InsaneJournal

Who: Batman
What: Narrative.
Where: Gotham, Arkham Asylum.
When: After this occurs.
Warnings/Rating: Just Bats being his usual lovable self.

The Bat had every intention of meeting Selina at the location she'd given. Her reluctance to disclose what had occurred with Freeze made him suspect that Damian was somehow involved, as his reaction to the trouble his son managed to get himself into was never desirable. Perhaps she thought it would be easier to reason with him in person rather than over text, which he likely would have ignored in favor of confronting Damian and hunting down Freeze himself. Whatever else he might be, the Bat was no fool, and he realized that Freeze must have had a reason to cease tampering with Gotham's weather. Oh, he had his ideas, about what Damian might have offered in order to gain Freeze's agreement, and every one led to a single conclusion: Damian could not be trusted.

It was a depressing thought, and yet, the Bat was not surprised. They spoke of trying, he and Selina, but he was doing just that, only to have every effort thrown in his face. He tried to trust the boy, tried to work with him and find common ground, and this was how he was repaid? No, no more. The Bat had operated alone in his world, and it seemed he would never find acceptance from those who came from worlds where a different Batman existed. No longer would he attempt to achieve it. He would do what he had always done, continue the fight to save Gotham, and anyone who attempted to stop him would be dealt with-- regardless of who they were.

He was halfway to the hotel when he received word of the security breach at Arkham. The signal that transmitted radio feeds into his ear were buzzing with news of escaped inmates, of security equipment being destroyed, and there was no question, no hesitation in his course of action.

The Bat existed not for a single individual, but for an entire city. He was whatever Gotham needed him to be, whenever it needed him to be it. Gotham would always come first.

While he contemplated alerting Selina to his detour, he assumed that she would hear word of the Arkham breach soon enough and know that was what had kept him from their meeting. She should know better than to think he would turn his back on Gotham when dangerous inmates were running rampant in their streets. This was who he was, the Bat, and it was high time she and everyone else who had known another version of him were aware of that.

The sounds of wailing sirens in the distance were growing louder when the Bat arrived at Arkham, and with the aid of the Gotham PD, when they finally showed up, he set up a perimeter to ensure that the remaining inmates were secure. He questioned guards, employees, even the prisoners themselves, but all he needed to do was look at the foliage that coated the building to know who was responsible.

Ivy.

First, the Bat would round up what inmates he could and ensure they were returned. Then, then he would take care of Ivy. She had crossed a line, and promise or no promise, no power on hell or earth could keep him from using the information he had on her location. The time had come for Ivy to discover just who it was that she was dealing with.

He gave no thought to backup, not once, and he did not alert anyone to his plans. The Bat had never needed help before, and he did not need it now.