It had been 2 days since (Y/N) had his encounter with White Shark and the other Prometheus. 2 days since the failure to obtain vengeance and struck down. The date was currently December 17th, and (Y/N) had barley recovered. Time was 19:47, and (Y/N) was slouched against a wall barley awake. Over the past few days the vigilante had been blinking in and out of consciousness, his eyes heavy and he hit himself hard several times to try and stay awake but to no avail. 

His eyes darted open as he keeled over and began coughing violently. Saliva and blood exited his mouth and stained the floor as (Y/N) was unable to control himself. His eyes half lit as his face hit the ground and he began another coughing fit began. 

32 minutes later

His eyes shot open as the flow of blood appeared to stop. What caught his attention however was the steps and subtle breathing he could hear, by the sound of it multiple people around his general location. Metal loudly struck the ground, someone was here. 

"Told ya this place would be a good place to hold out" a raspy voice let out as more footsteps could be heard.  

"Yeah. the boss will happy we can the drop on both Penguin and Joker's guys" another voice, which seemed further away cried back. 

(Y/N) barley managed to pick himself up, his legs shacking as he leaned against a wall for support. The footsteps drawing ever so closer. 

"Yeah, tell the boys to bring them guns Two-Face supplied us with. We'll be able to pop those clowns like balloons at a circus" the first thug sounded overly happy with the result of the free building. 

"Is that really the best metaphor you could come up with?" the second asked, sounding quite confused. 

At this point (Y/N) had dragged himself along the wall, leaving a small blood smear along it. He managed to pick up a blunt pipe which he made sure not make any sounds with. 

"It's an analogy not a metaphor ya dumbass" the thug retorted clearly annoyed at the stupidity. 

"I thought it was more of a simile than a analogy or metaphor" a third voice butted in, two loud sighs could be heard. 

'Must be a small group, at least five' (Y/N)  thought to himself. 'Seems Two Face is looking expand into my hideout and take out Joker's men as they cross the bridge'. A sound strategy, only they chose the wrong building to set up shop in. 

"Guys take a look over here" a thug called out which alarmed (Y/N) greatly. "Looks like good old Zeus left some good liquor behind wanna taste?", the steady flow of footsteps could be then heard shuffling over to that area. 

(Y/N) used this opportunity of alcohol to his advantage. He noticed a lone thug, dressed in that ridiculous white and black outfit which every Two Face  thug wore. He gently placed the pipe down, and dragged himself over to the  stationary thug. 

"You guys better save some of that stuff for me" the thug turned his head slightly which caused (Y/N) to freeze on the spot. "Haven't had a proper drink since I got thrown in this place" it seemed the thug didn't notice the wounded vigilante, that's when he struck. 

Hands reached behind the thug, wrapping around his mouth and nose while a knee struck into his back sending him to the floor with a sharp breath exiting his nose. (Y/N) crouched down, keeping his breathing calm while the thug seemed to panic. 

"Call one of your friends over" he whispered into the thugs ear, "You scream for help and I break your neck. Do you understand?". 

The thug appeared to get the message as he nodded every so slowly, (Y/N) proceeded to remove his hand from the thugs mouth and the thug gulped rather loudly. 

"Hey John, you mind coming over a second, thing I might've something" the captured thug called out, as he finished (Y/N)'s hands firmly covered his mouth and nose while his arm gripped around his neck. The thug quickly struggled which ended as soon as it started as breath left his body and it went limp. 

Thinking quickly, (Y/N) pounced for the pipe he dropped earlier down the corridor. He could hear the thing known as 'John' approaching. As soon as he turned the corner, he was met with a pipe hitting him directly in the face with a loud 'thump', the tug was sent to the floor, knocked out with blood gushing out of his face. 

"Hey what was that?" 

That was the one thing (Y/N) didn't need to hear, the others would now be on alert. Kneeling down he quickly searched the knocked out thug for any kind of useable weapon that would help him in his current circumstance, the only thing he found was a small pocket knife, he held the knife in his right hand and the pipe in his left. It was small, but could prove useful. It was then he heard something else that alarmed him, he could hear the clicking of a machine gun, one of them was armed. 

"Hey just don't go shooting me with that trigger finger" one snorted, presumably at the thug holding the gun. "I say we stay here, if it's the Bat we got eyes on all ways he can get us". 

This comment suggested that there was only  a few of them left, while two were knocked out the remaining ones wouldn't go looking for their friends. (Y/N) snaked away in a position where he could make out the thugs, three of them, huddled together in the centre of a bar area with eyes on all directions. 

(Y/N) thought to himself on how to take care of the invaders. Blood was still slowly dripping from his wound, and he could feel himself losing strength fast.

Thinking on his feet, (Y/N) threw the pipe into the room which had the perfect response, the thug wielding the machine gun opened fire at then pipe, unloading the entire magazine while yelling at the top of his lungs in a panicked state. The gunshots rang out as the shells hot the floor causing loud clangs as they did so. As the gun finished unloading, the clicking of the trigger could still be heard. 

"WHAT THE HELL MAN?" a thug loudly complained, clearly quite angry that his fellow thug unloaded an entire magazine. 

"What? Thought it was the Bat" 

"Well it wasn't, don't go shooting us with that trigger finger"

(Y/N) the heard the sound he was waiting for, the magazine dropping to the floor. With what could only be described as super speed, (Y/N) pounced from around the corner. Holding the pocket knife up, it was thrown towards the thug wielding the rifle. Due to his injuries, his aim was off slightly, instead of hitting the thugs hand it landed directly in his shoulder. 

The thug yelled out in pain as blood flowed from the newly created wound, the new magazine the thug was reaching for, was dropped to the ground. (Y/N) then ran at the two thugs who seemed too scared to move. The thug to the left was met with a round house kick to the face which caused him to slam against the floor, teeth flying out of his mouth. (Y/N) pushed the middle, knifed stabbed thug to the floor, making sure to grab the assault rifle from his arms.

The final thug, was then smacked with the barrel of the rifle, he stumbled back but stayed on his feet. Swiping to the ground, (Y/N) picked up the fully loaded magazine and clicked into the bottom of the rifle. Raising the rifle, the three thugs backed up in fear. 

"Wow we cool man?" one asked slowly raising his hands in the classic surrender manner, his arms shacking rather violently. 

"Yeah, we didn't know anyone was here. We'll go, and we- we won't come back" another pleaded. 

(Y/N)'s eyes darkened as he began to breath exclusively through his nose, loud and heavy as he aimed down the sight of the rifle. 

'Kill Them' 

A voice that could only be described as dark tormented rung out in his mind. 

"I shouldn't" the injured vigilante whispered to himself, it seemed one of the thugs heard him as one let out a small 'huh' sound. 

'They'll return with others, you must kill them in order to obtain what you crave'   

"I kill those who turn from the path of good and is tainted by evil" at this point the rifle began shacking as (Y/N) began questioning himself and this strange voice. 

'Just do it, they have been tainted by evil from the beginning. Just kill them, and you'll be one step closer to obtaining what you crave' 

"What I crave is....."

'Vengeance' 

As the voice finished, (Y/N) breathing rapidly increased and then death. (Y/N) squeezed down the trigger and he didn't even shack from the recoil.

Minutes later, the deed had been done. The two knocked out guards had been 'dealt' with. (Y/N) looked out from the balcony into Arkham City, Shark and this fake Prometheus was still out there. 

And he was more motivated than ever to hunt them down.