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Arkham Hate	By : drowsteel Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3913 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: This chapter doesn't have any sex in it. Go on, skip to the next one.

“Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy are now on the LOOSE!” Jeremiah Arkham was screaming at Aaron Cash, the head of security. “We lost a guard! What the hell was he doing alone with her in the first place?!”

“He got put on night shift because he was being over-familiar with inmates,” Cash answered. “Guess it didn’t teach him his lesson.”

“ALL our people need that lesson!” Arkham snarled. “If ANYONE AT ALL thinks they can get friendly with Jane Doe and not get their skin cut off, we need to correct them!”

“I know,” Cash unknowingly clutched the hook which now served as his hand. “But no matter how many times we told Doctor Harlene Quinnzel that the Joker was bad news, you remember?”

Arkham sighed. “Why, Cash? What the hell do we need to do to get it through people’s heads?”

Cash didn’t answer that question. “I better get back to my officers,” he said. “We don’t just get one incident at a time around here. We get sympathetic disasters.”

Sixteen hours later, there had been eight inmate fights, seventeen total searches of inmate’s cells, and two staff members injured. It actually hadn’t been too busy, except for the murder and escape eighteen hours ago. Most all the shifts had been doubled, and many workers had been at the asylum more than twenty-four hours.

“YOU AIN’T SHIT, ZSASZ!”

Since his arrival in the Asylum, Mertron “Monster” Aldritch had taken every opportunity to scream at Mr. Zsasz. He was jealous of the treatment Zsasz got.

No one else was. Zsasz was only ever allowed out of full restraints at night, when he went to sleep. After the last time Zsasz had killed a staff member, the asylum had hired two special guards just especially for him: Kim Nguyen and John Yarbrough. John was a former heavyweight boxer, and Kim had third-degree black belts in several martial arts, and they were the only guards who were allowed to escort Zsasz.

Monster felt like he was just as bad a killer as Zsasz was. He couldn’t figure out why he didn’t get the same treatment.

As Zsasz was wheeled past Monster’s cell, there was always screaming.

“YOU AIN’T SHIT!” Monster roared. “YOU MOTHERFUCKER! YOU AIN’T THE JOKER! YOU AIN’T WORSE THAN ME!”

Zsasz hardly ever responded. He just relaxed in his restraints, smiling.

Kim and John went through the seven-step process of moving Zsasz from his restraint cart to his cell. It involved unstrapping him, placing him in the cell, securing him to the wall, undoing his body restraints, leaving the cell, remote deactivation of the wall restraints, then removal of Zsasz’s hand and foot restraints through special compartments in the plexiglass wall.

“Thank you,” Zsasz said as the last restraint was removed. “I hope that the two of you don’t have to work overtime.”

“Thanks, Zsasz,” John replied. “Don’t give us any reason to.”

“Good night, Mister Zsasz,” Kim said.

Three hours after Kim and John had gone home, Zsasz started acting up.

“Get his guards back here,” Arkam told Cash. The both of them were working beyond exhaustion, and had thought their long day was finally over when they saw Zsasz on the monitors, pulling his bolted-to-the-wall cot off the wall.

“Page Kim and John,” Cash barked into his radio, knowing that it would be at least twenty minutes before either one could be back. “And get me a five-man lockdown on Zsasz!”

The five-man team was all in riot gear, gathered outside the cell. The team leader, Officer Green, knew they couldn’t wait for Zsasz’s special guard to show up.

Right in front of them, Zsasz was twisting his metal cot back and forth. By the time the guards got there, Zsasz would have a dozen makeshift knives and clubs. Zsasz grinned at Green as he worked on his weapons.

“Tase him,” Green said.

Officer Barnett opened Zsasz’s restraint compartment, aiming the tazer through it. As it deployed, Zsasz ducked behind his broken cot and the prongs bounced off it uselessly. Zsasz laughed.

“Smoke him,” Green growled. “Mask up.”

The team removed face shields and donned their gas masks. Barnett moved away from the opening and Ramirez stepped in, gas grenade in hand.

As tear gas filled Zsasz’s cell, he started coughing and choking. He stumbled to the back wall, sweating as his eyes burned.

“Before he gets used to it,” Green said. “We’re going in.”

Four officers lined up behind a riot shield, and Green threw the cell door open.

“BACK OUT!” Cash roared into his radio, but it was too late. From the monitors, he could see that Zsasz hadn’t stumbled. Zsasz had a Coke bottle. A plastic one, rubbed against the floor until it had a sharp tip, and coated with God knew what.

The first cop in, the one with the riot shield, only had time enough to scream as Zsasz lept on him, shoving the sharpened bottle over the shield but under the gas mask, right into the man’s throat. The officers behind him tripped on him, and Zsasz tore into them with bare hands, his muscles hard as steel coils as he attacked their unarmored faces.

“ANOTHER TEAM!” Cash bellowed. “AOTHER FIVE MAN LOCKDOWN ON ZSASZ!” They wouldn’t get there soon enough. Cash raced out of the monitor room, hoping he could get to Zsasz first.

Bolts which Zsasz had been sharpening for months were now deadly weapons, shredding flesh like paper. Inmates cheered.

“Oh god,” Green whispered as Zsasz emerged from his cell, covered in blood and holding a broken riot stick.

“Keys?” Zsasz grinned, holding out his hand. Inmates still in their cells roared, cheering Zsasz on.

Green swallowed hard. “Fuck you,” he snarled, drawing his own baton. He didn’t get to swing it twice.

“Monster,” Zsasz grinned as he arrived at Merton Aldritch’s cell, looking through Green’s keyring.

Monster stood in the center of his cell, suddenly not feeling like screaming at Zsasz. Suddenly sorry he’d ever done it.

Zsasz unlocked the door and slid it open. Monster didn’t move.

“Come on,” Zsasz stepped inside the cell. Monster stepped back.

“I ain’t afraid of you,” Monster’s voice trembled. “You ain’t shit.”

Zsasz took another step in. Monster took another step back.

“ZSASZ!” Cash bellowed, racing down the hallways. The inmates hooted and cheered, worked up like they hadn’t been in a long time.

What remained of Monster was only recognizable because it was still in his cell. The broken baton had been driven through his head sideways and smashed against the wall.

“All units,” Cash was breathing hard. “Zsasz is loose, he’s got keys, he’s armed. Deploy firearms. If you see him, kill him. We’ve probably got six dead already.”

In an hour, half the Gotham Police Department was outside the asylum. Any guard who had been at home was back on duty. After a long search, it could be conclusively said that Mister Zsasz was at large.
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