Arkham Knight: Agent of Harmony

My name is Justin Turner. I used to be an ordinary 24-year old guy with an ordinary life with job and a little brother who thought the world revolved around me. Not anymore. These days, I am a soldier. A warrior who has dedicated his life to protecting the land of Equestria from forces that not even the Elements of Harmony can stop.

I am The Arkham Knight.

Now, I’m sure you’re wondering how I ended up in the land of Equestria like this. Well, in layman's terms, pretty much the same way thousands of other people have, the way I’ve heard it. But, if you really want the specifics…

Me and my little brother, Jacob, were at the New York Comic Con. I was Arkham Knight, and he was the Red Hood. The Jason Todd one, not the Joker one. Anyways, my brother had gone to get a bite to eat, and I was browsing some of the vendors. They actually have some pretty neat stuff at those vendors, truth be told. As I browsed the merchandise, I heard a voice call out to me. I turned to see this guy in a cloak manning his booth, which had a variety of things like Joker cards, Chaos Emeralds, and a whole bunch of other stuff. He told me that I was the first person he’d never seen dress up as The Arkham Knight. Not surprising, as the game only came out a few months ago.

But, since I was the first he’d ever seen, I’d earned a free item from his shop. Who can turn down free stuff, right? Anyways, he reaches into his cloak pocket and pulls out some kind of high-tech remote.

The minute I grabbed the remote, everything turned black as night.

…

High in the skies above Equestria the sky momentarily turned pitch black. In those moments a bright white portal opened in the sky and from it fell two objects; one small and human-shaped, and a giant object that looked like pure silver. The two objects landed on the ground with such force that the whole town shook like a child’s rattle. However, both the human and the giant silver object both seemed to be okay, albeit the human felt like he’d just been hit by a truck.

“Ugh… what in the hell just happened? Did that guy in the cloak slip me something?” asked the human figure, his voice distorted and robotic thanks to the mask that he had on his face. “Wait… this thing actually works now?” he asked aloud as he checked his body. Aside from a few broken bones his body was in perfect health. He saw the car beside him and was surprised at how lifelike it looked.

“Amazing… this looks just like Batman’s spare car from the game…” muttered the human.

A beeping sound reached his ears, indicating a button. Curious, the human pressed the button on his wrist, and much to his shock and surprise, the hatch on the car opened.

“Holy shit! This thing is fully functional?! Awesome!” yelled the human, before attempting to climb into the vehicle.

“Hold it, buddy!” said a commanding voice from behind the human. He turned around and saw…. a male anthro unicorn in full Royal Guard gear pointing a sword at him.

‘Is… is this really happening? Am I ACTUALLY getting punked by a freaking pony?’ The human asked in his mind. When the sword refused to stop pointing at him it left with only one result. That he was, indeed, being ordered by an anthropomorphic unicorn clad in golden armor, backed up by two pegasi in a similar uniform.

“Who or what are you?” demanded the soldier who was pointing the sword in the human’s face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know? Now, make like a bee and buzz off, I’m busy,” snarled the human.

“I don’t think so. You’re coming with us for questioning,” said the soldier.

The human chuckled. “And what makes you think I’ll just come along? I’m just about to have some fun!” He stated as he leaped into the car and turned it on, driving like a maniac down the streets of… whatever city he was.

“Goin’ for a little ride in my love machine, baby! Whoo-hoo!” the human yelled with a Hispanic accent… well, as much of a hispanic accent as he could muster with a voice filter that made him sound like a robot.

“Alert: vehicles are engaging in pursuit,” said a female computer voice from the car. Looking in a rearview camera, the human noticed that there were several vehicles coming after him. “Arkham Knight, recommend use of afterburner in order to evade pursuers.”

“What? Arkham Knight?” asked the human before he looked at himself.

What he saw made his masked jaw drop like a sack of potatoes.

His makeshift Arkham Knight costume had changed drastically. He was now wearing the upper portion of a black, gray, and blue suit of military grade body armor, complete with gauntlets, with a white diamond divided by a large white bar down the middle on his chest and at the tops of his arms, a belt that held two pistols and a handful of flashbang grenades, black and red camouflage pants, black combat boots, and a blue mask with pointed gray “ears” that also made his eyes look like they were glowing.

There was no denying it. The stories he’d heard about people disappearing at conventions were all true… and now he was The Arkham Knight.

“Well… today’s been one hell of a day, now hasn’t it? No way, am I spending it in prison when I haven’t even done anything yet! So, let’s gun it!” yelled The Arkham Knight as he hit the afterburner button. The car shot forward like a rocket, and Arkham Knight was thrown backwards by the acceleration.

“AWWWWW YEEEEEAAAHHHH!” yelled The Arkham Knight in excitement, a wide grin on his masked face.

And then, suddenly, the whole vehicle came to a sudden stop, causing Arkham Knight to lurch forward in his seat as the car was lifted up into the air, surrounded by a pink aura.

“That’ll be quite enough,” said a stern male voice that belonged to white stallion with a dark blue mane and tail clad in gold and royal purple armor with a magenta star on his chest.

“Aw, come on! I just wanted to take my sweet new ride for a little test drive!” yelled Arkham.

The stallion scoffed. “Well, I have a better idea. Why don’t you come out of the silver…” the stallion paused, searching for the right word. “...tank, and get down on the ground?”

“Interesting notion, Captain Armor… but, I’m afraid that’s something I can’t do at the moment. Mostly because the whole damn car is off of the ground!”

“Oh, I can change that.” said the stallion as he slammed the car down with such force the Arkham Knight actually hit his head hard enough to actually feel some pain. “What? Too hard? Next time try NOT to drive away in a car that could kill a normal pony if you ran over them.”

“Oh, really? Thanks for the tip, Shining Armor… you know, for a guy who talks all big and tough like you, you really aren’t that great of a soldier or a pony for that matter,” said Arkham as he climbed out of his vehicle.

Shining Armor raised an eyebrow, a hand wandering near his rapier. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

“Oh, please. You cry at weddings, probably because your own was a complete trainwreck that nearly turned this whole city the new capital of the Changeling Empire, and to top it off, you didn’t even figure out that your fiance was acting almost the complete opposite of the way she usually does! And for a big brother, you’re not exactly living up to high pedestal your sister puts you on. At least meet her at the damn train station when she comes to visit!” snarked Arkham Knight.

Shining Armor simply stood there, completely confused. Almost everything the Arkham Knight said had flown completely over his head. “What the buck are you talking about? I knew about Chrysalis plot from damn near the start! I helped Twilight and her friends drive off her forces, and defuse the bomb she planted as a backup!” replied Shining Armor.

Now it was the Knight’s turn to be confused. Shining had known about the plot, and helped stop it? And where the hell did this bomb thing come from. “Weird… that’s not what the sho-er, my INTEL, tells me. It says your were just standing there like a dummy while Chrysalis and her swarm invaded. Well, at least until the real Cadence brought you back to your senses.”

“Well, your intel is wrong. Now then… are you going to come in quietly, or do I have to get serious?”

“Bring it on,” said the Arkham Knight.

“You REALLY want to try me don’t you big guy?” Shining said as he drew his sword.

“I’m just seeing if you really are as tough as you say you are now.” replied the Knight as he drew out his two guns. Quicker than he could blink, however, Shining slashed at him and the guns were somehow over where his car were and he soon found himself being kicked in the gut by Shining who then brought an elbow down on his back with enough force to crack a rib or two.

“Believe me now?” asked Shining as he kneed the Knight in the face and caused him to stumble back a bit.

“Ugh… well, that was certainly unexpected. But, I’m far from finished!” said the Knight as he tossed a flashbang at Shining Armor, causing the Captain of the Royal Guard to become disoriented, allowing The Arkham Knight to get a few decent punches in, and give Shining Armor a bleeding lip.

“How’s that feel, Captain?” taunted the Knight.

“Okay, you got a few lucky punches in,” said Shining Armor, removing his helmet and tossing it to the side, causing the onlooking Royal Guard members to go, “oooh…” “However, it takes more than just a cheap trick and a few lucky hits if you want to beat me.”

“Is that so? Then how about this?” said Arkham, performing a roundhouse kick that Shining Armor was easily able to duck under before landing a few slashes with his sword, leaving rips in the Knight’s suit. Before he could recover Shining did something that the Knight honestly protests to this day he never saw coming…. he backed up….. then ran towards him and then leaped, grabbed him by the neck, and slammed him down to the ground. With this the Knight soon found himself unable to move not just because his suit locked up…. but that his pride was also wounded.

“And that, fillies and gentlecolts, is how you become a Captain. Get him out of here, and somepony grab his guns and figure out how to get that tank-car thing out of here and into the impound lot… or maybe better yet, we could have my sister and some scientists run some specs on that thing. Either way, it’s doing nopony any good if it’s just sitting there and blocking traffic,” said Shining Armor, grabbing his helmet and putting it back on.

As he was dragged off to his holding cell in the Canterlot Dungeons, The Arkham Knight didn’t say a word. His suit had some issues that needed fixing, he’d gotten his assed kicked by a pony, and a pony that nearly everyone back home thought was totally useless at that, and both his pride and body were wounded. If the real Arkham Knight, Jason Todd, were here, he’d be highly disappointed in his successor's performance.

Hell, even his brother could put up a better fight than he had.

From that pain, however, grew desire. If he was going make it in prison, or wherever his new life was going to lead him, he’d need to apply the same level of dedication his brother had put into his military and martial arts training. He’d need to become good enough that he could give the Batman himself a run for his billions if he existed.

He needed to make The Arkham Knight into the soldier he truly was. The soldier his brother had been.