Arkham City x Male Reader

The Devil Comes Knocking

(Y/N) stirred from his sleep, feeling as if he had slept for weeks. Eyes slowly opening, he noticed he was dressed in some standard Arkham prison jump suit, and it was actually quite clean. Rubbing his eyes, (Y/N) could see he was still laying on the flower though it was opened, and could see into the open floor from before, with Poison Ivy standing off the side, pulling the red Arkham jacket over her body, positioning it from before, (Y/N) managed to catch a quick glimpse off her breasts before they sealed up again. Like before, only one metal latch keeping the jacket covering her breasts. Upon seeing that he was awake, Ivy smiled at (Y/N). 

"Awake are we?" she asked, hands flowing through her hair, all behind her shoulder like before. 

"So that wasn't a dream?" (Y/N) chuckled, standing up from the large flower. His legs wobbled slightly, it took a split second to get his balance back. Looks like she had done more to him than he thought. As he stood up completely, the orange jumpsuit was tight on him, especially around his chest and abs area. Guess she wanted something to look at as well. "I'm guessing you enjoyed as much I did?" he asked with arms crossed and a smug grin. 

"You could say that" Ivy then moved to the centre of the room, one foot in front of the other in an elegant manner. "I do suppose a deals a deal" she finished as (Y/N) grew bigger. This was quite the deal, a mind blowing experience, to blow someones mind with a weapon. "Warren White and some of his men are in the underground sewers, setting up something against the base of a Tyger security wall. They could be trying an escape". 

Seems Shark was trying to jump ship with a decent sized crew and that Prometheus mercenary. Looks like it was simple enough to get your hands on military grade weapons, Penguin, Joker, Two Face, now even Shark. What type of prison is this?

"Any chance you can tell me where exactly?" he hoping she tell him at least. Sewers were large, could take him hours or even days to find where exactly they were stationed. 

"Head over to the man hole near the Tyger door on the east side, you'll find some his men there" she answered, with a smile. "I'm sure you could find the big bad from there". 

(Y/N) walked across the room, walking passed Ivy and towards the door that wasn't covered by plant life. The two keeping eye contact and grins which displayed similar messages, no regrets from (Y/N). 

"Thank you for this" he turned his head to look at Ivy. Thinking of not only the interaction the two underwent, or the information, but the dream (Y/N) had. He had seen a different side of himself, his old ways, new ways, and work to be done after Shark is taken care of. "It was...." he had think for a moment of the correct phrase. "....An experience" he smiled. Could be taken either way, though Ivy thought of the obvious inclination. 

"If you ever need your toes curled" Ivy's voice was back to that of a seductress once again. "I'll be around" she then blew (Y/N) a kiss. Ivy began to walk back to the flower, an obvious sway to her hips which caused her ass to look ever so enticing. 

(Y/N) bit his lower lip with narrowed eyes. Though his mission over-ruled his lower region, he had one thing to take care of. Then, the world is his oyster. 

After the little 'incident' involving  Poison Ivy, (Y/N) readied himself. He was under equipped, out of time, out of weapons, but if what she said was true. It was now, or never. The date was December 21st some time in the night, through the numerous down times and tasks he's had to undergo for the freaks of this city, he had spent more time than he had anticipated. Realising he would need some better gear, he retuned to one place where he knew where he would be able to find some equipment. The GCPD, from memory there were some Tyger creates around that area, and hopefully if Penguin hadn't raided everything, there were some scraps. At this point his green Prometheus costume were nothing but rags, damp, bloodied, and sticking to him painfully. Basically unbearable.