The Calendar King #1
The situation in Gotham has been getting worse and worse- attack after attack. I fear this Arkham City program is unsettling the more volatile residents here. I've just come from an appointment with young Bridget Pike. I treated her father many years ago. She pleaded with me, telling me of another timeline- one only she remembers. The poor girl's deluded. The whole thing did however peak the interest of another inmate- Roger Hayden, known by most as Psycho Pirate. He's moved on from those ramblings of his, for better or worse. The morphine may have helped there. Sometimes I wonder if I too am going mad. It's almost as though I'll miss this place when it closes. Silly I know. When the inmates are asleep I occasionally hear sounds in the walls, like there's something lurking within- a sickness perhaps. More likely it's just my imagination. But something dark took my uncle here, and his mother before that. That scares me more than any of the inmates here. Except perhaps Mr Tetch. He reminds me of my childhood.
-Jeremiah Arkham
===Arkham Asylum===
*There's been a bunch of bizarre crimes lately- started with an attack on city hall, and it just keeps on escalating. No one knows what's next. No reason or rhyme. Course most people reckon it's Joker. That's always the first conclusion people jump to. But I don't know. A bunch of inmates escaped in the riots, so we're back here looking for something. Anything that can help get to the bottom of this. Me and Jason that is. Dick has been visiting, that's been nice- he might be the only thing that keeps Damian calm. Bruce is still hurt- I don't blame him, but he keeps on fighting, always will I think. Thermal scans show that there's some kind of hidden room behind that wall. Not long abandoned. Fingerprints show that there's an access panel under one of the bricks- I know, cliché. I slide it open. There's a few wires I can cross- and voila!*
Jason- Looks like he was right. After you "Red Robin"
Tim- It's just Robin now
Jason- You changed it again? Does the little hellspawn know you're "stealing his birthright"? Maybe he'll "report you to father, Drake!"
*Gotta say, me and Jason don't exactly get along, but his Damian's on point. The room is an off-white colour- looks like an old cell. On the walls are numbers. No. Calendar pages*
Jason- Day's behind this? Seriously?
Tim- Jason look.
*I pass him a book, it's leather bound. He takes a few glances through it, then looks up at me*
===Tales from the Calendar Man===
January Fifth, National Bird's Day. I broke into the aviary, and took a bald eagle under my proverbial wing. The nation's favourite aviator. To celebrate, I trained it to attack assistant mayor Hady. It mistook his bald head for an egg. How wonderful. It's good to be free
January Sixth. Today is the fictional birthday of Sherlock Holmes. To celebrate the world's second greatest detective, I set a pack of wild hounds, giant mastiffs, on two young detectives. They screamed louder than expected. The Baskerville's was always my favourite Doyle book.
January Seventh. This is Old Rock Day. I prefer the opera myself. So I placed a device in one of the speaker systems, as people sat down to listen to some untrained tribute band. It produced a high pitched frequency that deafened them almost instantly.
January Eighth. Bubble Bath Day. I replaced the contents of several bubble bath containers with my own. Imagine the surprise Gothamites will have when their cleansing baths burn their skin off.
January Ninth. Double jeopardy. Static electricity day and Word Nerd Day. Every day is a holiday these days. Every day is a target for the Calender Man. I went to the science museum, and placed a high electrical current inside one of those ridiculous static balls. Whoever uses it is in for a shock. Of about 5000 volts. It took a while, but I also found a man big enough for me to carve a message into him. Only one word though- the biggest in the English language
January Tenth. They're making it too easy. Peculiar People Day. I sent out a few of my Arkham cellmates to cause a ruckus. Fifteen casualties. The big day approaches.
January Eleventh. Amelia Earhart Day. What better way to celebrate, than by shooting a plane out of the sky and into the ocean.
January Twelfth. National Pharmacist Day. I heard Black Mask was making major moves in the drug trade. I bought some, then distributed them among the young and adolescents. The big day is tomorrow. Make Your Dream Come True Day. I will, of course.
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Jason- I don't get it. Why would Calendar Man suddenly go on a killing spree.
Tim- You tell me Jay. You seem to know about these things. We need to call Gordon, the League even. These were just appetizers. Whatever his endgame is, goes down tomorrow.
The Calendar King #1
The situation in Gotham has been getting worse and worse- attack after attack. I fear this Arkham City program is unsettling the more volatile residents here. I've just come from an appointment with young Bridget Pike. I treated her father many years ago. She pleaded with me, telling me of another timeline- one only she remembers. The poor girl's deluded. The whole thing did however peak the interest of another inmate- Roger Hayden, known by most as Psycho Pirate. He's moved on from those ramblings of his, for better or worse. The morphine may have helped there. Sometimes I wonder if I too am going mad. It's almost as though I'll miss this place when it closes. Silly I know. When the inmates are asleep I occasionally hear sounds in the walls, like there's something lurking within- a sickness perhaps. More likely it's just my imagination. But something dark took my uncle here, and his mother before that. That scares me more than any of the inmates here. Except perhaps Mr Tetch. He reminds me of my childhood.
-Jeremiah Arkham
===Arkham Asylum===
*There's been a bunch of bizarre crimes lately- started with an attack on city hall, and it just keeps on escalating. No one knows what's next. No reason or rhyme. Course most people reckon it's Joker. That's always the first conclusion people jump to. But I don't know. A bunch of inmates escaped in the riots, so we're back here looking for something. Anything that can help get to the bottom of this. Me and Jason that is. Dick has been visiting, that's been nice- he might be the only thing that keeps Damian calm. Bruce is still hurt- I don't blame him, but he keeps on fighting, always will I think. Thermal scans show that there's some kind of hidden room behind that wall. Not long abandoned. Fingerprints show that there's an access panel under one of the bricks- I know, cliché. I slide it open. There's a few wires I can cross- and voila!*
Jason- Looks like he was right. After you "Red Robin"
Tim- It's just Robin now
Jason- You changed it again? Does the little hellspawn know you're "stealing his birthright"? Maybe he'll "report you to father, Drake!"
*Gotta say, me and Jason don't exactly get along, but his Damian's on point. The room is an off-white colour- looks like an old cell. On the walls are numbers. No. Calendar pages*
Jason- Day's behind this? Seriously?
Tim- Jason look.
*I pass him a book, it's leather bound. He takes a few glances through it, then looks up at me*
===Tales from the Calendar Man===
January Fifth, National Bird's Day. I broke into the aviary, and took a bald eagle under my proverbial wing. The nation's favourite aviator. To celebrate, I trained it to attack assistant mayor Hady. It mistook his bald head for an egg. How wonderful. It's good to be free
January Sixth. Today is the fictional birthday of Sherlock Holmes. To celebrate the world's second greatest detective, I set a pack of wild hounds, giant mastiffs, on two young detectives. They screamed louder than expected. The Baskerville's was always my favourite Doyle book.
January Seventh. This is Old Rock Day. I prefer the opera myself. So I placed a device in one of the speaker systems, as people sat down to listen to some untrained tribute band. It produced a high pitched frequency that deafened them almost instantly.
January Eighth. Bubble Bath Day. I replaced the contents of several bubble bath containers with my own. Imagine the surprise Gothamites will have when their cleansing baths burn their skin off.
January Ninth. Double jeopardy. Static electricity day and Word Nerd Day. Every day is a holiday these days. Every day is a target for the Calender Man. I went to the science museum, and placed a high electrical current inside one of those ridiculous static balls. Whoever uses it is in for a shock. Of about 5000 volts. It took a while, but I also found a man big enough for me to carve a message into him. Only one word though- the biggest in the English language
January Tenth. They're making it too easy. Peculiar People Day. I sent out a few of my Arkham cellmates to cause a ruckus. Fifteen casualties. The big day approaches.
January Eleventh. Amelia Earhart Day. What better way to celebrate, than by shooting a plane out of the sky and into the ocean.
January Twelfth. National Pharmacist Day. I heard Black Mask was making major moves in the drug trade. I bought some, then distributed them among the young and adolescents. The big day is tomorrow. Make Your Dream Come True Day. I will, of course.
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Jason- I don't get it. Why would Calendar Man suddenly go on a killing spree.
Tim- You tell me Jay. You seem to know about these things. We need to call Gordon, the League even. These were just appetizers. Whatever his endgame is, goes down tomorrow.