Batman Fanfics

Damian Wayne's POV: Richard and I decided that we were gonna go back to the Batcave since nothing was happening. We never leave the streets unwatched, so Black Bat and Jason are on duty. The rain stopped, but it couldn't be more than 30 degrees out. When we reach the Batcave, we see Father sitting at the Batcomputer. "Dick, I'm glad you're here." He said, Richard stepped forwards. "What is it?" He asked, he looked at the screen. "Take a partner with you snd head to Arkham. Stephanie received a box with fear toxin in it, and I think Scarecrow is behind it." Father explained. "Okay, I choose Damian." Richard announced. I stepped forwards. "No." Father interuppted. "I don't want Damian dealing with the Scarecrow... not yet." He said.

Dick Grayson's POV: I understood. Damian is only 10, he probably shouldn't even be Robin. Too bad Damian doesn't seem to notice. "Father, I can handle Scarecrow, do you not remember when I beat the Joker?" He screamed. "I choose Tim." I said. "He's upstairs, you can go and get him." Bruce responded. "Drake? You're gonna choose Drake over me?" Damian yelled. "It's business, Damian." I said as I walked upstairs to find Tim. I found him, explained the situation, warned him about Damian, we hopped in our motorcycles and headed to Arkham Asylum, a place I hated to go.

(At Akham)
Dick Grayson's POV: Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane. Founded by Jerimiah Arkham. He was later a patient. Harleen Quinzel was a psychologist here, but now a patient. Also Johnathan Crane aka The Scarecrow used to work here too, but now a patient. There's probably more, but that's all I can name from the top of my head. "May we see Johnathan Crane?" I asked a guard. "Sure, right this way, Nightwing, sir" He said, it eas odd, but I didn't think much of it. We made it to his cell, and the guard left. "Mr. Crane." I said, he turned around. "Ahh, Nightwing, long time, no see, huh?" He answered. "A package with your fear toxin ended up in a girl's home, any idea of how it got there?" Tim asked. "Nope. I've been here. Maybe a guard did my dirty work, but I doubt that, since, you know, Batman, you, and Commissioner Gordon hand selected them, right?" He said, mockingly. I hate Arkham, I don't know if it's because it's full of my enemies, or that it's full of psychos, or maybe it's because everyone wants us dead here. But we came for answeres, and that's what we'll get.

Notes

Hi, I'm back, later than expected, but I'm here. Hopefully you liked the chapter, sorry if it's short but my battery is almost dead. I'll try to make it more connected, but still maybe seperate stories. Bye. Oh by the way, I did make a much nicer chapter, but it got deleted.