Gotham City, where the people were simple and honest; Arkham, where talent abounded.
This long-circulating folk rhyme alone summed up Gotham, the city of sin. Gotham's citizens were simple and honest—so honest that theft and robbery had become everyday occurrences. Countless criminals were straightforward by nature: if they said they would rob you, they would never hesitate. The famed Arkham Asylum was even more a holy land where talent abounded.
Arkham was less a hospital than a super-prison, outfitted with every kind of high-tech measure. Every year, countless vicious criminals were locked away here.
Without exaggeration, whichever criminal could control Arkham would inevitably become Gotham's king.
Today, Arkham received a special visitor: Donnie, a Stark Group shareholder and a highly respected Mutant known as The Mechanic.
Honestly, when Donnie came to visit, the warden of Arkham Prison was quite surprised. What was this guy doing at Arkham? This kind of prison was enough to make countless pampered people turn pale at the mention of it. Forget going inside—even catching a whiff of its stench of sin would make them vomit.
No one knew exactly why Donnie had come here, nor did anyone understand what a Mechanic who knew absolutely nothing about business wanted by joining Stark's ranks. Many speculations circulated in secret, but few were reliable, and Donnie had never revealed anything to the public.
Yet the warden was all smiles, bowing and scraping as he opened doors for Donnie and his party, his attitude incomparably respectful. It was no wonder he acted that way. No matter who it was, they had to greet Donnie with a smile when he paved the way with money. Who would pick a fight with money these days?
Not to mention that Arkham was famously poor by Gotham's standards. Aside from the slums of