Also, I’m in a 90s mood, so this au takes place in the 90s with flip phones, MySpace, trashy magazines and teen shows we didn’t realize were sketchy until two decades later
Codename: Technically Myzan'r even though it's his alien name (Based on Starfire)
He was once Prince Myzan'r of Tamaran, until the land was invaded by Gordanians and he was taken as a slave to work in the Citadel. He managed to use his strength and agility to escape his captors, causing the ship to crash land into Paris.
He tried desperately to find someone to help him get the cuffs off, but nobody could understand his language. When discovered by the Titans, they witnessed him freaking the absolute hell out, causing property to be damaged in the process. Umbra (Anthony) used a spell to calm him down and Rouge (Zoe) explained to him that everything was going to be okay. He kissed her on the lips, and then promptly explained it was only to learn her language, and that he was very much into boys. Zoe was thankful, saying she was into girls.
Myzan'r decided that while one day he would return to Tamaran to free his people, in the meantime he could help out the people who had saved him and showcase his talents when stopping criminals. He chose the human name of Marc after discovering bookmarks. He entered DC Academy and became the newest member of the Teen Titans, and was invited into the home of Penny and Alyssia Anciel. They noticed how quickly he bonded with their son Kiran, how he was like an older brother to him. They decided to adopt Marc into the Anciel family, and he loves his adoptive mamas and little bro very much. He still does miss his mother and father dearly and hopes they're at peace now that they've passed on.
Without question, Marc is the heart of the team. He's often the one to resolve arguments and is always willing to listen to his friends and see opposing perspectives. He's also innocent and incredibly overjoyed to discover new things about Earth. Still, he isn't stupid and knows when he's being played for a fool.
He has fun stopping Colossus (Nathaniel), since the two are dating despite being on opposite sides. Even though Marc can fly, Nath will sometimes carry him through the city. The Tamaranean can also bench press him due to his strength. Marc is also able to shoot starbolts from his eyes and hands.
Marc has some very... interesting quirks. He likes drinking mustard and can read at an incredibly fast speed. Speaking of reading, Marc wants to become a writer and will often keep logs of all the team's adventures and his days at the academy.
This was a joy to make. Thanks to Weeby for helping with the Nathmarc stuff. Lemme know your thoughts in the reblogs and replies. @booksrbetterthanpeople @msweebyness @nerdy-chocomallow
Love Across the Multiverse: NathMarc November Edition
Hey howdy ho, y’all! I’ve never done anything for NathMarc November, so this should be fun! Have another multiversal love story! @imsparky2002 @booksrbetterthanpeople @nerdy-chocomallow @thefcguy
So we meet again, my friends. Back for more stories of love that transcends the bounds of time and space? Well, you’re in luck! Let’s take a moment to see, this time, two boys, one with the soul of storytelling and another with a heart for artistry! And so our story begins…
HEROVERSE: MarcElsa & Sleeping Nath
“You’re getting the hang of this, Nath!”, Prince Marc of Arendelle said, smiling as he grasped his boyfriend’s hands and led him across the surface of the frozen lake. The two young royals had decided (well, more like Marc had decided and managed to persuade Nathaniel to give it a try) that the crisp Winter afternoon was the perfect setting for an afternoon of ice skating.
“I-If you sa-say so!”, the red-haired prince stuttered out as his balance floundered once again, clinging tightly to his boyfriend’s hands, “I don’t know how you convinced me to do this! I can barely feel my backside from how many times I’ve slipped!”
Marc laughed softly, a beautiful sound like tinkling bells that warmed Nathaniel’s heart, “That’s part of learning, Nath. You get better the more you practice!”, the ice prince said, guiding his boyfriend to skate around in a circle.
As the two glided around the ice (Nathaniel struggling to keep his balance every minute or so), the rose-loving prince couldn’t take his eyes off of his beloved. Marc looked so happy, his green eyes sparkling with little beams like snowflakes, small designs made of ice and snow twirling in the air around them. He looked so beautiful and content that Nathaniel couldn’t help but feel happy too.
A little while later, when Nathaniel had managed to stay on his feet for a while, Marc asked, “Think you’re ready to glide on your own for a bit?”
“Promise you’ll be right there, in case I fall?”, the redhead asked in return, looking anxiously at his boyfriend as the cold royal donned a warm smile.
“Always, my rose petal!”, he answered, before Nathaniel let go of his hands and began to slide across the ice by himself, Marc watching him with all the love in the world.
VILLAINVERSE: King Marc & Nath of Hearts
An aura of fear and dread hung over the the grand throneroom of the Wonderlandian palace, and the anger of the two kings who sat in the marching thrones could be felt vibrating through the air, one as cold as ice and the other burning like molten magma. The peasants who stood before the Mad King and his poisonous love could already feel that their fate was sealed, but they dared to hope anyway.
“Pitiful peasants, you stand accused of conspiring against myself and my beloved wild card. How do you plead?”, Marc asked, his tone frosty and condescending as he looked down his nose at them. Their insignificant little lives were hardly worth the effort, but he did so love to see his king at his most furious and regal…
“Don’t even attempt to lie, you insufferable fools! We already have all the proof we need! You’ll only make this worse for yourself!”, Nathaniel snarled, his jewel-colored eyes flashing with fury in the way that made Marc’s heart skip a beat.
One of the imbeciles standing accused spoke then, the bravest one…or perhaps just the most foolish, “Yes, we did conspire to finally end your reign of tyranny and injustice! The people of this kingdom deserve far better leaders than you contemptible villains!”
This utterly asinine attempt of a statement was simply too much for the Poison King, and he couldn’t help but let out an absolutely wicked, yet still distinctly regal laugh, which drew a look of complete admiration from his partner at how beautiful he looked doing so, “Did you hear that, my darling? They honestly believed they stood a chance of toppling us from our thrones!”
“Indeed, my darling bandersnatch! And I believe I know just the perfect punishment for them!”, the redhead said, gaining his signature manic grin and dilated pupils as he looked down at the peasants, Marc practically swooning as he awaited his beloved saying the words…
“OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!”
MONSTERVERSE: MothMarc & Nath Goyle
The sun was an astonishing shade of blood red as it sank below the horizon of the thick forest that surrounded the DuPont School for Monstrous Youths, casting everything in an otherworldly orange haze. Marc and Nathaniel sat, as they often did, quietly enjoying this scene from the roof of one of the school’s numerous towers, watching as the shadows danced and the dark trees appeared to glow as if wreathed in flame.
Nathaniel smiled as Marc scooted closer, casting one of his large, translucent gray wings over Nathaniel’s back, surrounding him in a comforting warmth and making the gargoyle feel a sense of security and content. He couldn’t help but think how mesmerizing the light that danced off of those wings was, and the way it made Marc’s brilliant green eyes twinkle to look at the beauty all around them. These kinds of peaceful moments were the best parts of his day.
Marc looked down at his boyfriend, tucked under his wing and smiled at the peaceful, blissful expression in the gargoyle’s bright, fiberglass eyes, shining like gems in the light of the setting sun. Nathaniel always seemed to be at least a little stressed, what with his guard duties and his…family situation, so getting these moments where he was totally at ease were a relief for the young moth. To know there were things and moments where he could take comfort.
Both of the boyfriends then looked down at the pathways leading into the school, seeing most of the other students heading into the school for the night, amongst which were some of their friends, who looked up and waved as they spotted them at their perch. The two then turned their attention back to the sun, which had finally dipped below the horizon, leading the school to be cast in a serene darkness.
With a soft yawn, Nathaniel leaned over and laid his head on Marc’s shoulder, closing his eyes as he felt his boyfriend’s wing coil further around him. Marc smiled and leaned down to kiss the redhead’s stone forehead, before looking up at the stars that now lit up the sky. He knew they would soon have to report to their rooms for lights out…but they had a few more minutes to enjoy together.
GHOULVERSE: Marcoyle & Nathra
It was known to the people of Paris that the Ghoul Squad often took evenings to patrol the city for any trouble they could prevent. Many fans would try to catch glimpses of them at this time, wave at them as they passed, and happy when they were seen. Most ne'er-do-wells were smart enough to stay out of sight but there would be some stragglers who took the chance.
Thankfully for Marc and Nathaniel, however, this didn’t seem to be one of those nights. All was quiet and serene, Paris’ city lights gleaming as the raven-haired gargoyle and redheaded moth swooped through the night sky, twirling around each other in an airborne dance of adoration.
“Seems like it’s gonna be a pretty quiet night!”, Marc commented, enjoying the feeling of the cool Parisian breeze against his stone skin. He smiled over at his boyfriend as Nathaniel gazed, almost transfixed, at the warm light that emanated from the streets below.
“Yeah, we don’t really get a lot of those.”, Nathaniel mused in return, gliding closer to his partner so he could join their hands, as his mind drifted to the art theft at the Louvre that the Ghoul Squad had assisted in preventing the previous night. Marc had been amazing, of course, swooping down and scaring the wits out of two trying to escape out a back route.
But that had been last night, and tonight, there was no trouble, no crime to be seen. Which meant that the boyfriends could enjoy some quality time in the night sky together.
Suddenly, Nathaniel gained a playful grin as he turned to look at Marc, a challenging glint entering his eye as he said, “Race you to the top of the Eiffel Tower!”
“You’re on!”, the gargoyle answered eagerly, and with that the two took off flying at great speed through the cool night air, laughing all the way as they zoomed toward the peak of Paris’ most iconic monument.
GODSVERSE: Marcsephone & Nathdes
The Underworld, as always, was cold and gloomy, shrouded in dark mist and wandered by the souls of the deceased. But today, there was a certain energy in the air. One of happiness and anticipation, amongst both the deities that resided there and the spirits that roamed the expanse. It was the day that Marc, god of flowers and the springtime, as well as one of the two kings of the Underworld, would return home. Nathaniel, Lord of the Dead, was eagerly waiting at the entrance of the realm of the afterlife to see his love.
Each year, at the end of the winter seasons, Marc would need to return to the world above for a few weeks to aid his sister in the ushering in of Spring. Nathaniel understood that this was necessary. Just because Mylène was the goddess of the seasons didn’t mean she did everything to prepare for them alone, nor that she should have to. They may be deities, but everyone still needed help once in a while.
Marc and Mylène were incredibly busy during the changing of the seasons, so much to do, so their husbands didn’t see much of them. And while Nathaniel knew that this work was vital, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t feel sad during the days when Marc was away, or that he couldn’t miss his husband. And miss him he did.
But it took only a moment for all of those feelings to evaporate, because the next second, the air of the Underworld was filled with the familiar scent of a spring breeze and fields of fresh flowers. It was only a moment after that when Nathaniel was nearly taken to the ground as Marc flew into his arms, a huge smile on his beautiful face, before he pulled his husband into a kiss.
“I’ve missed you, my love.”, Marc said brightly, and the sincerity in his voice made Nathaniel’s typically iron heart skip a beat. He knew that Marc loved both bringing the spring and spending time with his sister, but it pained both of them to be apart for so long.
“I’ve missed you as well, my king. Every day away from you is another day of emptiness I can’t fill.”, Nathaniel answered, making Marc’s cheeks turn as pink as his favorite wild roses, “I’ve been counting the days till you returned to my side. You mean the whole of the Underworld to me.”
Marc smiled at Nathaniel with all the love in the world as asphodel blossoms bloomed around their feet. The god of the spring could see Baark lounging in the distance, all three heads yawning, the murky waters of the Styx crashing below the bay, and the souls of dead wandering the fields. But with Nathaniel by his side, hand clasped tightly in his own…he felt right at home.
DCVERSE: Myzan’r & Colossus
Screams echoed across the streets as cars and trees flew this way and that, pulled up from the ground by the redhead the size of a three story building who was currently on something of a rampage…not that this was anything new. Everyone knew Colossus had a temper. The only question to wonder about was what had set him off this time.
As Nathaniel stomped his way down the street, he couldn’t stop fuming about the rude passerby that had ruined his drawing in his sketchbook by spilling coffee on it! He hadn’t even apologized, just said HE should be more careful! How much damn nerve did you have to have to say something like that? The guy did seem to have some brains, though, as he’d quickly seemed to realize this was Colossus he was talking to, and had taken off running down the street.
Nathaniel had already been in something of a bad mood that day, so the guy’s rudeness had kind of set him off. And there was nothing like a little property damage to calm a villain’s nerves. (Most of the cars he was throwing were parked illegally anyway, so really the city should thank him!)
He was just getting ready to hurl a large truck when a voice said behind him, “You know you don’t have to cause so much chaos just to get my attention, Nath!”, and when he turned to look, sure enough, a certain extraterrestrial hero was hovering behind him, a teasing smile on his face and his arms crossed.
“For your information, I was mad because some fucking jackass spilled his damn coffee all over my drawing and I-“, the giant redhead had started to rage once again, only for his partner to fly closer to him and cut off his rant.
“Hey hey, it’s okay. I know you’re upset, I know how hard you work on all your drawings.”, Marc soothed, cupping his boyfriend’s colossal face, “But destroying things isn’t the best way to go about telling people you’re upset! How about we go down to that cafe you like? And then we can ask Ondine or Jean to reverse the damage with their magic?”, he suggested.
Nathaniel pouted for a moment as he considered this, before consenting and shrinking down to his normal (though still ridiculously tall) height as Marc smiled. The red-haired villain sulkily accepted his boyfriend for a hug before the two headed off in the direction of Nathaniel’s favorite cafe, the Parisian citizens in their wake breathing a collective sigh of relief.
MARVELVERSE: Discord & Rage
Nathaniel had just been looking forward to a peaceful afternoon, working on his sketches while not having to worry about any classes or stopping any havoc the villains decided to wreak. That was all he was asking for, but the universe had deemed it too much. It seemed one of the magic-possessing villains was causing a fair bit of mayhem in the downtown area, and he was the only one close by. Great.
Having a sufficient level of annoyance to transform himself, Nathaniel took on his superpowered form and leaped from the air in the direction of the screams and panic. When he arrived he saw that an entire city block was somehow rotating like the gears of a clock, buildings turning around and around and the road writhing like an angry snake. And from the air around the area, a maniacal laugh echoed in all directions.
Nathaniel sighed with a somewhat irritated scowl, knowing that only one villain would take such pleasure in turning order and peace into complete and utter madness. With a growl, he commanded for the ne’er-do-well in question to show himself.
“Maren! I know it’s you! Get out here!”, the large, hulking purple-skinned hero barked (talking in this form had used to be quite the challenge for him, but he had slowly gotten the hang of it), “Put all these buildings down, you’re scaring the crap out of people!”
“Oh, come now, Nathy, you know I just wanted to see you!”, the voice of the mischief god of Asgard crooned from somewhere Nathaniel couldn’t see, “And wreaking a little havoc seemed like a good way to get your attention! What do you think of what I’ve done with the place? Much more lively this way, don’t you agree?”
“What I’m really focused on is how annoyed I am that you decided to start causing trouble when it’s supposed to be my day off!”, Nathaniel snapped, looking at the young deity with clear irritation as he crossed his large, burly arms.
“Oh, I’m dreadfully sorry, dearest! But I really couldn’t wait another day! Things have been so dull around Asgard lately and I was itching to have some fun! And there’s nothing more fun than a little tussle with my favorite hero~!”, Maren chirped, batting his eyes flirtatiously.
“Ugh. You’re lucky you’re cute! Alright, let’s get this over with.”, Nathaniel grunted, getting into a fighting stance as Maren clapped his hands with glee. Though, if you looked close enough, one would see that Nathaniel’s lips had started to turn up in a smile. As much as he didn’t want to admit it…he enjoyed their encounters too.
AKUMAVERSE: Reverser & Evillustrator
The citizens of the light side of Paris screamed as a massive monster tore apart the landscape, crushing and destroying everything in its path. Not far away, the creator of the unholy terror was watching with absolute glee as his creature terrorized the innocent civilians, all while thinking of new ways to torment them to bring to life on his superpowered sketchpad.
Spying some of those pathetic ‘rebels’ who dared challenge him and his fellow villains, Evillustrator smirked as he began to sketch a personal favorite to deal with the vermin: a whole battalion of flying buzzsaws! He laughed maniacally as he watched them sprint to get out of the way, scattering around like chickens with their heads cut off.
“Well done, love. Mind if I take a turn?”, a voice behind him purred, and he turned around with a smile to see his beloved monochromic nightmare, Marc, also known as Reverser.
“By all means, go ahead! It always thrills me to see what you come up with!”, Nathaniel grinned as he looked at his boyfriend lovingly. Marc stepped up to the edge of the building where the two were perched and scanned the scene below, looking for a scenario where he could wreak some worthy havoc.
Spying a bus making its way down the street at top speed, struggling to get away from the sketched monster’s rampage, and smirked sadistically. He summoned up one of his dreaded paper airplanes, and hurled it towards the driver, causing the man to suddenly completely forget how to drive. The bus was sent careening wildly across the road, the terrified screams of the passengers filling the air.
Evillustrator laughed as he watched the mayhem below, delighted as always with his partner’s machinations. His darling origami terror always thought of the best ways to make people suffer!
“Brilliant, dearest! Now, should we go find another area that needs some terror spread?”, he asked, Marc grinning and offering a hand to him as he jumped up on his paper airplane glider. Nathaniel took it with a grin, leaping up behind him. The two shared a quick, affectionate kiss, before soaring off into the distance to perform more dastardly villainy.
FARMVERSE: Marckerel & Goathaniel
The break of dawn had arrived, and the sun was just beginning to rise over the fields of the Friendly Farms. All of the animals in all four barnhouses were still in their pens and nooks, dozing peacefully and having pleasant dreams. Well, all except for one, who was getting ready to perform his daily, self-appointed duties.
With a stretch and a yawn, Marc stood up on his clawed feet and fanned out his feathery wings, greeting the morning as he always did and pausing to watch the sun rising over the horizon, bathing everything in warm colors.
Knowing he would only have a matter of minutes to do this, the young rooster took a deep breath, before letting out a piercing cry to herald the arrival of the day. It echoed through the farms and woke all of his fellow animals. Some still grumbled in annoyance at being woken up, but shuffled to their feet nonetheless, milling about and chatting amongst themselves.
Marc let out a pleased chirp and ruffled his feathers as he perched atop the roof of the Mendeliev farm. Another morning, another job well done. But it was then that he looked over the fields to the Bustier Farm, and noticed a certain red-furred goat, trundling out of the barn and looking around in a barely-awake daze.
With a happy squawk, Marc took flight from the roof of the barn and flapped over in the direction of the neighboring farm. He landed on his mate’s back and affectionately nuzzled his head. Nathaniel turned to look at him with a lazy, goatish smile.
“Morning, Marc. Waking everybody up as usual?”, the young goat asked playfully, giving the rooster on his back a playful headbutt.
“It’s what I do. Wanna go for an early morning walk around the fields?”, Marc responded, Nathaniel nodding in response. And with that, the two set off, enjoying the sight of the sun rising over the barn.
MYTHICVERSE: Marcatrice & Nathatyr
There was no denying that Miracularia was truly beautiful, especially when it was bathed in the warm colors of the sunset. But a young satyr’s attention was locked on something that he found a thousand times more beautiful. The cockatrice sitting across from him, peacefully watching as the sun was sinking below the horizon.
The artist couldn’t take his eyes off his beloved, his brilliant rainbow plumage shining in the bright red and orange light that rained down over both of them. His green eyes shimmered with wonder as he watched the many unique and beautiful fauna of Miracularia galavanting in the fields below. He looked so blissful and at peace that it made Nathaniel’s heart feel warm and fuzzy.
So beautiful in fact that the half-goat boy couldn’t resist taking out his pad of paper to sketch the scene. With careful and precise strokes of his drawing quill, the image of his gorgeous partner came to life on the page. This might be a calm and peaceful moment, but Nathaniel would be damned if he let any capturing of Marc’s image come out as anything other than perfect.
It was then that the cockatrice looked over and saw his boyfriend intently focused on his sketching, occasionally glancing up at Marc, and he smiled. Nathaniel was so nice to watch when he worked on his drawings. His look of concentration was something his partner found so cute and endearing. It almost hurt to break that concentration to ask a question.
“What are you drawing, Nath?”, he asked, catching his boyfriend’s attention, and making him drop his quill in surprise. But it only took Nathaniel a moment to recover, and give him a smile.
“The most beautiful person in all of Miracularia.”, he answered, making Marc’s cheeks flush a brilliant pink as he waved a hand in the air.
“Oh, hush you!”, Marc said, hiding his face in his hands so Nathaniel couldn’t see him blushing. But it was then that Nathaniel came to sit beside him, resting his hand on top of Marc’s clawed one, having finished his drawing. With a contented sigh, the ravenette laid his head on the redhead’s shoulder, as they watched the completion of the sunset and the stars beginning to glimmer in the sky, taking in the beauty of the quiet moment.
‘CANON’ 69826: Marc & Nathaniel
At a table in the corner of the DuPont art classroom, two boys, a redhead and a ravenette sat, surrounded by papers covered in rough sketches and sample dialogue. Marc and Nathaniel were discussing the plans for the newest addition of one of their comics, as they did every Friday after school. They were currently in a very animated discussion about what they wanted to do with the final battle scene.
“And then they’ll join their swords together and fire the soul blast, destroying the darkness in the hearts of the people and freeing them from the spell!”, Marc said excitedly, using animated gestures as he explained his ideas to his boyfriend.
“Sounds perfect! And we can give their swords a special aura that signifies they’re combining their energies into one, super-powerful spell! A symbol of their trust in each other and the strength they get from being in sync!”, Nathaniel continued on, already beginning to make a draft on a blank sheet.
He held it up to show Marc, who clapped his hands and began to suggest different possible scripts for them to use in the scene. The two young warlocks who were the central characters would need a good power phrase, of course! And they would need to figure out how the villain would react, and exactly how the blast would play out.
It went on like this for hours, throwing enthusiastic ideas back and forth, sketches and dialogue, building off what the other said and crafting a story on the table before them. It was these times that the two were at their happiest, working together and making something with their combined talents.
If one were to walk in some time later, they would have seen the two, fallen asleep with their heads on the table, as was often the result of these meetings. But you would also see the hands of the exhausted boyfriends linked, resting atop the table in the midst of all of their sketches and drafts. It almost seemed symbolic of their bond in a way, the thing that had brought them together held strong now. And they wouldn’t have it any other way.
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And so our little adventure comes to an end. There’s no denying these two souls are meant for each other, whether princes or commoners, heroes or villains, monsters or humans. Nothing will keep them apart. See you next time, my friends! Let’s keep it a surprise, shall we?
I hope you all enjoyed this, and leave your thoughts in the comments and reblogs! And as a special question…what other couples (from the list of the ones we use) would you like to see me do this for?) I’ve got some ideas but I can add any suggestions to the list!
Maybe Tua had taken it a bit too far this time. That was how she found herself head down in the middle of an Arkham food fight. She had already picked her way through the uneatable food. She offered the remainder to the man next to her who promptly delivered it to the closest guards head.
She was loosing weight faster than last time. But this was only her third time in Arkham. She wasn't as well acquainted with the terrain. That was probably why she wasn't trying to get out now. This wasn't Blackgate, she couldn't just squeeze her way out.
She looked up at the person across from her, who seemed unphased by the chaos around them. The screaming guards and violent prisoners seemed a second world to them.
"Are you going to have your bread?" She pointed her fork at the small brown ball wrapped in plastic on the tray across from her.
I really like your take on Arkham Asylum! Quick question were some inmates transferred to level 5-6 permanently like Joker, Zsasz or Croc ?
AHHHH FIRST ASK OMG okay okay so there has been— Zsasz actually has been a constant shift between Intensive Treatment (level 3-4) and the Penitentiary (level 5-6), also being one of the only patients who made it out of Extreme Isolation alive and (seemingly) unscathed. Waylon isn’t actually any level, rather kept in the sewers of Arkham as a means to contain him (they don’t normally contain those not considered criminally insane, but Waylon is an exception due to the makeshift cell they had when Joshua Arkham was warden. Joker has been a permanent level 6, being a constant crisis threat— which, the levels are based on how likely an inmate is prone to crisis situations. I got a good guide on determining levels I can and WILL show because I’m annoying like that:
[ Log III - What is a Crisis ]
A crisis is an event in which an inmate attempts to assault or harm themselves or others around. It is often uncontrollable and spontaneous, though meeker cases have existed.
Crisis events involve but aren’t limited to:
Suicide Attempts
Self Harm
Assault on Peers
Assault on Personnel
Attempt of escape
any Otherwise Violent Display of Aggression
Crisis risk is the likeliness of an inmate to have crisis event, often assessed to determine their levels. Any inmates in Intensive Treatment are low crisis risk, and though a possibility it is not likely. But inmates in the Penitentiary are high risk, meaning they are a chronic crisis risk.
Many patients who become a chronic crisis risk for a short period of time will be moved to the Penitentiary for treatment. If the behavior continues throughout treatment, they will be moved to level 6 for heavy duty treatment (think the insane bald guys in Arkham Asylum that run up you to screaming).
[ Log IV - Levels ]
Levels are determined by crisis risk. The higher the crisis risk, the higher the level. So if a character is a low crisis risk and requires high security, they would still be a level 1-2 but with higher security. The higher the level may mean more security, but the reasoning isn’t for security alone but why they need the security.
Level 1 treatment is actually not the standard treatment, level 2 is. Level 1 has communal bunking and is reserved for the least restrictive conditions, with psychotherapy, no medications, and general scheduling in activities.
Level 2 is your standard singular cell with psychotherapy and medications, having the general scheduling in activities.
Level 3 is a step up from that, with a bit more restrictive time frame for activities and a push more for psychotherapy or medical attention. Chronically physically ill inmates are often moved to level 3 for convenience.
Level 4 is the most restrictive of Intensive Treatment with limited time for activities. Inmates may move up to level 4 if having problems with other inmates during activities, though often times are just rescheduled to different activities. Level 4 has more a push for psychotherapy or medication than all the other levels.
Level 5 is fully restrictive with little privacy, mostly due to them being high crisis risk. They generally don’t get psychotherapy with more a push for treatment programs such as electroconvulsive therapy, stabilization through isolation or rotational therapy, and conditioning therapy. Level 6 is one step up from this, with more a push towards solitary confinement or surgical treatment.
Ugh sorry for the rant I love my Arkham au a lot….
