disclaimer: If I owned the Batman: Arkham games, and/or the company that made them, do you think I would be sitting here, writing fanfictions about them? Yeah. I don't think so either.

Author's notes: Welcome back, faithful readers. Sorry for the ENORMOUS delay. I just had too many things going with school and everything. I hope you enjoy reading my story and I would be grateful if you showed me your likes or dislikes via reviews. Sorry for the shortness of this chapter. Well…..I forgot what to say now. …Oh, wait! I got it: On with the story!

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As the fight grew more and more vicious, both sides had a lot of casualties, and the amount of the wounded grew more and more large as well. Both the police and Two-Face's gang were engaged in a firefight, which turned into a massacre very fast, however, the police seemed to slowly win the nattle, because of their reinforcements. The Two-Face gang soon had to retreat to the lower levels of Arkham, but Harvey smiled, while running. The plan went perfectly so far, despite the looks of it.

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Ivy was furious. Not only did she have to remain in a super-security containment cell, because of her recent attempts on murdering Joker (he killed a large amount of her babies, what could've she done?), but she was locked up in the Botanic-Garden, next to her babies, but locked away from them, only able to hear them slowly crying after her, their kind mommy.

She walked around in her cell, thinking hard about a way to escape. She tried everything: Under the ground was a big, titanium plate, preventing her to grow her vines under the ground. The rest of the cell was made of thick, bulletproof glass, allowing her to see the plants, that grew around her, but rendering her unable to do anything with them.

Since being escorted to her new cell, she haven't left a single time. She got food through a special machine, and had sessions with several psychologists each day. Despite the lack of amusing things in her surroundings, she never got bored. Her mind was completely on one task: killing every doctor, guard or anyone, who has any connection to Arkham and making them suffer, very, very long.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps from behind her, but upon turning around, she saw no doctor there, but surprisingly, the Scarecrow.

-„H- How?" – she stuttered, no words coming to her mind, Crane just chuckled and asked her something completely different.

-„I see you're away from your little babies, Pamela." – he said – „Does it hurt? It must, since you can feel them suffer and you feel the same as them, but I must ask. Does it hurt that much?" – Ivy just nodded, already crafting plans to kill Scarecrow for that question, but what came after, was completely new to her.

-„What if I make you a deal?" – Jonathan asked – „I let you out and you help me getting out from the Asylum. Deal?" – Pamela nodded, not caring about the escape, just to be free and able to save her babies. With a few buttons pressed, Crane unlocked the cell's main security system, setting Ivy free. She walked out of the cell, sipping in the air, touching the spores, that were all around in the air and letting out a few joyous moans, finally feeling the plants in the ground again. She walked over to Scarecrow and looked him deep in the eyes – „What will it be, then?" – she asked.

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Batman was getting frustrated. He punched another goon in the face, sending him to the floor instantly. He has been doing this for half an hour and he saw no sign of any of the mob-bosses, like Two-Face, Black Mask or Penguin. He didn't like it, because it wasn't like them. Usually, they came up to him, loaded with lots of guns and ammunition, killing anything, that came in their way, but now…..nothing. He heard about Two-Face fighting at Intensive Treatment, but even he disappeared. Batman made his way down to the lower sections, past the low-security cells and the cantines, approaching the high-security section. He expected them to be outrageous, aggressive, but they were hiding, like turtles in their armor…..wait! An idea suddenly struck him. They're not hiding. They are searching for something! He stopped and thought about it for a second. The TITAN project was out. Every document of it was destroyed and the lab, that Dr. Young used was demolished. The sewers were also out. The G.C:P:D: installed security cameras there, since the escape of Killer Croc at the time of the Arkham breakout. The police would have noticed, if they were trying to escape there. Then, the idea hit him. There were two names, he instantly remembered. Croc and Bane!

He started running as fast as he could, hoping, that he was not too late.