Arkham City x Male Reader

Home Invasion

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.