(Y/N) (L/N) AKA Prometheus is a known vigilante and killer of cops. 6 Years after he escaped Task Force X he's recaptured by a small army. After that he's shuffled around and eventually ends up in the new Arkham City site. Will he join a gang? Or go...
Those goons were right, Great White Shark really did have a building with his own name on it. Either stupid or smart, (Y/N) couldn't tell which. From what he could tell not many men in the building only a handful at that, he could make out some armed men maybe a few rifles but not much. His outfit would be able to absorb some of the bullets but nothing much. By the look of things, Shark and his gang were scavengers, barley surviving. (Y/N) prepared to storm the lowest floor and make his way up. Even though Shark was probably on the top floor, if for any reason he wasn't on the top floor then he could easily escape. He put on his Prometheus mask and mentally prepared himself.
Stealthily he climbed through an open window on the ground floor, he saw two goons sitting opposite each other with their arms on a small circular table. They were playing a game of cards, what exact game was unclear but (Y/N) didn't care. He did note however what appeared to be a sub-machine gun on the table.
"Read em and weep" the winning goon said showing his hand full of Kings and Queens. Just as he gonna to claim his winnings, a sword pierced his chest. The goon fell forward on the table dead meanwhile the goon who lost stood up in shock.
"Where's you boss?" the deep voice of Prometheus asked pulling the sword from the corpse. In an instant Prometheus reached for the sub-machine gun and fired several rounds at the second goon sending him to the ground dead.
"Hey what's going on?" another goon asked storming into the room, his eyes widening at what has happened. "Who are you?" the goon then charged at Prometheus. Seeing an opening Prometheus slashed down from the mans shoulder to his waste. Blood spewed from the man's chest as he fell to the ground, the brown floorboards slowly being painted red.
Prometheus left the room, and made his way up the stairs. He still held the gun in one hand and the sword in the other. Another goon ran down the stairs towards him, he was easily shot in the chest. His lifeless body was sent tumbling down the stairs, his face slamming into a door.
Prometheus could've kept going up the stairs to Shark, but instead he wanted to destroy his gang. Even by some miracle he escaped he wouldn't have the men or resources left.
He entered a room with two goons located inside. One armed with a heavy assault rifle, the other a pistol. The two then fired which Prometheus flipped a table and rook cover behind it.
"Why don't you just march your green ass outta here" one called out.
That's when Prometheus heard it, the clicking, the sign of the need to reload. Prometheus positioned himself in such a way so that his legs were facing the table. With great force he then kicked the table, the table was flung towards the two goons knocking them into a wall. Prometheus picked himself up and hooked the sub-machine on his person. Using his now free hand he reached into a pouch and threw two throwing stars were hit the goons in the head, killing them instantly.
Exiting the room he went to climb more stairs, he would destroy everything Shark held dear. As he finished climbing, a goon standing in front of a door. Prometheus ran at this goon, and with great might delivered a kick which sent him burrowing through it. The door snapped of it's hinges and the two guards within looked scarred out of their minds.
Prometheus charged at one of the goons sword drawn. The goon didn't have time to react and the sword wen straight through his chest, pinning him to the wall although he was still alive. The other goon then charged at Prometheus trying to grab the sub-machine gun hooked on his person.
As the goon snatched the gun, Prometheus grabbed the barrel of the machine gun trying to wrestle it away from the goon. Shots rang from the sub-machine gun which hit the brick wall behind Prometheus, both men groaned trying to wrestle the gun away from the other.
Prometheus then took initiative and kneed the goon in the groin causing him to let go of the of the gun. With the butt of the machine gun Prometheus clubbed the goon across the head with it causing him to reel back.
Prometheus then withdrew the sword from the pinned man's chest causing him to fall to the ground, blood drooling from his mouth. Walking over to the downed goon, with a simple slash slit the other goons throat. He then left this room, his eyes were drawn in shadows.
That's when he reached it, the top floor. He sheathed his sword away and prepared himself, this was it. After years of gathering intel, killing cops, threatening thugs, all those years of training and pain. He had finally came to this moment.
Kicking down the door, he was met with what looked like a small apartment, a kitchen, old tv, an open window where a few goons were escaping. And in the centre of the room, the man himself the scum bag, the corrupt official. One of Gotham's lowest crime lords, Warren White otherwise known as Great White Shark.
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Dressed in a pink lined button up shirt, black leather vest, and dark blue jeans. His white pale skin stood out the most, even his smile looked a mix between creepy and weird.
"You must be Prometheus, well one of them anyway" his voice came off as a charming businessman but also held a sinister intent to it.
"I'm guessing you know why I'm here?" Prometheus said as another goon left the room via the window. It looked as if they were using the fire escape metal ladder. "Seems you're in the mist of an evacuation" he continued.
"Yeah cause some asshole wants to fuck up an operation" Shark then held his arms behind his back as he walked around the apartment. "To why you'r here I have no idea. Misled you to buying a building just to earn a commission, killed someone close to you, payed someone to kill someone close to you, my men wronged you in the past I could go".
Prometheus growled as he pulled his sword out bag lowly growled at how easily this man could list how he's wronged people. "I will make you suffer, drain you of your blood, torture you for days and then only when you are the verge of death. Will I let you leave this mortal plain" he took a step forward.
"I actually have plans within the next few weeks" Shark then stepped back to the open window. "I'll leave in the hands of my new enforcer" Shark gestured behind Prometheus. Suddenly a sock went through (Y/N)'s body. Something also hit him hard, extremely hard in the back causing him to falter backwards.
He looked to see a figure he had been hoping to meet in this hellhole of a prison city, Gotham's Prometheus.
"Go on Shark" he spoke, his voice that of a standard American, yet there was a sense of strength and might behind it, "I will handle this Pretender".
