The New Doctor At Arkham Asylum

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
The first entry of a new assistant head doctor at Arkham.

Submitted: March 19, 2017

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Author's Note: ?If your waiting for more of my funny lighthearted stuff, don't worry, there is a sequel of "Two Sailors" coming out soon with more on the way, plus the next chapter of "A Dragons Quest West" (and what ever random story idea comes to mind as well). For now, please enjoy my first steps into fanfiction and darker stories. This will be a short series of journal entries, so this will not be the last one. Please comment below as knowing that I have readers who want to see more helps to push me to wright. Iapologize for the chaotic uploads or if i don't imidiatly answer your comment, I'm at a pretty chaotic time in my life so....yay. Again sorry for the grammer, I have a reading and wrighting disorder. But that won't stop me from wrighting stories. And with that finally done, on with the show.............

 

Journal

 

First entry: may 1st, 2007

 

Day: 1 week: 1

 

To whomever is reading this, please forgive any grammar mistakes as english is not my first language. This is not a official documentation, just personal thoughts.

 

Good. I suppose I should start this journal by introducing myself. I am Germany’s highest praised doctor of all time: Doctor Frederic Elite Bachmann, new adviser and assistant head psychologist of Arkham Asylum in Gotham City, the United States of America. I was formerly the head of “Le centre de la réhabilitation de person dangereux de Bruxelle” (“The Bruxelle’s centre of rehabilitation of dangerous peoples” in english) - but everyone here just calls it “The Arkham of Europe”. That is a poor comparison.

 

The only thing that Arkham has above C.R.P.D.B. is the beautiful architecture. But even that proves bad for the patient's health. Red brick, poor lighting, tiny windows ment to keep in heat which doesn’t stop Arkham from having bad heating, you can even taste rust in the water! I don’t feel safe just working there so I can only image what it must be like for the mentally ill patients who live there. In fact, all the problems with this facility can be summed up in the name itself: Arkham Asylum. Not: the Arkham hospital or the Arkham facility for the criminally insane, just Arkham Asylum. They don’t even care enough to give it a proper name, just a nickname.

 

But they can’t be all incompetent if they hired me. They recognize that they have a problem and that there not the first ones have it. Before I got there, the C.R.P.D.B. had a rehabilitation rate of only 3% and a breakout rate of 73% (still better than Arkham’s 0.01% rehabilitation rate and 91% breakout rate, but still pretty bad). It was just a expensive waiting sell before they broke free and terrorized the people once more. But after I got incharge, everything got better. Now less than 44% of patience breakout, 23% of patients are rehabilitated and 19% go on to become superheroes, saving lives on a daily basis. If I could do the same for Arkham, The Batman might finally get a vacation (the poor guys seems to always be working). To fix Arkham, now that will get me in the history books.

 

The head psychologist, one Dr. Marie Strange (daughter of patient and ex-head psychologist of Arkham, Hugo Strange) told me during my first tour today that I should make a list of info I will need to start improving the “Asylum”. The first thing on that list will be to find out who was the guard who tried to lock me up because of my facial deformity. I should explain for those who will not know: I was born with a deformity which makes it looks like I’m always frowning or I’m always really angry. I was prepared for people to say stuff like,”I knew that the germans were cold, but your just heartless” and then I would explain my condition to them. But apparently, at Arkham, if you look wierd (I believe the word he used was “freakish”) you’re a patient. If this is how they treat “freaks” in Gotham, it’s no wonder that they create more insane supervillains than the entire continent of Europe.

 

Finally, there's my new apartment in downtown Gotham. It nice. It small. The landlord women was very pretty (if timid) but she seemed little taken aback by my appearance so I’ll just keep our relationship at “friends”. There isn’t really anything else to say and I’m pretty tired so I’m going to bed.


I have just realized I have no bed.

 

 


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