Arkham City x Male Reader

Ice to Meet You

(Y/N) was delivering a powerful blow to the face of a thug was forced to the ground, knocked out cold as the green in his eyes vanished. Another thug stormed at him, (Y/N) grabbing his face and burying into the ground, vines quickly covering the downed thug. The lethal vigilante was exhausted, sweat covering his body and his face covered in layers of the bodily fluid. He had been fighting for roughly 30 minutes, thugs popping up from every plant. Even some who were downed sprung back to life like zombies, all breathing loudly and some whispering Ivy's name like a cult. (Y/N) reached into his right boot, pulling out a small knife and holding it in a reverse grip getting ready to make a valiant last stand. 

"Stop" the powerful, feminine voice of Ivy called out as she held a flat hand ordering her minions to stop. All thugs came to a direct stop in a line, all standing still as statues from their mistresses order. "You have, impressed me" she smiled coyly. 

(Y/N) did his best not to look directly at Ivy, as every time he did he couldn't help scan every inch of her body. Impressive curves, long curly flowing red hair, a perfect green skin colour, he licked his lower lip like a predator eyeing a prey. Whatever was in the hair was effecting his mind, he was on the edge. 

"You will assist in healing me?" he asked, trying desperately to concentrate on the strands of her and not her figure. All the while he was breathing heavily, though still keeping his guard up. 

"I propose, a trade" she smiled, stroking a nearby vine like a person would a dog. (Y/N) mentally swore loudly, he was getting too deep with the Gotham Rogues. "Are you familiar with the Ice Man, Victor Fries?" she asked. 

"I've heard of him" (Y/N) slowly began to lower his guard.

"It seems he's working with the Joker on something, Joker's clowns stole a flower from Tyger station that is very dear to me" he already knew where this was going. "Retrieve said flower, and I will assist in your" she eyed the blood on his outfit. "Situation" she finished as the goons slowly began to back away and retreat into the plants that had once covered them. 

"Where might I find, this Fires" he asked with a raised eyebrow, as a vine slowly extended him his rifle. She was confident he would agree, both needing the other. 

"My plants can't seem to dig under the old GCPD building, I'd start there" flowers and vines slowly began to act as a cover for Ivy as they once did before. "Return to me, and I shall grant you what you truly desire" she flashed him a seductive wink as her was gone. 

(Y/N) direly gathered his weapon, and made his way towards the exit. The vines covering the metal door slowly dissipating as to make his leave, he turned around one last time. That primal, pheromones induced part of him hoping to see even a small glimpse of her. But to no avail. 

Moments later the cold refreshing air of Arkham City washed over his bruised and battered body. A small exhale of relief left (Y/N)'s lips as he closed his eyes in satisfaction. After that time of an endless fight, he finally had a moment to catch his breath fully and calm his mind. The thoughts of Ivy slowly leaving his head as he turned around to look at the door. There was a small amount of light red dust/gas seeping through the door. Sighing, his began a journey to the GCPD, but first, his gear. 

Returning to the site of his most deadly defeat was something terrifying, like his wounds could sense the area and pulses of pain coerced through his body. His discarded gear had not left the dumpster, though it had seen better days. Many of the arrows had broken and become dirty, unusable. The string on the bow split, making it also unusable. The only things he could salvage was  his blade which he hooked to his back. Though his mask was still missing, his would suffice. Then, by leaping from rooftop to rooftop, (Y/N) began to make his way towards his destination.