"...Your New Treatment" the bearded man said, it was almost like excitement could heard in his voice. (Y/N) was bound to a chair, his arms tied behind his back. He looked to his shoulder where he was hit by the sniper, stitched up, ached a bit but wouldn't cause a major problem. 

"W-who are you?" he asked looking up at the man, not knowing what he wanted. 

"I've already told you, I am Hugo Strange Director and Warden of Arkham City. We run a rehabilitation centre. Where criminals like you can...." he took a long pause and he circled the restrained vigilante. ".....Reflect on your more violent nature" he continued. 

"I'm not a criminal" (Y/N) spat with spite. 

"Ah yes, your twisted sense of justice. Similar to that of the Batman, however you say away from criminals and selectively target corrupt officers of the law. Please tell me why" the doctor now held his arms behind his back. 

"They turned their back on the law, used it to benefit themselves and hurt the innocents they swore to protect" he bit his bottom lip to stop himself from going on a rant. 

"Ah yes" Strange raised a finger almost like a eureka moment. "The emotion you have in your voice tells me that a tragic event triggered this sense of righteousness" it seemed the doctor had figured (Y/N) out. "Most likely linked to your fathers past as a Police officer in Central City correct?" the restrained vigilante let out a small growl of anger. "I believe that was a yes, it seems you share more in common with him than I initially believed. And you chose the name Prometheus as he were a champion of the people, you too are a champion in your own world". "You will be released into Arkham City, do as you wish. And I do believe an individual who also goes by the name of Prometheus is kept here in Arkham City. Seeing the two of you come into conflict will be quite enjoyable" with that Strange retracted into the darkness and a door could be hard opening. "Captain, you may escort Mr (L/N) now" with that two bright lights shined. Revealing he was kept in some sort of interrogation room. 

Torture the devices littered the white tile floor, blood ran down the walls, whoever this Hugo Strange man was, he clearly worked with ruthless ideals. 

Almost immediately a dozen guards rushed into the room, each armed with assault rifles readying to fire at any moment. One Tyger guard carefully approached (Y/N), certain colours on his uniform indicating he was the captain, Strange spoke of. The captain undid the straps, and reached around applying pressure to (Y/N)'s neck. 

"Move prisoner" his deep voice ordered. As he let go of the neck pushing (Y/N) forward several files were then heard 'clicking' as they took aim. "Slowly" the captain continued. 

As (Y/N) move along, with his hands held together he soon found himself in a line, with other brute looking prisoners in bright orange jumpsuits.

(Timeskip)

"What are you in for?" a prisoner asked (Y/N), they were currently in some form of lift most likely being taken to the gates of Arkham City. 

"Cop killer" he snared as the prisoner pretended to look shocked. 

"Well another on huh. Yep meet one cop killer you met them all, robbery gone wrong, you're just another face in the ground" the criminal semi-insulted, as other criminals snickered and laughed to themselves. (Y/N) didn't pay no mind to them, they were common crooks, low lives, the pilot fish of the underworld. In Arkham City, the big boys would play, and (Y/N) intended to get in good with at least a few of them. He was already semi in good with Penguin because of that little stunt he pulled a few years ago. 

Slowly whatever they were in, the gates opened. 

The lights of Arkham City blinded the new prisoners slightly as they held their arms out to shield their eyes. Yelling, screaming it was all heard from the fences that blocked out other orange clad jumpsuit prisoners. Some of the new prisoners hurried along the pathway towards the entrance gate, others were scared to carry on. Several of the prisoners behind the fence carried basic weapons, pipes, baseball bats and hunks of metal were all being carried and used as make shift weapons. 

"New Fish!" was the most common term being used. It commonly meant the 'new meat' in the prison system. 

(Y/N) was now in Arkham City, the one place he needed to be.