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Batman: Eternal: Season 2, Episode 11 - Arkham Interview

by Mockingchu

Mockingchu Gah. I hope this season isn't as boring to read as it is to write. Trudging through... Season 3 will be better, I just have to make it.

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“Jonathan Crane,” Batman said, appearing from a corner.
“Jesus! You have to stop sneaking up on me like that!” Jonathan Crane exclaimed. He put away a stack of papers, cramming them in a drawer of his desk.
“It’s tradition,” Batman shrugged. He always made a sneaky entrance.
“What do you need this time?” Dr. Crane asked.
“I need to talk with Pamela Isley,” Batman said.
“Poison Ivy? What about?”
“Her garden, believe it or not.”
“I’ll send you down with a team of guards,” Dr. Crane nodded.
“I won’t need them,” Batman said.
“Protocol,” Dr. Crane responded.

“Red Robin, I’m entering the Greenhouse,” Batman stated. He was being escorted by a team of heavily equipped guards. Ahead of him was a series of thick steel doors, that would lead to the Greenhouse, Ivy’s special holding cell.
“Red Robin? What kind of a name is that?” one guard scoffed.
“Not one that I picked out,” Batman sighed.
The guard chuckled as he scanned his keycard. Two other guards stepped up to do the same. Then, they pressed their thumbs onto the wall beneath the scanner. The first door slid open.
“Go on in,” one of the guards instructed. Batman entered, and the door shut behind him. There was still another door, that opened shortly after the first had closed.
Batman was in the Greenhouse. It was a steel, cubic room. Nothing green about it. Except for the woman in the corner.
Pamela Isley. Poison Ivy.
Poison Ivy’s skin was emerald green. A few veins were a darker, seaweed green. Vines and flowers crept up her body, forming cover for her body. Her eyes were a dark, menacing yellow.
“Batman,” Poison Ivy scowled. A few sprouts curled off of her finger.
“Poison Ivy. I need your help in an investigation,” Batman said.
“And why would I help you?” Poison Ivy asked, standing up. The sprout on her finger reached towards Batman.
Immediately, the room heated up. The sprout shriveled up.
“Damn you Crane!” Poison Ivy hollered.
“Ivy, someone is using your plants to create a dangerous drug. One that causes people to go mad, and simultaneously perform superhuman tasks. If someone were made delirious while possessing the strength the drug provides… they could do quite a bit of damage to the environment,” Batman explained, “You don’t want that.”
“I’m an eco-warrior. So what? It doesn’t mean I’ll help the guy who locked me up. Hell, I was on a quest to save the ecosystem before you tossed me in this oven.”
“Ivy, your quest included the death of mankind,” Batman pointed out.
“Doesn’t mean it wasn’t right,” Poison Ivy shrugged.
“I just need to know who’s been taking your plants,” Batman said.
“Look around, Batman. You think I’m growing plants in here? The moment that a single pod begins to bloom, this room incinerates it.”
“So you don’t know who’s taking your plants?” Batman asked.
“I do know. No one. No one could. All my plants are dying…” Poison Ivy began to break down.
“I’ll admit, this cell is a bit excessive. But you do have a mean streak. Dr. Crane is doing what is necessary,” Batman said.
“You and I have a different idea on what necessary means,” Poison Ivy sniffled, “Mine means saving the Earth. Yours means saving yourself.”
“Mine means saving Gotham,” Batman corrected.
“Who’s the hero now?” Poison Ivy asked, “The woman who wants to save the world, or the monster who wants to save his city?”

“That went about as well as I expected,” Batman sighed, exiting the Greenhouse.
“She’s batty,” one guard joked, then turned beet red.
“It’s alright,” Batman smiled, “No offense taken.”
“Did you just-” another guard began.
“Smile?” the third guard finished.
“Never,” Batman said.
“Right,” the first nodded, “Batman never smiles.”
“Tell me, who knows the ins and outs of the Asylum best?” Batman asked.
“Other than the dude who built this place? Warden Crane,” the second guard shrugged.
“He’s always busy. Who else?” Batman asked.
“Probably Quinn,” the third guard suggested.
“Take me to him,” Batman ordered.
“Her,” the first guard said.
“Her. Take me to her.”
The guards nodded in unison, and escorted Batman through Arkham Asylum. Old enemies of Batman appeared left and right.
“She’s quite a ways away,” the third guard said, “Over in the clown car.”
Clown Car. Code for Joker’s cell.
“A fan of Joker?” Batman asked.
“Nah. His psychologist. Like he’ll ever go straight,” the second guard muttered.
“Well let’s hurry up. I’ve put a lot of these thugs in here,” Batman said, “I’ve got a feeling they wouldn’t be too friendly if I got close.”
The guards whisked Batman away. They made it to a thick, rusted door. The guards let Batman in. It was pitch black.
“Hiya Bats,” came a creaky voice.
“How’d you know?” Batman asked.
“He recognizes your footsteps,” said a female voice.
The lights came on, and Batman saw a blonde woman sitting next to Joker. Joker was strapped to a bed.
“I’m so glad you came to see me,” Joker smiled, running his snake-like tongue over his rosy red lips.
“I need answers.”
“Don’t you always?” Joker chuckled. His once vibrant green hair had dulled to a miserable swampy color.
“Scarecrow. Who is he?” Batman asked.
“Scarecrow? Oh, he lives here. Creeps through the halls. He visits me in Ivy’s garden every once and a while,” Joker said, “He snips some of the weird brown buds. I prefer brighter colors.”
“What else do you know?”
“Nothing. Nothing I can tell you,” Joker grinned.
Batman rushed over to Joker, and got in his face.
“Wait!” the woman said, shoving Batman away, “You’ll aggravate him.”
“I need to know-”
“Out! Out of the cell! Now! Go!” the woman yelled, shooing Batman away.
“It’s alright, Quinn,” Joker sighed, “He needs to let out his aggression. Let him.”
“I won’t play your games, Joker,” Batman said, “You won’t bait me.”
“Go on, hit me,” Joker jeered.
“I’m leaving. You know nothing. You’re just messing with me,” Batman scowled.
“Sir, we should talk in the hall,” the woman, Quinn, advised.
Batman nodded, and left.
“Batman, Joker is insane. You know that. This Scarecrow character isn’t real. I’m by his side at all times, and I’ve never seen anyone. Don’t get mad at him,” Quinn pleaded.
“Fine,” Batman said, then talked to Red Robin, “Dead end. Joker knows nothing.”
“If you ever need anything, just come on back,” Quinn said, “But don’t barge in.”
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    Mockingchu
    @33v33_lover @Generation Sect tell all your friends about Batman: Eternal. I need publicity.

    Also, what are some things you like and dislike about Batman: Eternal at the moment? What things need improvement?
    Mar 9, 2018
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