Post by Admin on Apr 4, 2006 20:16:20 GMT -5
Epilogue: An Unmarked Grave Which Leaves Questions.
“It’s a pleasure to have you back at our humble asylum, Mr Clevenger… I’m so sorry you had to leave because of that Hugo Strange fiasco…” Jeremiah Arkham smiles broadly, trying to make Travis feel more comfortable.
“Hugo was a good man, Jerry. I understand your want of hiring him, and I had some exploring to do of my own… I’ve been tied to entire cities for too long… Keystone, Gotham, I wanted to explore! But as you have a need, and a certain patient I’m interested in…” Travis shrugs. “I’m back.”
“Certain patient, eh? I’m assuming you mean Victor Sage…”
“If you want to call him that…” Travis smiles. “Yes, and I have all the paper work to ensure I’ll be working with him directly.”
“Ah yes, yes.” Arkham looks around slowly, and then back at Clevenger, a smile on his face. “I would have let you have access to him anyway, but I don’t know what you’re going to get out of him, he’s just come out of that comatose state that that hobo brought him in with… We decided it best if we keep him here, you know?”
Travis shakes his head and then looks through his eyebrows. “Who decided?”
“Uh…”
“It wasn’t the establishment was it? It wasn’t you…”
Jeremiah smiles and rubs his temple, nervously. “Ah… Noo. It wasn’t me. It came from higher up…”
“The medical board? The president? Come on Arkham…”
“A man from the government. After that hobo brought him in…”
Hobo. Heh, Nodell.
“This guy with blonde hair arrived. Said he’d been tracking him down for a long time… Had all the paper work… Signed him up for an extended stay and because everything was in order we didn’t exactly want to question it…”
Blonde? He didn’t like this one bit. He’d ask Arkham about it later, he didn’t want to seem to suspicious now. He didn’t want to jeopardise his position. Travis smiles slightly, and then changes the subject.
“You never did like The Batman, did you?”
Jeremiah notices the change of conversation, and gratefully “He’s the root of half the problems we have in this city, Clevenger, you of all people know that!”
“Yes, yes… May I ask you a question?”
“Of course…”
“Where is The Joker? Is he still in the Asylum?”
“Haven’t you heard?” Travis feels the blood drain from his face. “He escaped a few months back…” Travis feels blood trickle out of the cuts in his hand where his fingers are digging into the wooden chair.
“Oh, so we don’t know where he is?”
“Last I heard, I thought he was in Las Vegas or some such scum hole…”
“Sin City, eh? Suitable, don’t you think?”
“Yes, yes…” The two laugh again, but Travis still feels slightly unnerved.
“It’s a pleasure to have you back at our humble asylum, Mr Clevenger… I’m so sorry you had to leave because of that Hugo Strange fiasco…” Jeremiah Arkham smiles broadly, trying to make Travis feel more comfortable.
“Hugo was a good man, Jerry. I understand your want of hiring him, and I had some exploring to do of my own… I’ve been tied to entire cities for too long… Keystone, Gotham, I wanted to explore! But as you have a need, and a certain patient I’m interested in…” Travis shrugs. “I’m back.”
“Certain patient, eh? I’m assuming you mean Victor Sage…”
“If you want to call him that…” Travis smiles. “Yes, and I have all the paper work to ensure I’ll be working with him directly.”
“Ah yes, yes.” Arkham looks around slowly, and then back at Clevenger, a smile on his face. “I would have let you have access to him anyway, but I don’t know what you’re going to get out of him, he’s just come out of that comatose state that that hobo brought him in with… We decided it best if we keep him here, you know?”
Travis shakes his head and then looks through his eyebrows. “Who decided?”
“Uh…”
“It wasn’t the establishment was it? It wasn’t you…”
Jeremiah smiles and rubs his temple, nervously. “Ah… Noo. It wasn’t me. It came from higher up…”
“The medical board? The president? Come on Arkham…”
“A man from the government. After that hobo brought him in…”
Hobo. Heh, Nodell.
“This guy with blonde hair arrived. Said he’d been tracking him down for a long time… Had all the paper work… Signed him up for an extended stay and because everything was in order we didn’t exactly want to question it…”
Blonde? He didn’t like this one bit. He’d ask Arkham about it later, he didn’t want to seem to suspicious now. He didn’t want to jeopardise his position. Travis smiles slightly, and then changes the subject.
“You never did like The Batman, did you?”
Jeremiah notices the change of conversation, and gratefully “He’s the root of half the problems we have in this city, Clevenger, you of all people know that!”
“Yes, yes… May I ask you a question?”
“Of course…”
“Where is The Joker? Is he still in the Asylum?”
“Haven’t you heard?” Travis feels the blood drain from his face. “He escaped a few months back…” Travis feels blood trickle out of the cuts in his hand where his fingers are digging into the wooden chair.
“Oh, so we don’t know where he is?”
“Last I heard, I thought he was in Las Vegas or some such scum hole…”
“Sin City, eh? Suitable, don’t you think?”
“Yes, yes…” The two laugh again, but Travis still feels slightly unnerved.