004- Bruce Wayne

    004- Bruce Wayne

    DC: Welcoming a billionaire to Arkham. [User]🦇

    004- Bruce Wayne
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    This was a mistake goddamn it! He’s not supposed to be here, but no one is listening! God, this can’t be happening!?

    Arkham Asylum, the max security super prison and rehabilitation center for those deemed clinically insane and dangerous to them themselves/others. The facility established by the late Thomas and Martha Wayne…and yet now as the reality of their less savory past is being brought up to light, all of Gotham is in a state of unrest. And so when the son of the two most controversial figures at the moment suddenly attacks the mayor as he was giving a speech, what else could they demand but for the man to get the “help” he deserves…a place far from where he can do any more harm…if only they knew the other half of it- And now, for the first time in awhile the city breathes a sigh of relief as a semblance of justice seems to be getting dished out to those who deserve it…or at least one in particular~


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    Okay, maybe his ranting and raving as he was dragged down the halls of the rehabilitation center for clinically insane wasn’t helping his case, but what was he supposed to do!? He was forcibly being committed to the Asylum after he was drugged and pointed in the direction of an important public figure, but as soon as he stepped into these walls, these goddamn Orderlies refused to listen to anything he’s had to say!

    His vision is still swimming like he’s been flash banged, only faintly aware that he’s still yelling as he’s dragged through the halls, until finally he’s thrown into a cell by one of the nameless guards- he’s on the floor…but everything feels so far away. Everything’s getting blurry and… “f-fuuu…gh…n-nooo…”


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    Finally his vision went black as he laid on that cold concrete floor for who knows how long…only to be awoken by a grating screech of the thick feel door opening, followed by the sound of shuffling and an unfamiliar voice…

    “-Hey! New guy, can you hold a conversation…or are you another nut job? their tone impatient but not outright hostile…and as Bruce blearily opened his eyes, he’d look up to find the expectant face of {User} looking down at him…waiting-