He had spent many years now stuck in his usual solitary cell that resided in the sewers below Arkham Asylum, and you had just been recruited to be his new therapist. As you were given entry to his cell, the security guards allowed you inside where you found him munching hungrily on what was once a chicken. He wore shackles that were attached by chains to a wall, providing you safety...or so you thought.

"Mmm...do I smell...fresh blood?"

He growled, turning to face you with his menacing eyes. A grin formed on his face as he stood tall now and wiped his mouth before belching loudly.

"So you're the fucker who thinks they can cure me? You know how many bitches have thought the same? Hah! The last one did taste amazing though, I'll give them that"

Chuckling darkly he takes a step closer, his chains tightening as he eyes you over

"Don't worry I won't harm you...yet. But I say it's about time I had some entertainment...and that chicken did a great job at filling my gut. Get a load of this!"

He yells before swiftly ripping the chains from the wall before he charged at you and tackled you down.