<div align="center"><strong>Gotham City, Gotham Bay<br/>Arkham Asylum<br/>March 23, 2016<br/>0400 (4:00 AM)</strong></div><br/><div align="center">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/smallville/images/5/59/2641378-screen_shot_2012_10_11_at_10.12.05_am.png/revision/latest?cb=20140304230409)(http://batmangothamcity.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/Batman-Arkham-Asylum-2.jpg)(http://img10.deviantart.net/0da4/i/2010/019/c/3/arkham_asylum_hallway_color_by_craigcermak.jpg)</div><br/>Clinical Psychiatrists and nurses in white scrubs walked the quiet halls of the asylum. The floors were lined with steel grates, and vines of numerous pipes, lights, and wires sloped from the ceiling overhead. Like Blackgate, the walls were concrete and steel, but no visitor to the asylum would have known such a grunge atmosphere existed past the polished white marble floors and buffed wooden desk of the quaint reception hall. There were<em>patients</em>locked in cells with massive windows to grant them no privacy. Wall cameras were all over, watching everyone and anyone. A patient couldn’t even masturbate without security watching from the control room. The medical staff and security personnel became desensitized to the crazy antics of the patients. Some tried to put on a good show by parading around in their cell stark-naked, singing songs, and swinging their joysticks around. Some did anything for attention, while others did whatever they could to achieve privacy. Some made fortresses out of the sheets of their bed and hid, some hid under the beds, and others went as far as to paint the windows in their excrement. The asylum as pretty as its exterior tried to make it seem was no better than Blackgate Penitentiary. The fact that it had tried to present the image of a high-class mansion was as deceptive as the devil in pink.<br/><br/>The lights flickered on and off and the building shook with a rumble. Several personnel froze with their arms spread in fear.<br/><br/>“What was that?” one nurse exclaimed.<br/><br/>“A break out?”<br/><br/>A security guard grabbed his shoulder radio and demanded, “What’s going on?”<br/><br/>The radio crackled a response: “You…you won’t believe this.”<br/><br/>“Try me.”<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">BANG!</span></span><br/><br/>The rupture of steel and pipe sent gas flooding the air. Nurses and psychiatrists having fallen in their startle scrambled away from the fumes that billowed about the shadow of a man who levitated inches above the floor. His eyes glowed red like a demon and when he drifted into the rays of a swinging overhead lamp, the personnel were stunned to see the intruder to be none other than Superman.<br/><br/>“Su-Superman!?” a nurse whimpered.<br/><br/>The security guard’s mouth was agape. “Never mind…He’s here.”<br/><br/>Releasing his radio, the guard rested a hand on his pistol as he marched after The Man of Steel.<br/><br/>“Superman, what is the meaning of this? You just wrecked the place!”<br/><br/>The hero never turned or acknowledged the guard. He continued to float along passing the nurses and doctors who cowered into the walls. The patients were even staring just as confused to see the Kryptonian breaking into the asylum. The nervous and unsure security guard followed after him. They walked until they arrived in Maximum Security Cell Block 1. Unlike the cells of minimum security, the maximum security cells had a door with a tiny glass rectangular window. No one really cared what those patients did to themselves. They were lost causes, but in order to continue to receive funding for other projects, the asylum took responsibility for their containment.<br/><br/>Superman’s head started to turn as he scanned each room, his x-ray vision allowing him to see through the two-feet thick walls of reinforced steel as though he were looking through a crystal ball. He stopped before the cell that the security guard immediately recognized:<br/><br/>“Victor Zsasz? What do you want with him?” the guard asked.<br/><br/>Superman drifted closer to the door, grasped it by the handle and yanked it free—the door resounding with a whining metallic squeal. Tossing it aside, the door banged unceremoniously down the hall and the orange light of the hallway rushed in to bathe a thin, lean man whose body was marked in thick tallied scars that had keloid over. Zsasz was huddled against the wall, his legs curled to his chest and face tucked behind his knees to hide his eyes from the light that even as dim as it was still stung his retinas.<br/><br/>Superman lowered to the floor and stood there quietly as he waited for the killer’s eyes to adjust. Zsasz peeked over his shoulder, squinting as he took in the familiar silhouette of…Superman?<br/><br/>“Superman?...You’re still alive, I see. Shame. Is there no knife sharp enough to end your pain? Or…wait! Have you finally decided to come to me for healing?” Zsasz asked with a grin cracking on his face.<br/><br/>“What do you want with him Superman? He’s insane,” the guard questioned.<br/><br/>Slowly rising to his feet, Zsasz cast his green eyes upon the guard as he stood before the man in nothing but briefs that had once been white. They were soiled a different tinge from who knew what exactly.<br/><br/>“Officer Calzada…I remember you,” he said.<br/><br/>The guard quickly drew his pistol to aim it at the criminal and in a flash, Superman’s hand had whacked the gun away. Officer Calzada’s hands quaked from the sharp pain when they were slapped going numb as he clenched them against his chest.<br/><br/>“Superman, why?” he whimpered, feeling scared and betrayed.<br/><br/>Zsasz slowly wandered out of his cell as though he hadn’t seen the outside in 1,000 years. He first glanced at Superman and grinned at him.<br/><br/>“Maybe you’re shy. Wait right here, let me show you how I perform the ritual,” the serial killer explained.<br/><br/>The security guard scrambled for his riot baton, swinging it out to extend the rod. He then immediately grasped his shoulder radio and frantically reported, “We have an escaped patient in Maximum Cell Block 1. Superman has gone berserk! He let out Zsasz! We need back up. Put the asylum on full alert!”<br/><br/>The alarm howled and red lights began to flash. Superman glanced up at the ceiling and searched it for the source of the noise curiously. Zsasz was prowling toward the security guard as the guard was timidly stepping back.<br/><div class="floatright">(http://batman-news.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/52Zsasz1.jpg)</div><br/>“Stay back Zsasz! Or I’ll knock those sick-fuck teeth out of your mouth!” the guard screamed.<br/><br/>Zsasz chuckled. “Let me release you. It will feel good. I promise.”<br/><br/>“Stay back! Superman! Superman help me!”<br/><br/>The Man of Steel only watched as Zsasz sprang upon the guard. The two got into a tussle that ended with Zsasz getting a hold of his baton and beating his skull in. With a long smile on his face, Zsasz hammered in the guard’s skull until his body, hands, and the floor were covered in blood.<br/><br/>“You got to paint everything in their blood. It’s the only way you’ll know for sure that they’re dead!” Zsasz explained as he beat the guard down to his brain matter. He only stopped when he was exhausted, his cock hard and raised, stretching out the band of his briefs. He slumped forward, his chest swelling and sinking with his exhausted and exhilarated breaths.<br/><br/>“You see? You see, you see, you see? Ha ha ha ha! Look how HAPPY he is!”<br/><br/>Zsasz glanced back and his brows rose when he saw that Superman had silently departed. Glancing back down at the guard, Zsasz started removing the man’s clothes and gear.<br/><br/>“That’s all right. You’ll come around when you’re ready.”<br/><br/>He giggled.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Other patients released:</strong><br/>Solomon Grundy<br/>Poison Ivy<br/><br/><strong>Important Notes:</strong>By the time the heroes reach Arkham Asylum, Zsasz will have the asylum under his control. He has a special treat for each of the visitors in every cell block. There are not only hostages but villains that would want to do them harm. Heroes will have to participate in Zsasz’s little hostage game and eventually discover where the serial killer is hiding.<br/><br/><strong>Total Hostages:</strong>12