Batman: Chase: Prologue

Since Batman won the last poll I posted, here's the prologue for this Batman project that had been in the works for quite some time.

This particular Batman story is shown from the point of view of a character named Dr. Chase Meridian, she's a psychiatrist who is fascinated with Batman.

I know this is going to sound like a long shot, but if you have ever seen the Batan Forever film (1995), Dr. Chase Meridian is featured in that film (played by Nicole Kidman).

I hope you will enjoy this story and if you have any questions, comments, or feedback about it, please let me know!  

Prologue

Gotham University, 1992. 

I was a student in psychology. No, I didn’t live in Gotham City and wasn’t born here. This dark place was perhaps the most dangerous city in the entire country, and yet… It weirdly attracted me.                      

Another night descended over the city and, as usual, I was behind in my college work. It sounded like a great idea when I applied for it… 

Furthermore, I came to Gotham to study fucked-up people, psychopaths, and such, but I now felt like I was about to become one myself. 

Being a student in psychology, I feel like I needed a psychiatrist myself just to get through all those classes.  

It began feeling like utter hell when classes began. What was I thinking? This place was the worst thing for me, since it was so depressing now to be living full-time in Gotham City. That place could suck all the life out of someone. People warned me before I came here, but I wouldn’t listen. They were right. 

It was even worse since we were strongly advised not to venture too far from campus. We were told about all the mugging and worse things that could happen to us. I wasn’t scared, though. I still went out whenever I wanted, and I was fine with running the risk of things possibly happening to me.  

If someone were to enter my dorm room right this moment, they’d discover an exhausted young woman with sapphire blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair. My hair was pretty long, sliding down below my shoulders. Taking a look at my arms, I was reminded of how luminous and porcelain white my skin tone was. Since I was a teenager, I tried many times to develop a tan, but it never worked. Now, I imagine that it won’t help my cause that I lived in one of those cities that had the least sun… 

I had huge cheekbones, expressive eyebrows, and an elongated nose.  

I was 5 foot and 11 inches tall, and I had average weight for a woman of my age. Furthermore, I couldn’t even lie to myself, I sort of wished I was a bit thicker than I was. My legs were a bit more slender than thick and while my ass was rounded and fine, I hoped it was larger, if that made any sense. However, my hips were pretty wide, at the very least. 

Finally, it strangely seemed and felt like my breasts had been developing ever since I moved to Gotham and began studying here. To be blunt, I had been flat for all my teenage years, and it was still the case not too long ago, however, lately, this was slowly, but surely changing… To the point that some of my buddies recently started calling me by the nickname “busty-frame”, for my developing chest and my rather skinny body shape. 

It was done in good humor and fun, of course.       

I needed a break. Not only that, but I had been studying in the minuscule dorm closet that served as my office for hours. Furthermore, I had been at it for far too long and still hadn’t made as much progress as I had hoped. 

I was hot and my back hurt, I needed to cool off for a bit. I stood up from my squeaky wooden chair and turned my back to the closet.

Furthermore, I was done with studying for now. I'd heard rumors that my room was, in fact, the smallest dorm room in the whole university. At least I didn't have to share the tiny room with anyone else; it seemed like the least they could do for me.

It also meant I couldn't care less how I behaved when that door was shut. 

Alone, in my room, I could do whatever I desired, including having almost nothing going on. I was, of course, never like this with people around, but when no one could see me, it didn’t matter if I wore a bra or not. Or if I wore underwear or not. I crashed onto my small bed with nothing on but an old oversized, used shirt with holes that I now used as PJs. The shirt was black. Well… It used to be so, but it was now dull gray, and it had a certain, specific symbol on it. An emblem. 

The symbol was two As towering above one another. It was an Arkham Asylum shirt. My dream workplace. My girlfriends all called me nuts for wearing the shirt of an actual asylum, where some of the craziest and some of the most dangerous people ever were being kept and psychiatrically helped, and I perfectly understood why it was not exactly the happiest piece of clothing to wear. But to me, it was signified as a symbol of healing. It was important to me.  

I had owned that shirt since I was a teen. I’d take a madman to even attempt to purchase a shirt from an asylum, so my mom made it for me. She sewed the Arkham logo on a blank black shirt for me. This was the best present I had ever gotten in my entire life. It was special to me, and I cherished it, as I hoped to work one day at Arkham and help troubled men and women there, this had been my dream for so long.

Looking around my wardrobe, I should surely think about buying more things. Most of what I had was Gotham University uniforms, which checked out.

Right now, all else I had on were white underwear and a pair of socks. They were socks that didn’t match, since I couldn’t find the matching ones this morning. One of them was black and the other white. 

Almost immediately after jumping in bed, I pulled the bedsheet to uncover something that I had left in bed last night. Something I had accidentally forgotten to put it all away before falling asleep. This was something that excited me a lot more than studying and the work I had to do for school. This was my current and personal project… 

The Bat!

As soon as I pulled the thin bedsheet off, I revealed the folder that I had been working on regarding the fascinating subject of The Dark Knight Detective himself—The Batman. Right now, he was everything to me. In my folder, I had many actual pictures of him, thirteen to be exact. They were all mostly taken of him as he was in mid-flight while gliding in the somber sky of Gotham. He was the biggest reason as to why I had ultimately come to study here in this dark city. Well… That and the fact that my dream workplace was also here, to begin with, Arkham Asylum was technically part of Gotham City now. Arkham City had been absorbed by Gotham years ago at this point… 

I pulled all the real photographs of Batman out of my folder and scattered them all around my bed, so I could see all of them at the same time. I found this… ‘Person’, was fascinating, to say the least. He was a vigilante. He was a dark hero, who seemingly had no limits. Furthermore, he manifested for the first time three years ago. I had been wanting to see him operate ever since the first reports came in regarding him way back when he was still an urban legend, but now… Batman was no urban legend… 

Deeply fascinated by what The Dark Knight did for Gotham daily, but also secretly seduced by his impressive charms that could be reflected in the armor he wore, I slowly split my legs and opened myself to The Batman in the comforts of my room at school. I took the time to pull my pale underwear down before splitting my legs. I had been looking forward to this all day… This was my nightly meeting with The Caped Crusader. We were together, at last.

Craving him so much and looking forward to this intimate one-on-one with Batman or his with his pictures, anyway, I was just about to satisfy myself before, I was suddenly interrupted by a ghostly pale blue light coming up at my window! 

It naturally came from outside. It came from the sky. I stopped everything I was doing and jumped out of bed to go see. No longer wearing my underwear, I pulled down on my old shirt, so it would now also cover my ass. The shirt was oversized for me, so this wasn’t a stretch, at all. 

I rapidly came up to the window and took a look outside…

The pale and ghostly blue light was the bat signal!        

It was right there!

Oh, shit! 

Batman was working tonight! 

I mean, he was always working, everybody knew that, but it wasn’t every night that his bat signal was shown in the sky. It shined bright—so bright that it nearly blinded me. Now, this was the symbol that excited me the most. It was the same as Arkham for me, but for some reason, it was even more powerful. It meant courage to me…

Courage… Always and forever…   

My name was Chase Meridian, and I now felt like I understood Batman better than anyone else in this city.