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Hugo Strange was a complete moron! One did not have to divide the city by a wall, to know there was a ‘dark’ and a ‘bright’ side to it. Murder, theft, the complete destruction of existences – it happened on both sides of the wall, the only difference was that the inmates roaming the desolate streets of Arkham city didn’t care about the law, while those in their suits and cigar smoke veiled backrooms exploited it. It didn’t really matter to be momentarily stuck on the ‘dark’ side with the prisoners, Twoface would rule all of Gotham soon anyway. What mattered was, that Strange apparently w

„Look! Looook! The sand is pink! Pink!“ The young blond woman with the double ponytails who was carrying an enormous purple-white unicorn swimming ring under one arm and an inflatable rubber crocodile under the other squealed, before she dropped both items and ran off towards the water. “I think that is why it is called ‘Pink Sand Beach’,” the red headed woman in her company sighed. “I still say we should have gone to Cat Island.” Their second blonde-haired companion threw in. “Seriously? You know there aren’t actual cats?” Red inquired. “Oh, come on!” Blonde-two

Riddler tiredly rubbed his eyes when he finally looked up from the screen and leaned back in the not too comfy chair in front of his computer system. He was freshly out of Arkham - this time it had been a longer stay than usual - not that any of the laughable security measures could have held a genius like him for an entire three months – no, it had been rather a lack of motivation to change the status quo. He had been sitting there, listlessly poking around in his daily meals with a blunt plastic spork, giving halfhearted answers in therapy sessions (the latest doctor had wanted to discuss color theories of all things) and been staring

Meal times in Arkham were just that – a source for some organic fuel which kept the body going, rarely it lifted the spirit. Still while it was not a five stars dinner, it always remained within ‘edible’ margins, the cooks had that much of a self-preservation instinct after all. It was also the time of the day, the hugest group of Arkham inmates was gathered in a single room and the surveillance of each individual was the weakest. The main guard force was positioned along the walls, some were slowly patrolling the upper walkways and then there were surveillance-cameras. As long as you were capable of some sleight of hand,

Batman was everywhere! The dark silhuettes burst into swarms of smaller bats just to unite again into a solid form getting closer and closer by the second. No one could stop the Bat. The floor was so covered with Riddler’s henchmen and rotting corpses, that he wouldn‘t have known where to put his feet, even if another demonic incarnation of Batman wasn’t dragging him away at the same time. Needless to say, that Nigma was bound and couldn’t move, his voice had given out from screaming a while ago. Somehow, they had made it outside now, and there was … it. The one thing that Edward maybe hated more than the Bat.

“One soda water and a ‘Last Laugh’ for booth three.” The waitress ordered to the barkeep, which caused Oswald Cobblepott the proud owner of the Iceberg lounge to look up from the inventory list. He made a hasty gesture to one of his men and whispered: “Wait outside for that young fellow Carlos to show up. Don’t let him in and give him a fair warning that he can’t sell his cut roses to the couples at the tables here tonight. And also tell him that he owes me a favor now for that warning.” That potential murder averted, the Penguin decided to take a break from the admittedly tedious procedure of

For some reason Scarecrow really enjoyed watching Riddler work and do some psychoanalysis on Nygma’s mental condition on the side. It took Professor Crane a while to realize though, that this had become a new favorite hobby. Actually, it took him until the day, Riddler hadn’t been in his workshop, working, when Scarecrow had come looking for him under the pretext of discussing some ‘kill the Bat’-scheme. Fact was, he had searched half of Gotham for the other man, gotten into a fight with some of Two-Face’s goons, the police and almost been caught by Batman. But Scarecrow hadn’t found Riddler that night. N