Chapter 1: Welcome to Arkham

I groaned inside a lambourghi, while riding the streets of Gotham and avoiding the cops. At least I thought I did. I opened my eyes to see a big and dark tumbler-like vehile in front of me as my eyes widened, since I knew who's car that was. "Can this be any worse?!" I muttered sighing in disdain as I turned my head left as I saw a dark figure next to me, knowing it was other than the dark knight himself Batman. "Correction: it can." I muttered correcting myself, along the way receiving a fist launching itself across my face as I blacked out. Don't know who I ended in a cop car in the first place, seeing as though I try not to caught before. But, this was Batman that caught me this time. I mean, I pull off two car thefts and never caught by the cops. I never killed anyone or anything. Maybe wounded them, but never actually killed. That would be anyone in Batman's rogue gallery, especially if it's Joker. For now, I just sat in the back of a police cruiser as we drove the hell out of Gotham city. All I could is listen to the rain hitting the windshield as one of the cops st up front taking a small glimpse at me. When I looked out the back window and the one close to me, all I saw were dying tree and a dark forest once we kept driving deeper and deeper into the road.

"Where the hell are we going?" I asked, mainly hoping either one of these pigs would answer me into where we were now as one of them turned off the cop radio

"We're taking you to where all creeps and punks like you belong, Arkham Asylum." he said as the cop and his pig partner started to laugh at me

"Why the hell does it have to be Arkham, why can't it be somewhere not the asylum?" I groused, kicking the metal cage in a fit of annoyance and short rage mainly on the driver's side

"You stole two cars, one a Ferrarri and the other was a lambo you rammed towards a police cruiser." the driver snarled, heading straight for the road to Arkham

"Yeah, my partner's right. You saw firsthand that the Batman keeps this city clean of crooks like you." the passenger said

"And the paper will probably read two dumbass cops get killed in page eight." I said in a sarcastic tone of voice, while the passenger cop glared at me while I showed a smart-alec smirk crossing my face "I mean all those donut runs you make must be torture, huh?"

"Shut it, punk!" the passenger cop snarled. "You lucky it was a small crime like joyriding! Hard to believe you were a damn cadet in the academy. How you got into the academy is beyond me."

""How about I bend over and give you a spoon so you can eat my ass?" I asked in a insulting tone of voice. "You can pull over and I tell you what? There's your foot, here's my ass so plunge away!"

"Why you son of a bitch! I should-!" the passenger's cut off by the driver

"Calm down, already." he said, grabbing the passenger's fist with one hand, while the other hand was still on the wheel. "We'll be at Arkham in a minute tops."

"Let's see how you keep that smart-ass attitude of yours when you meet some of the freaks in the asylum." the passenger chuckled as we finally made our way to Arkham

We arrived at an old run down looking building that reeked with insanity and death. We drove through some old looking gates and parked in front of a heavily secured building which I knew was the asylum itself. The sign at read out intensive treatment as the cops pulled me out of the cruiser and through some steel doors, with my hands still cuffed. They were guiding me into the asylum as some security and doctors were waiting for us. The cops pushed me towards them as they waved, with the driver and passenger cop throwing me toward them.

"The kid's all yours, boys." the driver said. "Why don't you give him his first tour of the asylum?"

"Good luck kid and one last piece of free advice," the passenger said, walking closer to me. "don't drop the soap."

"Oh geez, you're right. I don't want to end you two in the communal showers. The same goes for the wackos in this place." I teased while I ducked down as the passenger cop sent his fist toward me, kneeing him in the gut along the way. "Missed."

"Screw you!" he yelled out, being held down by his partner

"No, screw with me." I shot back smirking as I kicked the passenger in the groin, while a couple of security guards pulled me away from the two cops that dropped me off

I looked around the dark disgusting halls. The whole place smelled like feet, piss, crap, and vomit all at once which made me want to retch. But all of a sudden, I caught a scent of bourbon as my nose sent me to the direction of the guard on my left.

"Piss off." he growled as he gave me a push, with the bourbon smell coming from his mouth. "I don't

"You smell like booze and look like shit. No. On second thought, you smell like booze and shit." I countered back in disdain and annoyance

"Shut up, you piece of crap." he said pushing me to a wall as he pulled out a night stick and was about to me with it. "Unless you don't want your teeth to be broken, you'll shut the hell up and do as I say!" he threatened only for me to spit in his face as he brought his night stick up, with another stopping him. He was a middle aged black man with a metal hook for a left hand and wore a blue security shirt instead of the full body armor the rest of the guards in the asylum wore. The man named Boles just scoffed, losing his grip on me as he walked away taking another sip from his flask as he spat on the ground

"Whatever you say, Cash. Just get this punk out of my hair." the man Boles replied, taking a glup of bourbon inside him

"That's enough, Boles. I'll take it from here." he said, seeing Boles leave off grunting. "Okay, let's get this guy to his cell." he ordered as we started walking again as usual, when I spotted a doctor approaching us

"Sorry for intruding guys, just need this for the records." he said, writing down on his clip board examining me. "Let's see here. Ethan Louis, age 20, brown eyes, black male, charged with car theft, and joyriding." the doctor said scribbling everything down on his clip board

"Is that everything, doc?" Cash asked the doctor as he nodded in reply, while the rest of us walked down to the elevator "Alright, let's move it people."

When we walked down a dark hall and toward the elevator, as I saw more guards armed with assault rifles ran toward the elevators. Lights started to flash as a voice over on the intercom called out to the guards, who stood in position with their weapons aimed at the elevator.

"Alert in Intensive Treatment. Category 9 patient in transit. Pacification systems activated. Shoot to kill orders granted." said the feminine voice said. "I repeat. Shoot to kill protocol and orders granted."

The elevator appeared appeared and all the guards had their rifles trained on the elevator doors. The doors quickly opened and something big slowly out of it. It was grey and green covered in scales with its hands bounded by massive chains, it stood up and towering over all of us. A light flased at its face revealing its razor sharp teeth and reptilian yellow eyes. It started to take a whiff of something and snarled venomously. It's head over toward my direction and looked right at me, with me being terrified as it looked right at me.

'Killer Croc! Oh, shit!' I thought trying to move away, but the guards kept me still. 'At least eat one of them first before me. I'm not looking forward to seeing my ass eaten by this guy!'

"What's it doing?" asked one of the guards, seeing it stare at me

"You." it snarled. "Your scent is like Batman's, but you are not him. Where is he?" it asked growling like the feral beast it is, viciously snarling at the rest of the guards in Arkham

"Who knows? He kicked my ass and then left me over to these guys. Went to get the Joker maybe. You know how it is with both of them." I replied as casual as the twelve foot tall human crocodile beast.

"Batman is mine to feast upon. His bones in my jaws, you will stay out of my way." Croc growled, while I noticed a collar in his neck

"Yet you're on a leash." I said, actually deadpanned this time

"Silence, pest!" Croc snarled taking a step forward at me. "Or I will eat your flesh and munch on your bones!"

"So no doggie treats, then?" I countered as Killer Croc stomped toward me, ready to kill me until sparks started to come out of his neck. "And your collar is the same one they use on police dogs. That's a limited edition right there." I said in my typical smart-alec tone

"This toy collar won't stop me from killing you!" roared Killer Croc as he stomped over into the next room

"That is one big ass reptile." I replied, seeing the rest of the guards slowly nodding their head at my comment about Croc

"He's the meanest son of a bitch in the whole asylum, wasn't wise to piss him off." Cash chuckled as we walked into the elevator

"Wasn't tryin' actually. I just thought he passed his bedtime." I implied back, once I was in the elevator as the doors closed. "I mean, how piss can he be?"

"See this hook," he said, seeing me the hook on his left. "I didn't have it until after he got here. It was pretty damn painful as hell when he got me." Cash explained letting a light chuckle out

I just shook my head in feign ignorance and a little annoyed as the elevator came to a stop. We exited out of the elevator and went through another checkpoint, with the doors opening up revealing another security guard. The doctor checked on something with his clip board as the guards led me down a straight hallway and to a empty cell. They threw me inside and the door closed with a loud slam echoing throughout the asylum. I stood there in my cell as I kept hearing countless patients yelling crude statements and swearing, while I sat down on my bed with my hands on my forehead. That was until I noticed

"Welcome to hell, buddy!" yelled the inmate beside me as I stood up from the bed, cracking my knuckles ready for a fight

The inmate came at me, charging first sending a fist my way. Unfortunately for him, I grabbed his wrist and twisted along with sending a quick jab to his gut. I slammed his head to a wall, with a quick leg sweep causing him to fall on his ass as I kicked him in the groin. After he groaned in pain, I heard footsteps making their way toward me as I saw a couple of security guards staring at the downed inmate, then at me.

"Could I get another room?" I asked in a casual tone. "One that doesn't have a sociopath tryin' to kill me?"

On the next day the guards made me change into a orange asylum inmate uniform and dragged me straight into an office, closing the door on their way out before they sat me down on a couch. I sat there for five minutes before I saw a young woman walked in wearing a white lab coat that went to her kness and black pants. She sat down in front of me and I got a better look at her. She had short black hair which she had kept tied up, she also wore some black eyeliner that made her blue eyes of hers more noticeable. If we'd met under different circumstances, I would have asked her out and we'd probably be a couple by now. She pulled out a small device in her lab coat pocket and pressed down on a button, with neither of us making eye contact as she set the recorder down on the table in front of me and started to write on her clip board. And since I saw that tape recorder in her hand, I knew exactly were this was going.

None POV

"Patient interview 1. Patient name, Ethan Louis. Hello Ethan, I'm Dr. Young." she said, looking into his eyes. "How are you?"

"Since I got here, I met a drunken ass security guard, got the crap scared out of me by Killer Croc, and now I'm a inmate in this hellhole." Ethan groused. "But aside from that, I haven't died yet."

"I'm sorry about asking a question like that. Let's start talking about you." she said picking up her clip board as she brought out a pen

"Okay. What do you want to know?" he asked with his hands crossing behind his head, slouching on the couch with his feet on the table

"Something small. Let's talk about your family and then we'll work our way from there." Young suggested, with a grin crossing Ethan's face

"My mom passed when I was five, my dad died seven years later. After they died, I stayed with my grandparents since then." he said still smiling. "I had some nice times with them, helping them out with garden work while both of them were retired factory workers. My grandpa died when I was twelve, my grandmother when I was about seventeen years old few months before graduation. They were the family I could ever had, but I had these other couple that became my legal guardians since they knew my parents."

"They sound like nice people." said Dr. Young as she wrote something on her clip board. "I'm sorry about your family. Did you ever stay in contact with legal guardians since then?" she asked as Ethan nodded yes

"It's alright, you didn't know." he told. "Anyway I went to the police academy for a while, but then I dropped out." he explained with Dr. Young showing a curious look on her face

"So, you could have been a cop or a detective." he nodded. "But instead you chose to drop out and commit a felony of joyriding and car theft."

"More like borrowing. I never killed anyone before in entire my life. Besides, I think Gotham is pretty much worser then my hometown Bludhaven since my legal guardians moved her. But there was that thing with that Chemo monster thing." he replied as Dr. Young showed a curious but shocked and startled look on her face

"Wait a minute! You're from Bludhaven?" she asked, with Ethan nodding his head in answer. "So, you never killed anyone before you were in Gotham and Bludhaven?" she asked, seeing Ethan nodding a 'no.' in reply as the the door knocked and two guards walked in on them

"Sorry ma'am, but it's lunch time." said the guard, putting the handcuffs on Ethan

"Okay." she turned to Ethan. "Ethan we'll talk more tomorrow, if that's alright with you."

"Sounds good to Dr. Young." he said, glancing at her. " And a word of advice: don't try the hoiler-than-thou white knight act. That crap will get you killed." he replied, noticing Young shaken with fear at his comment hitting her like a ton of bricks. "I'll see you tomorrow." he finished as the guards got him on his feet until...

"Wait!" Young said, with both of the guards stopping including Young. "Ethan, there's this project that I wanted to talk to you about." she explained

"What kind of project, doc?" he asked curious, with him gazing at her icy blue orbs into his brown irises

"I'll tell you about it. Alone, and private." she answered with Ethan nodding his head as the guards escorted him out, while Doctor Penelope Young glanced at the file that had a label that said Project: Storm. "I never met anyone like him before. He seems to be very perceptive as well, which has thinking on his advice suddenly. He could be the prime candidate for Project: Storm. I just know it!"