Throughout all of history criminals have always been a superstitious cowardly lot, and that was the same for Arkham City. As soon as the facade of the tough brute faded and you made it past the main gate and through the leagues of inmates you felt as if you were in one big prison yard. You had small pockets of orange suits gangs huddled together, only safe in numbers. Then you had three big gangs, each had it's own leader. One was lead by the former district attorney Harvey Dent AKA Two Face. The next, a literal group of clowns lead by the biggest clown, The Joker. Finally you had the gang that seemed the most organised, lead by The Penguin. 

From what (Y/N) had seen from grunts stationed on streets and rooftops, Penguins gang had the most advanced weaponry, food, and organisation. His gang even had captains which you could tell as they wore military grade body armour, compared to Joker's gang whose body armour looked like toy soldiers. 

The streets were the worst, without the private sector to clean them up they were filthy. Trash, rats even some dead bodies were littered about the place. One of the main brightest sources of light was the Tyger helicopters, flying just above the buildings they were equipped with a sentry gun close to the search light. 

"New recruits this way please" the Iceberg Lounge was located in the back of the old museum. It was only few other prisoners including (Y/N). They were lined up, single file surrounded by heavily armed Penguin goons. Slowly they were ushered into a small room with more heavy armed goons inside, and a very muscled one armed man. This mysterious one armed man was clearly Russian, judging by his tattoos. In his left arm he held a giant sickle which was most likely his main weapon of choice. 

Double doors were then pushed opened, with the boss man himself Penguin being the pusher. 

"What's going on then?" he asked on his British accent. "Seriously this all we got?" he asked a goon to his left. 

"Uh yes sir Mr Cobblepot, seems like this weeks batch of new inmates was less than anticipated sir" the goon was clearly scared to answer, as his voice cracked and stuttered as he tried to answer the bosses question. 

"Alright, alright listen up you lot" Penguins attention turned to the small group of volunteers. "You have decided to enlist with the best gang Gotham City has to offer if I do say so myself, but in order to join you must prove you are worthy" Penguin began to pace around the room, using an umbrella as a cane. "Normally I would have you all beat the shit out of each other in our little arena but there isn't enough of you for that" this seemed to startle all of the recruits except for (Y/N). "We're gonna send you all on a little adventure, you see Joker that laughing bugger thinks his men can steal our goods. I want em back. You lot get the goods, you'll have a roof over your head tonight" this seemed to spark hope in the eyes of the prisoners. "Well what you waiting for, get to it, we'll give ya some basic weapons the rest is for you all to figure out". 

With the words spoken the small batch of recruits left the room with excitement on the prospect of nice reward. (Y/N) however stayed in the room, getting the stink eye from Penguin and his goons. 

"Hey listen the boss said-" one goon stepped forward and placed a hand on (Y/N)s shoulder. In self defence (Y/N) flipped the goon over and held him down by his thumb, the pressure (Y/N) was putting on the hand was causing the goon to stay down and yell in pain. 

"I believe  we've met before Mr Cobblepot" (Y/N)'s voice was emotionless, which caused the goons in the room to raise their guns with the one armed Russian man stepping forward in a threatening manner. 

"You better keep talking lad" Penguin took a step forward with his umbrella stamping in the ground hard. "Because I don't seem to remember someone coming in here, banging up my men with a death wish". 

"You might better remember from my employer, Amanda Waller" was that name was uttered Penguin raised his hand, and the goons slowly began to lower their guns steadily. 

"Waller? You listen here lad" the tip Penguin's umbrella then had a small blade on it. "I told Waller's lot to never step foot  on my turf again, now I don't know which freak you were, you better have a good explanation for being back" as Penguin neared (Y/N), the new inmate let the goon he was holding go, and stepped back. 

"Last time I was here in your humble abode, you said you might have need of my services" this seemed to make Penguin think, as his eyes looked to a corner trying to recall what he said all those years ago. 

Penguins guard lowered as a grin grew on his face, "Ah I remember now, that bloke who threatened to kill Quinn with a sword or whatever I remember now. What's a lad like you doing in Arkham, didn't know you were in town" with a nod, Penguin signalled for many of the guards to leave the room. Many left with weapons eased, however a small handful and the one armed Russian remained. 

"Strange started branching out, caught me after I caught some intel that someone I'm interested in is actually in this hellhole of this City" (Y/N) cracked his neck, with a very satisfying sound being produced. 

"Well it seems you've been stripped of that pretty gear you had the last time you were h'ere, so I'll strike a little deal with ya boy. You get those weapons and supplies, I'll make sure that pretty gear of yours makes its way into my possession then after that, we can talk about how ya could be of use to me" Cobblepot spoke with a smile as a goon handed him a fish. 

As (Y/N) went to leave the room, a goon handed him a handgun and a baseball bat. 

The small gang of orange jump suited inmates made their way through Arkham City. Narrowly avoiding a confrontation with some of Two Face' thugs. This small lot were armed with nothing with pipes and chunks of of metal, and (Y/N) was the only one with any kind of firearm. Still even then it was a mere handgun, and he was only given one magazine that was already in the gun. 

"Hold up" one of the front men shouted to which everyone took cover staying as silent as they all could. They were on the far end of the Old Gotham Freeway which joined the districts of Park Row and Amusement Mile. Mile was where Joker was held up in some old steel works. Around the middle of the bridge was Joker's crew, around 13 in total. They were in the same situation as (Y/N), armed only with pipes, one however who could be assumed as the leader had an assault rifle which he held pride. Around half the group was dedicated to carrying the supplies. 

"Hurry up, do you wanna explain to Harley why we're behind schedule" the rifle wielding thug called out his underlings. They all grunted in response and seemed to pick up the pace ever so slightly. (Y/N) took notice of some his fellow Penguin recruits all nodding at each other. 

"For Christ sake" he whispered to himself as the recruits all picked up their weapons and prepared to charge. And the idiots actually did it, they all began yelling as they leaped from cover and ran towards Joker's men. 

"FOR PENGUIN" the out front shouted as his weapon was the first to collide with someones face. The idiots either didn't account for was the assault rifle wielding leader. Who pushed the magazine up into the rifle and began unloading rounds. The first few recruits fell quickly to the assault rifle fire, to which the other recruits took cover. (Y/N) studied his situation, he was nothing more than a foot solider in this big gang war, but from a foot solider he could find Warren White, and from there vengeance. 

(Y/N) sprang from cover and timed down the sight of the handgun. A precise shot then hit the leader in the shoulder, causing him to drop the assault rifle. He had five shots left, and he used them wisely. Another shot then hit a clown in the chest knocking him to the ground, blood splattering across the ground.

"Pick up your weapons and take them out" (Y/N) angrily ordered, firing another shot taking down another clown. The rest of the recruits then took up their arms and charged once again. This time without the assault rifle fire, they were actually efficient with their charge. 

(Y/N) took notice of a random clown going for the rifle, so he fired at said clown killing him instantly. Criminals deserve no mercy, they made their choice. 

It seemed the fighting had died down, most of the clowns had been dealt with or fled. While the recruits celebrated their victory stamping on corpses and reaping the rewards by picking up the resources and beginning the trip back to the museum. 

(Y/N) however took note of something, the leader who he shot was still alive and bleeding. But it did present an idea, a prize to bring back to Penguin. (Y/N) walked over to the groaning leader and kicked him, to make sure he was still conscious. (Y/N) hoisted the shot leader so his arm was on his shoulder. His eyes were half closed and he was mumbling to himself. 

"What you doing with that clown" one of the inmates asked, clearly confused as to what (Y/N) was doing. 

"I think Mr Cobblepot would like a prisoner, someone to get some info from" was all (Y/N) said as he struggled with the clown. He must've weighed a ton. 

The stretch back to the Iceberg Lounge was exactly that, a stretch. They were open targets for any common crook to try on. Luckily one of the recruits had the idea to pick up the assault rifle so they had some layer of protection. The bleeding clown wouldn't shut up, mumbling things about a roach, or just mindless incomprehensible mutters. 

Eventually they arrived at the museum/lounge, welcomed with open arms by Penguin's underlings. All holding up various bottles of alcohol as celebration for the recruits return, Penguin and the one armed Russian were standing in the centre of the room, a smile on the crime lords face. 

"Well done lads. You certainly earned your keep" Penguin gestured towards the door, where presumably they would be indoctrinated into the Penguin's gang properly. The crime lord himself held up hand, noting (Y/N) to stay in the room. As the recruits and goons left the room, all that was left was (Y/N), the Russian and Penguin, in other words a (Nationality) a Russian and a Brit. "Well boy took me a while but" Cobblepot then snapped his fingers then two goons walked into the room carrying a rather large wooden container, they placed it down with a large thump then quickly left the room. 

(Y/N) knelt down, unlatching the container, lifting up the lid, folded up rather well was the Prometheus uniform. Everything, mask, suit, hood, shuriken, sword and bow. Everything was there, the complete if you will. Just as (Y/N) was about to take the outfit away the container shut hard. 

"Not so fast lad" Penguin butted in. "If you're gonna take this, I want one more favour from you" this earned a small growl from (Y/N). 

"We had a deal, I get the supplies, you get me the outfit" (Y/N) was on guard on, this could go south. 

"Oh we do and you can have it, but you said nothing about all the nice gear inside" Penguin himself opened the container and flashed around the blade. "So you can have the fancy rag suit I don't care much for it. But I'm guessing you can't find whoever you're looking for without ya weapons". 

As (Y/N) stepped forward to challenge Penguin, the Russian also stepped forward, warning the vigilante.

"Easy now, you can have the fancy weapons. I'm just gonna need you do to one more thing for me". 

"What would you have me do?" (Y/N) could bartley contain the rage he felt within himself. He was reduced to a lackey, a foot solider, he didn't sign up for this. 

"Some of Dent's men are pushing into my turf, you kick em off, and you'll get everything else in this wooden piece of crap. I'll even throw in some info on whoever you're looking for. Who is it anyway?" 

This could workout somehow, Penguin had eyes and ears everywhere, if everyone could Warren, it'll be him. "You got yourself a deal, this better be all" (Y/N) walked over to the container, and picked out the Prometheus outfit leaving the weapons. He could've tried to fight his way out, but he was deep in enemy territory, chances were slim to none. "It's Warren White, Great White Shark" he told Penguin as he left the room and Lounge. 

One last job, then he could get back to the real reason he was at Arkham City;

Vengeance