This is a fan fiction I write about Batman. English is not my best language since I learn 3 other languages at the same time. Please tell me if this essay is OK. Feel free to tell me any opinion, but please avoid cuss. Thank you:)
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman, The Joker, Two-face, Dr. Strange and the Penguin, They belongs to the DC comic and WB bros. This is purely a fan fiction.

“Ah, there is one more thing I would like to tell you, young lady.” Dr. Strange twisted his neck and skewed at me, “you would not believe this.”
“I’d like to know.” I said with a polite manner trying to cover my weariness of this three-hour interview.
“Ah, you are interested, good, good.” Dr. Strange bended toward me, “this is something you do not want to report.”
“Then I am interested.” I raised my eyebrows. Throughout these three hours Dr. Strange had been talking his quaint projects all along, including the mind-reading machine that had caused his arrest. Obviously he wanted the media’s attention. It was strange that he wanted to share a secret.
“Listen, young lady, I have not found anyone that fit to know this secret until your presence. This thing has a price, ah, especially for someone at the beginning on her career.” He marked the word beginning with that raucous voice. He meant me, a new reporter of Gotham Observer.
“I won’t pay for such a thing.” I was out of patience.
“You misunderstand me.” Dr. Strange shook his bald head, “you don’t pay me, Miss Vale,” he pauses, “you pay the secret.”
“Are you sampling a so-called mind game, doctor?” I sensed a blink of danger. Maybe I should not take this interview, I thought to myself.
“Yes or no, young lady, but please, take it easy.” He drew back my attention, “whatever it is, we will be taking an amount of time to find out.”
“Is this an illegal issue?” I found myself naive as soon as I asked.
“Is this what you have been worried about?” I saw Dr. Stranger’s mouth smile tightly on his blank face, making me wonder if he had some kind of facial muscle disease. Perhaps he had diseases all over his body since his ultimate organ—the brain—had been proved psychopathic or strange as he preferred to be called.
“Not at all, Miss Vale. As far as I can predict, it is nothing illegal for you to find out.”
“To find out what?”
“The true identity of the Batman.” He pronounced Bat-Man with a strong accent as if he would want a base drum accompany this statement.
“Ha ha,” I was amused, “You are very interesting; doctor, but sorry, I am not interested.” I had not presumed that Dr. Hugo Stranger wanted attention that badly.
“You think that I am joking, Miss Vale.” His voice was shaking, “you are wrong. Do NOT despise an arrested professor, young lady, it is an erudite man you are interviewing!”
If you are erudite, you sure know not to break the law and not to come to Arkham, I meant to say this, yet I changed my mind before the words slip from my lips. “I am sorry, Dr. Strange, please, go on.”
“Bruce Wayne, the famous billionaire of the Gotham City has a consanguineous relationship with the Batman.” Dr. Strange stopped talking and stared at me, I supposed he was studying my reaction.
“What do you mean by consanguineous, doctor?”
“Remember the M.R.J machine I told you?”
“Yes, that is very impressive.” If it is real, I wondered, Dr. Strange claimed that the machine is able to generate images by reading people’s thoughts.
“Bruce Wayne came for a treatment once and the accuracy of my magnificent machine impressed me once more. Mr. Wayne was persecuted by his parents’ murders when he was little. You have no idea how strong his will was to revenge. He is the avenger of the Gotham night!”
“Bruce Wayne’s parents were murdered when he was little?” I was unaware.
“Ah, Miss Vale, you need to read some old newspapers while editing new ones. It is all right, you were not born yet, weren’t you? Mr. Wayne’s parents were murdered right in front of him in the cold ruthless street of the Crime Alley. Don’t you think that would make a Batman out of it?” Dr. Strange kept staring at me.
“I am not sure, but I think this fact explains a lot of Wayne’s self abandon life style with women, alcohol and money.” I met Bruce Wayne once in a business conference; holding women in both arms, the self-indulgent laugh of his was not absolutely cheerful. I understood the emotion beneath that kind of laugh because it had came out of me as well. I forgot since when I had discovered that an apolaustic laugh can carry out more release than tears.
“Good, you have been thinking. I believe sooner or later we will find out whose suspicion is right.” Dr. Strange spoke suddenly. I smelled the unique medical dust in Arkham again; the bitter taste of the air was so intense, I could imagine that a normal person might become an insane criminal if he lives in Arkham long enough.
“You mean you are not sure of the truth?”
“No. Who do you think I am talking about? He is the Batman. To find out his true identity could be a tremendous prize. I almost had it. I had caught him unaware, but perhaps, he caught me unaware instead.”
“What do you mean?”
“I auctioned off the tape of Wayne’s imaged thoughts to the Joker, The Penguin and Two-Face, but the tape was destroyed. After Batman caught all that he wanted, Bruce Wayne and Batman both stood in front of me telling me that it was a trap Batman asked Wayne to set up. I was shocked, I have set up countless traps to people, and how I could ever fell into such an insidious one…”
“You should be shocked!” I broke in with my ungovernable anger. I detested his smug tone as if he was meant to be the hero instead of a shameful criminal.
“Calm yourself down, Miss Vale. Think about it. The Batman is well known to Bruce Wayne. This is the absolute truth. Do you think the Batman would trust a playboy like Mr. Wayne on his risking mission? This whole thing does not make sense. I am an experienced psychologist, if I still have the tape, I will be able to found out whether Wayne’s thoughts were fake. But now, I think the only answer lies on…”
“Bruce Wayne may know.” I spoke to myself.
“Good!” Dr. Strange raise his voice suddenly, “very good! You are the right one, Miss Vale, you are!”
“Why me?” I felt a chill.
“Simple, don’t you have an interview with Mr. Wayne next Monday?” He pointed at my schedule which I put on the desk.
“I am afraid that this intention of yours is rather inappropriate, Dr. Strange.” I said stably.
“Ah, If you consider this intention inappropriate, you should know the others of mine” Dr. Strange’s tight smile appeared again.
“As I told you before, I am not interested.”
“Yet you have believed what I just told you, I know.” Dr. Strange whispered to me, “Your curiosity is quite natural, young lady.”
“Maybe, doctor. But my sense of right and wrong is also quite clear.” I replied.
“It is not wrong for you to know the truth. The key is not to tell.” He stared at me again.
Being here the first time, Arkham made me nervous. This is probably the only place where hysterical endless screams and cuss are understandable and allowed. The wicked sprits here are restless yet they are restrained in the cells without windows. Soon I noticed that I had become the only prey of their desirable eyes inside the building as I walk though the hall as fast as I can, staring at my feet. I had no idea what kind of ideas insane criminals had when they stared at me. Even through I had talked to Dr. Strange for over five hours, I had not a slight clew of his strange mind expect the echo of his raucous voice in my head. “As long as I get out of this building, I will be fine.” I tried to comfort myself.
When I heard the shout “Look, it’s the giant Bat!” at the turn, it was too late for me to stop from hitting on the dark suit and the firm body within.
“Oh, that is clumsy, sorry.” I apologized with a slight unnatural laughter; I felt my unstable heart beat. I looked up from the bat symbol on his wide chest; the muscles of his chin locked any facial expression that I wished to see. I moved backed one step; the magnificent figure in front of me was like Hellenic god statuary alive, despite his dark hue. I believed he had paid attention to the ID I was wearing. “You shall look forward as you walk, Miss…Vale.” The voice was deep, as deep as the source of the abysmal Gotham River, as if every word came from the bottom of his vein through his breath.
“Yes, “ I looked at the mask, “Sir.”
I lost in my subconscious as he passed me.
Arkham had quiet down since the Batman’s sudden presence. The criminal was like an obedient lamb in Batman’s hand when he was given to the guard. I felt so much safer walking through the rest of the hall.
“The giant Bat” has the sprit of a giant.