Arkham City was full of scum, it reeked of it. The common inmates grouping together simply for anarchy, the three organised gangs battling for control of rooftops and districts. Which was where (Y/N) now found himself. Two Face had his a small pocket of his men slowly making their way into Penguin's turf. Thanks to Penguin, (Y/N) wouldn't be attacked by the crime lords men. He was on the rooftops, seeing that small team of Dent's men moving through barricades and gates. It was a small expedition tea, no guns only pipes and hand to hand combat weapons. 

Because he didn't have any of his own weapons he would have to engage them fist to fist. The group was around 7 to 10 men in size, there wasn't a sign of command so these were just grunts of the litter. This wouldn't take along, he needed to scare them first. 

Prometheus leaped down from one rooftop to another, his shadow passed onto the street below. 

"What's the plan exactly?" one grunt asked another, clearly unaware why he was there just mindlessly following orders. 

"The boss wants to map out Penguin's patrol patterns, strength of his numbers and with rooftops and whatever" it seemed that thug didn't know or didn't care why he was there. This scouting party was the prelude to a larger attack. 

"You hear how may guys we lost taking the courthouse?" someone asked. 

"Yeah, that Calendar guy put up on helluva fight". 

It seemed Two-Face had taken the Solomon Wayne Courthouse as a base of operations. Judging by what that thug just said, his men had an altercation with the strange villain known as Calendar Man. A strange serial killer who planned and based his murders around holidays of the year. 

The group was coming to a locked gate, they would either try and cut the lock, or climb over it. Just as a pair of grunts approached the gate, (Y/N) his move and out on his Prometheus mask. 

Prometheus leaped down and landed on one knee behind the group, startling them. 

"It's Batman- wait what?" the first thug to turned around, not recognising who Prometheus was. Though they were wearing masks, Prometheus could make out the confusion on their faces. "Who's this guy?" 

"I come with a warning from Penguin" the voice changing filter in the mask made his voice sound deep. "Stay off his turf". 

"You think we're scarred of nut jobs like you?" a thug asked holding his arms in a challenging manner. 

"Yeah you Batman wanna be" another called out. 

That was it, they had their chance. Storming forward Prometheus prepared to engage this rather small group of thugs. The first ran at Prometheus full throttle with a bat raised in the air. Already ready with a counter move, Prometheus grabbed hold of the thugs neck and slammed him into the ground, just before the thug could recover Prometheus stamped on the thugs face breaking his nose in the process. 

Two more thugs approached him, one wielding a pipe. He swung it hard, but Prometheus was easily able to grab hold of the pipe with both hands. He punched the thug in the face causing him to let of a the pipe. Prometheus ducked under an incoming first from he second thug, he swung the pipe down hard onto the back of the thugs leg. Prometheus saw the bone pop out as blood gashed from the injury, the thug fell to the floor crying out in pain. 

This time, four thugs approached him all with fists raised. Prometheus threw the pipe to side and prepared to fight them off. Two thugs punched Prometheus at once, he caught one fist and brought his left arm up to the elbow breaking the thugs arm. He then threw the one with the broken into the other scuffling both to the ground. One would stay down the other wouldn't. 

Just as another thug came in for a punch, Prometheus used his right arm to weave the punch away. He then used flat hands jabbing into the thugs neck causing breath to leave his body and fall to the ground. 

Out of nowhere a baseball came and hit Prometheus in the back of the head. He stumbled forward and fell to the ground, his vision blurry and unable to focus. The remaining thugs then surrounded him and began to stamp and kick the downed vigilante. 

"This is why you don't mess with Two-Face" one said as he tried to kick Prometheus in the head.  

Prometheus opened his eyes and saw an opening, as one thug stamped one his head. The vigilante grabbed hold of the foot, and punched the man's knee. The knee bent inwards as the man screamed in pain, falling backwards holding his injury. As another tried to kick, Prometheus brought his own leg up quicker, and kicked the thug in that special place between his legs.

The thug staggered backwards clearly in a world of pain. 

Prometheus flipped himself to his feet and gathered himself and surroundings. 

Around 3 thugs left, they were shacking clearly not liking their chances. As the centre thug charged he threw a straight punch, in retaliation Prometheus wrapped his arm around the punch. He proceeded to beat into the mans face, over and over again with his right fist. The green glove was starting to be covered in blood as the man's face was drooling red. 

As Prometheus had the mans arm trapped he was able to deliver several blows to the face. He let his rage consume him as teeth were thrown from the man's mouth. Seeing has done everything he needed to do, he let the thug fall to the ground. 

The remaining took immediately took off, running away in free in opposite directions. They wouldn't try this again, most likely warn Two-Face of the shadowy figure watching over Penguin's turf. In fact he never actually have them his 'name', they only called him a Batman wanna be. 

(Y/N) looked down at his handy work, several downed thugs with broken arms, legs and faces. His attention was redirected to the one thug who managed to pick himself up and raise his fists, (Y/N) had to admire the courage. 

Prometheus walked over to the thug, jabbed him in the throat to which he fell to his knees. Getting behind the thug, Prometheus grabbed the thug by his jaw and the back of his head. 

Then

SNAP

The thugs neck was broken, the thug fell to the floor lifeless. This group of fallen thugs would prove useful as a warning to anyone looking to scout Penguins turf. Prometheus turned his head looking behind him, seeing several orange jump-suit images looking on in fear. 

Prometheus starred at them, not saying a word, not moving at all, simply starring at the inmates.   The inmates then scattered, running down different streets, some knocking into each other and others sprinting as fast as they could. 

The deed was done, (Y/N) pulled off his Prometheus mask, finally allowing himself to breath. Even though it was early December, his face was drenched in sweat. This was one of the first times he had taken on a full group of unarmed thugs, and besides that moment where they were kicking him, he had handled it pretty well. 

He folded up his mask and stashed it away in a pouch on his person, he then made his way to the nearest fire exit on the side of a building. After a bit of climbing he made his to the rooftops, where he made his along them and back to the museum. 

(Timeskip)

(Y/N) found himself in the same as before, again with Penguin and the one armed Russian. The wooden container was in the centre of the room, open with the weapons visible. 

"It's done Mr Cobblepot, made sure two men made their escape to warn Two-Face not to try and move on your turf for a while" (Y/N) stated as his crossed his arms. 

"Good job lad, I had some of my men watch you from afar. From what they said, you sent those buggers packing" Penguin let out a chuckle towards the end, even the Russian smiled. Using his umbrella Penguin pointed towards the crate. "As promised, the rest of your belongings". 

(Y/N) went over and began gearing himself up, tucking throwing stars away in pouches, hooking the bow into his back, and sheathing the blade and putting that on his back as well. Finally he counted his arrows and double checked, everything was present. I'm guessing it was a gift, as at the bottom was a bottle of bourbon, which he gladly took as well. 

"And the intel?" (Y/N) asked as he straightened himself. 

"Ah yes about that" Penguin took in a puff from a cigar he held in his other hand. "Shark has gone to ground, from what I can tell he's got a small crew scattered around city gathering small supplies" Penguin then got angry. "MY SUPPLIES!" he then calmed himself down. "You'll be doing me a favour taking down that run down geyser. You'll find a small patch of his men located in the slums under that old freeway". 

Gotham freeway? He was there literally hours dealing with that stupid supply run Penguin had him run. 

'You gotta be fucking kidding me' he thought to himself. 

"Anyway, you'll always be welcome here ma boy" Penguin then hurried away as if he didn't mean it. 

The Russian let out a snarl at (Y/N), then followed his boss out the door. 

(Y/N) was now left to his own derives. He exited the museum/lounge, and prepared to fins himself some shelter for the night. He wasn't gonna ask Penguin for, he had dealt with that slime ball enough already. 

Off in the distance, what looked like a modern day knight watched (Y/N) from a rooftop, stalking his prey. This was Simon Morrison, Gotham's own Prometheus. And he was ready to kill this pretender to his name.