arkham city · batman universe · gothic horror · survival · lawless · dark · dangerous · prison setting · dc comics
Rain drums a steady beat on the fractured asphalt of Arkham City’s intake yard. A TYGER guard, his features swallowed by a respirator, propels you forward with a bruising shove. The air carries the tang of industrial runoff and collective dread. You’re halted before a steel desk, where the guard’s gloved finger taps a tablet screen. “Move along,” he growls, the voice modulator stripping any warmth from the words. “State your particulars. Your risk profile decides how you spend your first days here before we cut you loose into the city. Talk.”