(Y/N) looked upon Arkham City, now dawning his Prometheus dark green, leather outfit. The pretender was still in possession of his mask. His gear was laying in a dumpster, even he outfit had hole from the rusted bar, it was bloodied and his injuries were still severe. (Y/N) was in no position to find Shark, first things first was tending to his wounds. 

The three big players, Joker, Penguin and Two Face most likely had some medical supplies.  He was in good with Penguin, but if he went back there he would most likely be in debt to the little shit. Last thing he needed to do was to take sides with the gang war that was taking place. 

As he looked over the prison city he took notice of something interesting. One of the Tyger Security helicopters was firing at plants? What seemed to be a hotel was covered in vines, with a massive flower sprouting from the top. 

The helicopter had its sentry gun firing at the plants but seemed to have no effect what so ever. There were even what appeared to be thugs, but thugs from every gang in Arkham wielding rifles and firing back at the chopper. 

"Attention prisoner 66181 otherwise known as Poison Ivy, had over the Tyger Security you have captured and we may resolve this peacefully" a voice rang out from the helicopter. 

'I don't think piece is an option their pal' (Y/N) thought to himself. 

Fire was exchanged, with the goons just mindlessly firing back at the chopper. Confrontations between thugs and the security forces were not in (Y/N)'s mind, it was what was happening to the thugs. There seemed to some sort of green glow exhaling from their eyes and mouth, said mouths were hun open almost like zombies. 

Even stranger was the fact that the thugs seemed none the wiser of taking cover from the elevated enemy. They just seemed to stand still, when one was shot they recoiled and felt the pain like any person would, but seemed driven or forced to keep fighting. Bullets flew from both sides, while the thugs fell like dominos, many of the bullets simply deflected off the chopper was if they were arrow against lightning. 

After a few minutes of bullets being engaged by both parties, it seemed the thugs stroke luck. One stray bullet seemed to pierce the windscreen of the chopper, while the chopper didn't fall from the sky or burst into flames it did seem to have an effect. The chopper waved in the air, then decided to fly away, the thugs were victorious though their emotionless faces wouldn't show it. 

The situation got even stranger, as the thugs then dumped the corpses of the dead into the cold waters below. The corpses the floated towards the vine covered hotel, and then absorbed by the vines. Almost as if the chopper and dead never occurred, the raining three, wounded, mindless thugs went back to standing around. 

Interesting, whatever this gang were on seemed to be able to null pain. 

And in his current circumstance, (Y/N) needed that type of effect. The only problem would be making this gang, and their leader 'Poison Ivy' agree to allowing (Y/N) to have such an ability. 

'I guess it's a sort of drug, such as venom or vertigo' he again thought to himself. 

(Y/N) immediately made the connection between this vine covered hotel, and the green enchantress from those years ago in Arkham Island. That witch managed to control herself an entire army thanks to whatever spores she used. (Y/N) then crouched down, and began rubbing his chin weighing his options. 

'In a few days Shark will probably send Prometheus after me once word spread I'm alive. I'm also in no position to take him in a fight if he happens to find me' he looked up to the three mindless thugs 'Even I fall victim to whatever happens in there I'm too valuable and skilled and that I'll be disposed off'.

He then checked his rifle, he had enough ammunition to get through whatever this place will throw at him. 

Leaping onto the building and prepared to dispatch the thugs. The first was easily taken as (Y/N) covered his mouth and breath slowly left the thugs body. The second (Y/N) brought the rifle over his neck and trapped the thugs neck between the magazine and trigger, with a quick turn the mans neck was broken and the lifeless body fell to the floor. The final thug was taken down with a single bullet, straight between the eyes, a clean kill as Lawton would say. 

Next was the gate leading to the hotel, it seemed to be traditional metal, garden gate. A long metal catwalk lead to the gate, as he walked across it, (Y/N) took notice of the plants that were wrapped around them. It had a padlock which was surprisingly unlocked, most likely due to that steady stream of guards to repel that Tyger attack chopper. (Y/N) stood before the door, the plants, leafs and flowers around seemed to guiding him to enter. 

'Expecting me, but I don't have time to turn back' his hand went to the hole in his outfit, although it had patched up nicely. A few too many moves and the stitches will rip, and he'll be in no fighting shape. (Y/N) took a final whiff of fresh air then opened the door to the hotel. 

The oak door creaked open, the hinges seemed to be held together rather firmly and the screws replaced with vines. The room (Y/N) entered had an open space, mold growing across floors and ceiling, but as across the room vines and plant life seemed to take refuge. Dropping from the ceiling like a jungle, a large amount of exotic flowers and vines seemed to gather on a small platform. There seemed to be some fat Venus flytraps mouths, they seemed to let out a mixture between crimson and green mist in small amounts. 

"Welcome male of Arkham City....." an exotic, alluring voice rang out, the flowers on the other side of the room split revealing the figure of what some would describe as a green goddess. Red fiery hair which curled yet waved in the air,  a bountiful bust which seemed to leak due to the inmate top which seemed to burst at any moment. An amazing figure which was enhanced by the jadedness of her skin. "......To my gardens" she finished eyeing (Y/N) up and down. (Y/N) felt like dropping to his knees for this woman, that's when he sniffed slightly, something was in the air. 

"I believe you're the they refer to as Poison Ivy?" (Y/N) asked as his gripped tightened on the rifle, he took a few steps forward while still glancing around the room for movement. 

"You can call me anything you want darling" she flashed him a seductive smile which he shook off. 

"I've come requesting some services only someone of your caliber can provide" this seemed to earn a slight chuckle from Ivy, (Y/N) did take notice of a vine which began to slither to the side. 

'This is her territory' the vigilante thought to himself standing fast, 'I should've gone back to pick up my gear'. 

"If you're referring to the fact that I'm a woman then you are correct. I can over many" her eyes then pierced into his, "services" she finished.

That smell returned, it was stronger this time. It what would only be described as a sweet aroma, with an undertone of lilac which just slithered its way into his soul. His eyes dared to travel down her body again, but through pure willpower he kept eye contact. 

"I didn't come here wanting to become one of your pawns" he mustered as much stern as he could, mainly due to the fact that the strength of the scent was still increasing to point where (Y/N) had stopped inhaling through his nose. "You seem too possess an ability to create chemicals from plants. I require your aid with some, shall we say" he dropped the barrel of the rifle but still held onto the trigger. Using his left hand he revealed his wound. "Do a quick patch up". 

Ivy'e eyes narrowed as she saw the dry, bloody hole in the man's chest. "That is quite an injury you've sustained. Let Ivy take a look" at the end she made her voice sound like a mother would talk to a child yet it held a seductive undertone. 

(Y/N) could only back away and brought the rifle to bare. "Will you assist me or not?" venom could be heard in his voice. 

Instantly a vine came out of nowhere and whipped the rifle way from his hands, leaving them stinging slightly and Ivy began laughing, quite loudly. 

"You dare enter my gardens and bark orders like the human dog you are?" she asked, though it came off as anger it was clear she had planned this from the beginning. "Looks I'll need to convince you to see how nature is being harmed". Ivy then raised her arms as if calling out to something, the large Venus traps all across the room began to peel open, one by one hands erupted from the plants. Goons and henchman from different gangs soon revealed themselves, Joker, Two Face, Penguin even some Tyger Guards all stood tall with fists ready. Each having glowing green eyes and seemed like zombie, similar to the ones outside. 

In total there were 7 mind controlled goons, each starring at (Y/N). "Outnumbered" he muttered to himself. He then looked to his blood stained clothes, "Wounded" he whispered. (Y/N) then looked to the door, covered in vines. "No means of escape". 

The first thug charged at (Y/N) with a left fist reeled back. (Y/N) easily grabbed the fist and swung the thug over and up into the air. The thug's back slammed into the floor, and (Y/N) delivered a quick punch to the face, spilling blood all over his knuckles and knocking the thug out. Another thug came from behind, his arms wrapping around (Y/N)'s waist. The pressure applied caused the wound to open even further. 

As (Y/N) tried to break free from the grip, two other thugs came and began whaling on the vigilante. Punches were delivered to his chest and face, repeatedly with (Y/N) struggling against the thug holding him back. (Y/N) threw his head back, crashing into the nose of the thug holding him with a smashing sound being created. Breaking free of the the grasp, dodging one of the incoming punches and delivering an uppercut to a mind controlled thug sending the thug to the floor. 

The second thug went in for a left punch, which (Y/N) caught easily. With another blow (Y/N) easily knocked the thug to the ground, breathing heavily while glaring at the rest of the thugs. Though his defences lowered when the dust entered his system, his eyes darting to Ivy. Her gorgeous curly, flowing hair, the way her outfit hugged her green skin. 

"Ivy" he whispered to himself, eyes slightly turning green. Though he had no time to admire the green goddess as another thug descended upon him, more of the mind controlled simpletons sprouting up from plants. 

Poison Ivy tapped the corner of her mouth, looking at the struggling man with intrigue. 

Author's Note

Apologies for the wait and shortness of the update. I'm in the middle sorting out my set up, and typed this up on my phone. Make sure to check out my DC One-Shot Book.