. It still amazed Jack that this flimsy cotton patch is what kept his alter-ego at bay.

Suddenly he heard voices coming down the street, heading towards the alley where he was hiding. If they found him they sure as hell wouldn't let him go. No one was coming to rescue him, and Jack Ryder had no way to defend himself. He was a journalist, not a fighter. However...someone else could survive the horrors of Arkham City.

Jack Ryder looked at the cotton patch on his shoulder once again. What if he pulled it off and stayed as him forever. Ryder could hear the voices getting closer, be they inmates or Tyger guards, they would harm him. Turning into a him would be better than dying. With a deep breath, Jack Ryder ripped off the patch...and became the Creeper.

The Creeper started giggling softly to himself as the transformation began. His skin slowly started to turn yellow and his hair became green. He laughed triumphantly as the transformation ended.

"Boy it feels good to be back!"Creeper shouted into the night.

"Who the hell are you!"a voice shouted behind him. The Creeper turned to see six Arkham inmates at the entrance of the alley.

"They call me yellow-skinned wacky man!"Creeper yelled, bowing to the thugs,before saying to them in a dangerous tone,"but you can call me the Creeper."

Before the criminals knew what to do the Creeper was upon them. He landed on the nearest inmate and flipped him onto his back. With a quick punch to the next thug and a kick to another, two of the men were already down for the count. The Creeper did a somersault and landed on the shoulders of the next inmate, before laying a quick slam on top of the man's head. He crumbled to the ground, out cold.

"Screw this man!Dealing with Batman and Catwoman is bad enough!"one of the two last remaining goons screamed, before running in the opposite direction.

"Wait for me!"the other man said, stumbling after his retreating comrade.

The Creeper watch the fleeing criminals with a satisfied smile. Boy did it feel good to watch scum run off with their tails between their legs. He surveyed his surroundings, looking at the run down buildings and the all out chaos. This place could use a little spit shine.

"I can't prowl the streets dressed like this!"The Creeper stated, looking at his clothes, "I'm the type of guy who goes for style! I better go find a change of wardrobe!"

He cackled to himself as he climbed his way upward onto the nearest rooftop. He could already see dozens of enemies, a helicoptor, and a closed hot dog stand(Bummer). Cleaning up the streets could take a while, but he could use some fun after being cooped up for so long.

"Watch out Arkham! The Creeper has arrived!"The Creeper shouted as loud as he could,"and god help you if there is no welcoming party!"