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// Chapter 1: Introduction 
// Story: Batmare: Arkham Asylum 
// by TheDarkMare16 
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Chapter 1: Introduction

Tonight is a drenched night.  The Mane-iac is apprehended and is now currently getting transferred back to Arkham Asylum, hopefully for good.  I won’t hope too much, too many times the Mane-iac escaped Arkham’s security and cause chaos and destruction upon the city of Manehattan.  This is the introduction to all of the chaos, not in Manehattan, but on Arkham Island.
The rain poured the city and the thunder rolling continuously in the night sky.  Mist and fog cloaked the entire city in a mysterious silhouette with the buildings’ lights shone brightly across the Saddle River.  Lightning flashed in various locations at different times and different patterns.  Ponies sheltered inside their homes, protected by the wrath of nature in a form of a storm.  Unknowing to the sleeping ponies, sirens blared from the other side of Manehattan at City Hall.  The Mayor was about to resign her term for a mayoral campaign but a certain criminal decided to end her life by the explosion of a bomb.

The criminal’s name is unknown.  No origin, no name, no occupation, no family, nothing.  She had no other alias; she’d just appear into Manehattan at the worst time.  She is a green Earth pony, with a tainted purple coat wearing a dark purple suit with a yellow collar and orange bow tie.  Alongside, she had elongated hair, green in hue.  The most terrifying and dangerous feature of the Mane-iac is her green eyes with red pupils.

The eye has six forms with fifteen different variations.  When the eye is open, the pony is contented, surprised, appalled, or any other emotion that involves a form of shock or anxiety, positive or negative.  When the eye closes, the pony is angry, depressed, envious, or any other emotion that involves a form of negative energy.  Her eyes, those endless portals of madness and hatred and death and destruction:  the green irises glow whenever in a dark silhouette and her red pupils beamed, giving the darkness an ominous and evil presence.  Those eyes are blank, filled with nothing but pure hate and evil.  

She’ll laugh at anything, from bad jokes to death of millions, even billions.  She cares absolutely nothing to anypony whatsoever, she’ll lie like the Devil, she laughs like the sickest jester, and she kills like the lowest criminal.  In my Rogue Gallery, a collection of weaponry or items and statues of my enemies, she is the Queen in my Gallery.  She goes by the Clown Princess of Crime, The Comeback Queen, The Ace of Knaves, The White Duchess of Death, and the Harlequin of Hate.  Whenever she looks at you, you will be staring into those atrocious gateways; you will see every horrible crime she had ever committed throughout the past six years.  Crime has never been this horrendous and elevated before.  It’s a repeated cycle, she breaks out of Arkham, creates havoc and decimation, I show up, stop her, and dropped her back to the institution.  It’ll never end, not unless one of us ends up dead.  That’s the point of this war between us:  I cannot kill her without become like her and she cannot kill me because she’ll lose the only pony that can keep up with her.  She goes by:  The Mane-iac.

Tonight, I apprehended the Mane-iac from City Hall, sparing the Mayor’s life.  What I don’t like tonight is that the Mane-iac is a persistent, stubborn, chaotic, and evil individual who will never give up this war that is going on for six years right now, six years of my Batmare duty.  This night, she gave up, almost without a fight.  I’ll figure it out when I drop her off on Arkham Island.  As I drove my Batmobile through the city, a Royal Guard officer called her other companions about the capture.  

"All units, head back to Manehattan Hall.  Batmare has apprehended the Mane-iac, Mane-iac is now en route to Arkham Island."

I drove my vehicle past several police officers and headed to my rogue gallery, the infamous Arkham Asylum as I drove past the sign.  “ARKHAM:  Hitchhikers may be escaping inmates.”  As I continue to drive towards the massive asylum, I ignored the insane clown’s random spouting and talking, either to herself or to me.  

“Stand back, fool, I got a bomb! Oh, wait, ha!” 
Ignoring my captive’s incessant noise, I arrived at the Asylum’s gates, stone angels with lanterns guarding the iron gates, leading towards the massive institution.  Finally, I could drop off this annoying clown and probably catch some peace, but since the Mane-iac gave up easily, I have to keep a closer eye on her.
“Hey, Batsy, aren’t you coming with me, for a little romantic dinner in the loony bin?  I hope you don’t have too much time on your hooves,” she asked.  Her only response was silence.

“Always the strong and silent type, well then, let’s see we can break your silence:  Are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there-“I hit her in the face with my back hoof, but as usual, she continues to yap at the mouth.  As I was ready to hit her again, I sighed in relief that I arrived at the Intensive Treatment building doors, I exited my vehicle and grabbed the Mane-iac’s shoulders and carry her inside the building.