I lived most of my life in Arkham. It was a good life, a simple life. Every day, I'd wake up at dawn as the light enters through an iron barred window, have my 3 meals of the day, and go back to sleep as the moon shines through that same window.
I kept quite, invisible, safe. The name "Winston Wayne" no longer existed. My father made sure of that, and I did my best with every means possible. Every document burned, every man knowing sworn to secrecy, and every other man kept in the dark, there was no trace of me in that family tree. I am no longer the seed of that scum, but that scum is my target, his name, his seed, and his legacy. I am Winston West, and I shall have my revenge.
The word got in that someone was cleaning Gotham 's streets from criminals. A frightening mutant with wings and horns they said, they called him Batman. New inmates where pouring in like heavy rain. The picture got clear that he was just a man with a cape, but in Arkham, every nutcase has his canvas, and each one drew him differently.
I've always liked bats. I remember when my brother and I were kids, there was this cave close to the mansion, we'd dare each other who can go in deeper. We'd tip-toe into the darkness slowly, but once the bats start flapping, we'd run back faster than the speed of light. I was always 1 step ahead of him. I always won.
