Elias Cain, ex-cop, now guard of Arkham Asylum. (Updates Saturday)

I looked down at the beautiful woman on her knees, my cum almost invisible against her white makeup. She was sucking my cock clean after a truly world class blowjob. I smiled benevolently down at her, then tore my gaze from hers, to look over at the other woman in the room. Unlike the naked clown at my feet, the green-skinned beauty was clad in a suit as sharp as my own, but stood in front of my desk like a student called in for a dressing down...which might be a fun idea for later.

Her legs rubbed together unconsciously at the sight in front of her, as neither Harley, nor myself had bothered to scoot her under the desk when the other woman came in. Her voice and briefing continued, but her breathing was uneven and her tongue flicked out, wetting her lips as she subconsciously begged for what she needed, but would never actually ask for.

My smile broadened as I considered how I'd gotten here, from absolute rock-fucking bottom not that long ago...

It all went wrong for me when my partner got busted. No one was willing to believe that I didn't know she was dirty. I should have, it wasn't like she was that subtle or anything. But I didn't. They couldn’t prove I was dirty and someone had to take the fall after she vanished, so I got tossed onto the street. The union got me some severance and that the cops would just confirm my employment, but word was already spreading through the grapevine.

I was done as a cop. You get fired from Gotham PD for corruption, or incompetence and you're not getting another job as a cop. Not unless you're willing to go to Bludhaven, or some other place where cops have a lifespan even shorter than Gotham.

I'd survived ten years in Gotham PD, I wasn't getting shanked in some alley in Bludhaven, but I also didn't have any other skills. And since I wasn't actually dirty, I also didn't have the cash to just sit around on my ass. A few temp security guard jobs kept me off the street, but only barely.

Especially after my girl decided she'd been dating a cop, not a security guard and took a hike. To be fair to her, I'd been lying around like a lump. It was only her leaving that **** me out of bed, though it didn't make things any easier...

Not splitting the rent made things a lot harder, in fact. And coming home to an empty apartment didn't put me in a better mood. Nor did the fact that it had been weeks since I emptied my balls into anything except a sock or some tissues.

One close call with a thug made it obvious that there was no future in security work, especially since there was no pension or health insurance. So, reluctantly, I made the best decision I'd ever made. Even if I didn't know that at the time. I got myself a job at Arkham Asylum.

I'd been fired, but still technically had ten years seniority with the City, which the City's system hadn't deleted, so I had my pick of assignments within Arkham, as very few guards stayed there long enough to get that much seniority. Or survived, if they did. The handful who did, either didn't interact with the prisoners, or were entirely the creature of one or another of the monsters who occasionally paid the hellhole a visit.

The wholly owned were hardly likely to ask for library duty, or anything, because their bosses wanted them nearby to do deliveries and favors. I looked it into it, and talked to the handful of people who weren't shunning my ass and figured out a ranking for the assignments. It wasn't like, a 1-n list, or anything, more tiers.

The worst jobs were the ones where people would have to go through you to escape. External security, visitor security, command level security, cell level security. Then there were the ones which people would need to go through to get ****, if they wanted ****. Barracks security, leadership security, or medical security. Then work locations, mess hall, laundry, maintenance. The best were the 'reward' locations. Arkham didn't have a lot of privileges, but besides internal work release and visitors, you could also earn access to the library, or the grounds (unless you were Poison Ivy, of course). At least there you could see the sun.

After a bit of thought, I went with the library, mostly because it was out of the way and no one had to pass through it to get to, or from any other locations.

Author's Note: This story will be very slow burn inside Arkham, for obvious reasons, as Elias tries to gain influence/control. It will advance much more quickly with his outside life, with at least one extremely long scene. I will attempt to remember to add 'jump ahead' links to this page.