10 Stupidly Awful Gaming Prisons Staffed By Total Idiots

9. Arkham Asylum €“ Batman: Arkham Asylum

I get that this was an act of subterfuge by The Joker, but still, they sure are bonkers over at the Arkham Asylum. The problem is, it's not the inmates I'm referring to €“ it's the administrators who vetted the admissions process. Lets break it down €“ come the start of Rocksteady's classic, the prisoners of Arkham can be placed in two categories. There's the obvious freaks and criminally insane folk who actually belong in a secure mental facility, and then there's the regular prisoners shipped over from Blackgate after Joker burnt it down. These chaps are basically the muscle, providing the indentations on Batman's gauntlets as they run into his fists, feet and batarangs over and over again. What's important to note is that with a few notable exceptions (Killer Croc and Poison Ivy), these two categories are nowhere near as formidable by themselves. Without all the minuitae and prop mind-f**kery set up by his underlings, the Joker is effectively just a wiry-looking, batsh*t-insane bloke who's quite decent in a fight. Similarly, without someone suitably demented and ingenious leading them, the hired goons are just a disorganised conga-line of folk for Batman to chin in the name of psychological trauma. Much like love and marriage go together like a horse and carriage, thugs and clever psychopaths also compliment each other, albeit much less tunefully. So the question is this €“ why would you ever shack up the Joker with his followers? I understand that the authorities didn't know the Clown Prince of Crime would give up so easily and be incarcerated at the same time as his loving army, but still, if Batman can smell a rat, I suggest you listen to him. After all, he didn't trademark 'World's Greatest Detective' just for sweet merchandising opportunities. Send the Joker somewhere further away, or set up a prison especially for him, if needs be. I guess that it might be expensive, but when you compare it to the repair job on the Ivy-trashed Asylum and the no small amount of compensation for all the staff murdered on the job that night, building a small, secure room elsewhere seems like a trifling expense. But no, instead the authorities danced headlong into an obvious trap, whistling and twirling a cane as they went.