* ARKHAM BOUND.

# ARKHAMONIUM  :  private   & selective  roleplay  blog  for 𝙹𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙰𝙷 𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙷𝙰𝙼 of dc’s batman . 𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽 𝙳𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚃 & 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽 𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙴𝙳 as to fit into reeves’ 2022 movie “THE BATMAN” universe . blog will contain triggering themes and i would not advise anyone under the age of 21 to follow .   highly inspired by ARKHAM: A SERIOUS HOUSE ON A SERIOUS EARTH , SUDDENLY LAST SUMMER (1959) , SE7EN (1995) , MINDHUNTER (2017-??) & BEYOND THE BLACK RAINBOW (2010) , SUSPIRIA (2018) , amongst other pieces of media . poorly written by coffee .

long bony fingers readjusted the glasses over the bridge of his nose. jeremiah arkham observed his yet to be properly identified patient like one observes a work of art. THE JOKER had been regarded by so many as nothing but a crazed murderer ── a man whose sole point was to ensure gotham would never rise from the swamp of corruption and violence it had sunk into . but where so many saw horror , jeremiah saw POTENTIAL ( though whether this potential lied in healing or destruction was still unclear ) . he flashed a small smile at the man sitting across from him. it didn't quite reach arkham's eyes.

❝  i would hope all of our patients to feel at home during their stay at arkham , regardless of their pathologies . ❞ the doctor pointed out before waving at the lonely security camera, blinking somewhere above their heads. when jeremiah spoke next, he almost sounded earnest.  ❝  and i do wish you wouldn't describe yourself or other patients in such reductive terms . not everyone is either good or bad . i'm sure that , despite your track record , you're still capable of performing acts of kindness ── just like i am capable of great cruelty . ❞ 

there's a beep outside the room and the heavy door behind dr. arkham is unlocked. two members of the security staff enter but make no attempt to move the joker or carry him back to his cell. instead they stand behind jeremiah, still and quiet with their hands hanging loosely next to their batons. the good doctor tilted his head, allowing his heavily-lidded gaze to explore the complex scars of the murderous clown's face. the batman had brought with him a new brand of criminal to the city and the joker was one of a kind, the most infamous of them all ... and he was his and his alone to keep.

jeremiah fluttered his lashes.

  ❝  do you feel safe ? ❞

𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎  𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑   𝚜𝚔𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 ;   𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖’𝚜   𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚔  :    𝚊𝚜   𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢  𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎     * ﹠ .     𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜   𝚖𝚊𝚢.        untouchable city,   time creeping along;   slow as a death row sentence.     poison would always flow here; what mattered     -͟ -͟-͟     was who controlled it.     the lack of contact in initial sight,   does nothing to halt your drilling gaze into arkham.       “       agent of reason ? hard to believe an arkham has any.    makes it kind of hard to believe in that asylum of yours too.    the insane leading the mad and all -       ”        

who didn’t know the dirty laundry ?  

ears prick   :    ‘ 𝑣𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 .     laughter  sits  in  the  throat.   better  a  name  than   ᴘᴇɴɢᴜɪɴ .   rehabilitated.    guy never can get off his high horse, huh ?         “        i know what i am  .    .     .    do you ?       ”       callous fingers encircle a glass of spirts,   shifting     -͟ -͟-͟     drink risen to the lips.     within the distance,   flames die away;   in the wake blacken plumes.

 *                ＣＩＴＹ    ＳＭＯＧ     ＤＥＶＯＵＲＳ      ＴＨＥ      ＳＭＯＫＥ．       

 as   if   one    * ﹠ .      the   same.   

                                      ₍ ₍    𝐐,    🇼​🇦​🇸​   🇹​🇭​🇪​🇷​🇪​   🇪​🇻​🇪​🇷​   🇦​   🇩​🇮​🇫​🇫​🇪​🇷​🇪​🇳​🇨​🇪​ ?   ]

    “        see, this city needs bad men like me.    we keep the other really,   bad men from the door.      ”        kohl’s linger pointedly,   leaving the other man’s figure with a lashes bat.    gotham,    a city between    -͟ -͟-͟      justice shines a beacon,   yet married to crime;    it’s ever-bride.      was anyone really wrong ?     

anyone right ?    it’s all grey    * ﹠ .    fuzzy,    in this place   .    .     .   𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒   𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 .    you’d give arkham that agreement. since the waynes something decayed,   a deeper rot.     tension lies thick ,     you break into a golden smile ;                      “        but, let’s just stay out of each others lanes,   yeah ?    you got your nutzos   and   i got my business.  may they forever stay apart.        ”         flute glass risen in mocked cheers,

the first comment pokes at something precious to jeremiah; NO REASON TO THE ARKHAMS. it causes the doctor to sniff and brush non-existent dirt off of his blazer. he was clean. he was righteous. and he had more reason than cobblepot could ever conjure to justify his actions. whether that was true or not could be debated, but arkham chose to believe this. he needed to, otherwise he’d be no better than the mobsters and thieves who puppeteered this city.

                     ( i am better / i have earned the right to say so )

when oswald claimed to know what he was, jeremiah felt the corner of his lips twitch into a smirk.  ---  to be nicknamed after a flightless bird was cruel but somehow fitting to a man of cobblepot’s infamy. someone with his connections and influence, forever remembered as THE PENGUIN? perhaps this was justice. it was when he turned the question around that the good doctor lifted his head to stare oswald down. HE LOOKED OFFENDED. clearly oz had struck a nerve.    “  i do . ”   arkham declared with a clenched jaw. everyone should know what he was. and if they didn’t, they would soon enough.

       “   we may toast to separation , mr. cobblepot , but i’m afraid our businesses are tragically conjoined , now more than ever .   ”    he did not raise his glass. thick black smoke faded into the dark gotham skies. arkham could no longer tell where the city ended and the fire began.   “   to the batman all bad men appear the same  ---  what makes you think you will be spared ?   ”   or any of us for that matter. jeremiah dared not speak that part out loud, fearing that it might conjure something he did not wish to face just yet. the good doctor carefully stepped closer to his fellow party guest, as if attempting not to startle a wild animal.

AMAZONITE

above all you seek truth. you want to understand how the world works. you want to take things apart and put them back together again. your methods of dealing with stress and fear is to understand where it comes from. you face your demons with a focused mind and readied fists. you see everything so clearly, except yourself. it's so much harder to look inward than it is to analyze everyone else. what are you so afraid of looking at? what is it within yourself you don't want to touch? maybe one day you'll be strong enough to expose the parts of yourself you're afraid to understand.

the moment he recognises the voice echoing through the parking lot, arkham feels the grip on his keys weaken. it leaves his throat dry just picturing the man which he now knows stands a few meters behind him ( for how long had he followed him ? how much had he seen ? ) . as jeremiah turned his back to his locked car, he saw him: lingering just outside the blinking halo of light in which the good doctor had parked . ARTHUR FLECK : the clown which had terrorised and been terrorised by arkham asylum . 

jeremiah tried to find the man’s eyes but realised he couldn’t. the man’s brow casted a shadow which hid arthur’s familiar bright stare. dr. arkham would never admit it, but it frightened him to see his patient like this, out and about, with no straitjackets or security measures to HOLD HIM BACK. jeremiah did his best to appear calm and collected ( control , it was all about control ) but the tension on his shoulders was evident. he was painfully aware that both he and his staff had done plenty to arthur; some things according to procedure, others out of spite  ---  either way, there was plenty of material to build a solid grudge.

dr. arkham slowly straightened his back, feigning confidence. he really wished he had taken his drops before leaving the club.