Arkham Asylum stood in a rather remote location. When Arkham had originally chosen the site for the hospital, the main concern had been that security technology was not advanced enough, and certain dangerous patients could easily escape. Building the hospital somewhere isolated would make breaking out more difficult.
But later, after Schiller became the attending physician here, he understood one principle well: if you wanted to get rich, build roads first.
Thus, with the mayor's approval, construction began on a main road leading to Arkham Asylum, and it had already opened to traffic by the end of last year.
The funds for the road had mainly come from voluntary donations by the patients here. After all, winding muddy roads gave their stretched luxury cars and modified sports cars no room to perform. Since the main road opened, they could even come here to be hospitalized every weekend.
At that moment, the uniquely shaped Batmobile sped down the main road. The engine's roar carried far through the woods lining both sides of the road, like the mournful howl of some dormant beast in the dead of night.
As Batman rushed toward Arkham Asylum with the Joker he had knocked unconscious, a faint glimmer flashed through the hospital's dark corridors, casting an eerie green reflection across the polished marble floor.
With a click, a window suddenly flew open. The freezing wind howled inside, and as it swept through the dark corridor, it made ghostly whimpering sounds.
But then, with a bang, one of the corridor doors opened. A burly man with a full beard stepped out and shouted:
"What the hell are you all screaming about? If you want to do drugs, go to the second floor! Stop making ghost noises here!"
Only after roaring that did he realize there was no