Glory Fiction

Creating Into The Void Of My Own Indifference to Fit In

Tag: Arkham Asylum

  • Inside the Gotham City Bank: The Bank is dark, empty and eerie but a single voice echoes giddy and disembodied throughout the marble halls: “Question: what’s Bat and right and red all over? The answer may just surprise you!” Seemingly from nowhere Batman lands in the center of the grand structure, silhouetted by the skylight…

  • Gotham: It’s a bad part of town. A poor part of town. The sky sits thick and gray in the sky. The streets and gutters are full of trash, grit and grime. Broken windows hang in dilapidated buildings that unfortunately it seems apparent people still inhabit. Yet in all this the most eerie unnatural thing…

  • The night is dark and thick with rain that pours down as unrelenting as the iron framework that keeps this facility cut off from the civilized world. Arkham Asylum. This particular extension is even more secluded, furrowed away from the main building and holding cell for the criminally insane or at least those lawyered up…