Batmare: Arkham Asylum

by TheDarkMare16


Chapter 13: A Courtesy Visit

I opened the door that leads inside a pathway with aqueducts above me. The aqueducts are old and unused. They remained in stony lonesome without any water flowing through their grooves. Grassy shrubbery is scarce in this area and cracks and crumbled walls threatened the instability of this area. I galloped down a slope that leads to a door that opens West Arkham.

The door opens and I am on the right track of following Shining Armor’s tobacco on the ground. A stony archway is on my far left, over a shallow ravine. A wooden bridge is one of the leading pathways that lead to the Visiting Center on my right. The Center is a place the builders added for hardcore prisoners incarcerated in the Penitentiary, next door of the Visiting Center, to well, you know, visits their relatives.

On the far end of the segment, across from the Penitentiary and the Visiting Center is one of the biggest facilities of the Island: The Medical Facility. That is where they’ve took Shining Armor. Shrubbery had overgrown the ground and the walls of the Visiting Center. Bare brambles and lengthy vines cover the entrance of the Penitentiary. Above the Penitentiary is an upper floor that leads to a control room, barricaded. One watchtower stood over the Western side of Arkham Island. Also, there is a flight of stairs at the very bottom of the island that leads to the upper platform that enters anypony in the Penitentiary. In addition, an inactive lift is placed at the bottom of the Medical Facility. But there is a flight of stairs in case the lift is not working.

I spotted two henchponies at the Visiting Center, but they are not minding my presence. They appeared to be working on a constructive project on the entrance of the Visiting Center. An Earth pony and Unicorn are hammering the nails of painted wood and boards on the frontal wall of the Center.

To ensure that they will not notice me entering the short hall that leads to the Visiting Center’s door, I snuck up behind them, sprayed the Explosive Gel encapsulated in its shield and stood back. They still didn’t notice my presence at all, so I detonated the gel and the two work ponies flew in the air, disoriented by the blast. I wasted no time by knocking them out with two Ground Takedowns.

I walked through the hall. The floor is like a dried, shriveled, dirty, grimy, and shaggy red carpet. Ripped posters are the only appeasing decoration of the hallway. I opened the door. Inside the Center, in a tight, enclosed space, several booths like the ones in prison for calling relatives filled the hall. Wooden stools in both ends of the Plexiglas window are knocked down, and some windows are cracked, probably from the crazies. The booths are numbered on each side. 1 and 2 on the right and 3 and 4 on the left but the window in front of me perplexed me.

Mind you, it’s not another booth. It’s a museum-like showcase with cracks in it. There is a door on the right side, I do not know what it leads to, and probably the control center of the entire Penitentiary and Visiting Center, but the vision of the center is too obscured. But the object in the case angers me.

The object is a life-like mannequin of the pony that caused all this death and chaos. The one that needs to be stopped, at all costs: the Mane-iac. I wanted to punch through the glass case and end it right here but I had second thoughts, thinking it might be another booby trap. The mannequin is sitting on a stool, with its right hoof holding a small TV, sitting lackadaisically. As expected, the TV switched on the real Mane-iac.

“Come in, sit down, and take off your mask. So Bats, I was thinking, you really could use a friend in here. Somepony to talk to, share secrets with, should we start with the big one: Who is that behind the mask? Why do you feel the need to go out in the world and fight ponies like me? Do you really think you can win? We’ll see,” Mane-iac said sinisterly.

The TV switches off. I took note of that message and feeling that there could be more of these irksome yet suspicious messages from this mannequin. I know I can win and I know I can beat her. I turned around and exited out of the Visiting Center. Unknown to me, the mannequin laid its right arm on the chair.

Back outside, I ran to the watchtower to look for any survivors. I found another deceased body but luckily, I found another guard.


“Batmare, what’s going on? The crazies are moving towards the Medial Facility. What’s Mane-iac doing?” he asked anxiously.

“She’s trying to take control of the island piece by piece. It looks like Medical is her next target. Has anypony got out of the building?” I replied and asked.

“I saw a doctor trying to get out. He was torn apart, thrown in the water, he’d never stood a chance,” he replied somberly.

“You wait here, I’ll be back,” I ordered.

I spotted six Blackgate inmates, responsible for the poor doctor’s demise. I’m going to have to teach these idiotic punks a lesson. I glided off the watchtower and heard the distorted intercom chime.

“I just want everypony to know that I…I really appreciate all the hard work. You know, watching you guys is like a night-in, watching my favorite movie. What’s the name of the movie again? Oh yes: Attack of the Stupid, Bumbling Idiots who can’t stop an even bigger idiot running around dressed like a Bat! Now get to it, I’m getting bored,” Mane-iac announced and spouted.

I landed on the ground in front of the Medical Facility and galloped up a stair flight that leads to the entrance above ground. I counted six Blackgate convicts beating on a deceased doctor from the Facility. I threw my batarang at them to grab their attention.

“It’s the Bat!” one shouted. Two Earth ponies, two Unicorns, and two griffons, this is going to be easy.

One thug tried to kick me but I countered it by hitting the back of his leg and kicking his groin three times before he lands on the ground, clutching his groin in pain. I spotted one Unicorn swinging a pipe at me but I grabbed the pipe, jabbed it in his gut and slamming it across his head, sending him flying.

Yet again, another thug tries to swing one on me, but this time, I grabbed the metal pipe. I slammed it across his face and head, lifted him up above my head and slamming him on the ground, breaking his arm and his leg. Quickly, I threw a batarang at one thug, knocking him down momentarily. I stunned another one by using my Cape Stun, leaving him disoriented of his surroundings, giving me a chance to roundhouse kick him.

One thug tried to grab a hold of me in a full-Nelson but I elbowed him in the abdomen, head-butted his head, turned around and kneed him. I quickly grabbed his hand when he down, twisting it. He screamed in agony of his broken bones before passing out. I grabbed a thug’s fist, clubbed his head twice, following with a kick to his abdomen. As per chance, I head-butt a griffon’s face, turning him to his side on the ground, held his outstretched arm and broke it. I threw a quick-fire batarang at the knocked down thug, leaving him until last. I picked up the disoriented henchpony and threw him over the railing, knocking him out. I performed a Ground Takedown on the last thug and ended the effortless fight.

I threw three batarangs at three chattering teeth in front of the entrance. Before entering the Facility, I heard the intercom’s distorted chime.

“Good evening, fillies and gentlecolts, I keep getting troubling reports of a bat infestation in Mane-iac Asylum. Let me remind everypony, that it is their civic duty to exterminate this vermin. We can’t let it make its way back to the mainland,” Mane-iac announced.
I opened the door to enter the Medical Facility, where I can find my brother.