The two hypertrophied mutants hunkered down and roared at the men. John raised his rifle to his shoulder and stared down the sights, switching his gaze back and forth between the two giants. The custodian froze, hyperventilating as he took in the sight of the two inmates and the augmentations they went through. "Oh, shit..." he could barely utter.

John strolled ahead as he began to dump his magazine on the freaks, the duo only recognizing the bullets whizzing into their bodies as a mere annoyance. Before long, John's magazine was empty, his effort only resulting in the freaks being littered with holes in their chests that barely bled. One of the creatures let out a roar before it braced to charge at John, the assassin letting his rifle dangle from its shoulder strap as he aimed with his pistol. Round and round bounced off the rampaging beast's head, until one shout managed to slide a round through his eye and make the beast cover his face. John dove out of the way as the beast meandered on with its momentum, the custodian, too, diving out of the way as the beast smashed into a turbine. Steam spewed forth from the turbine and scalded the beast before obscuring it entirely. Before John could rise, he was grasped around the waste by the other behemoth, his pelvis nearly crumbling under its immense pressure and sending John squirming and prying to get free. The beast brought John before its face and roared in his, giant globs of saliva clinging to his suit, face, and hair. John finally overcame the pain and leveled his pistol at it mouth, unleashing his final three rounds into the beast's maw.

The giant instantly dropped John, seizing its throat in one hand as blood began to seep from the corner of its mouth, seeming to cough in the midst of its pained growls. John had no sooner hit the ground than a giant foot and stomped onto his chest and pinned him to the ground, the assassin shouting out as the air was forced from his chest. The other mutant glowered down upon him, its teeth pointed like a predator and its left eye a bloody, mashed up mess. John felt his ribs crack as the beast put more pressure on him, leaping into the air with both feet raised to crush him. John managed to roll back over his shoulder to avoid the stomp as the beast came crashing down, the force of the blow sending a gust of air in all directions that sent John rolling like a log across the floor. As he came to a stop, John was scooped up by the other mutant and brought back over its shoulder before he was flung like a ball across the room. John slammed into the unforgiving brick and once more had the air forced from his lungs, sliding to his rump with a grunt as he hit the floor.

The mutants strolled over towards John, scowling and snarling as they approached, but were met with a series of rocks pelting their cheeks and shoulders. The pieces turned as a voice shouted, "Hey," turning to find the custodian holding bricks, both whole and pieces, "If you wanna get to him, you're gonna have to go through me."

The beasts roared and stomped over to him, the man filling with regret as he muttered, "Oh, shit!"

The man back-pedaled as much as he could until his heel hit wall, pressing up against it as the two freaks continued their march after him. A pair of shots hit the air as the two beasts suddenly lurched forward, turning once more to find a risen John holding a smoking rifle. The beasts once more roared before charging at John. With his nerves steeled, John fired off another pair of shots, both hitting an eye of the mutants. Both charged on as John sprinted out of the way, the two charging past him and into the wall he just sat against. The one-eyed mutant fell to a knee as the blind one began to swipe around wildly with its free hand, covering its face with the other. John was ready to charge in but the blind beast began to randomly swing in his direction, sending the assassin pacing backwards. The other titan managed to rise to its feet, searching the room for a moment with its good eye before locking on John. As it began to stomp at John, it had its arm grasped by the blind mutant. A look of anger overcame it as it tried to wretch its hand free, only to be met with a kick to its knee that permanently bent it into a 45 degree angle. The beast then took the crippled ally by the wrist in both hand and, with a spin, chucked him across the room like a Frisbee, sending him skull-first into the wall and crashing onto its back, unconscious.

The blind creature roared and beat its chest in victory, letting out one final victory bellow until a tree of rounds punctured the back of its throat. The beast seized its and fell to its hand and knees, coughing up blood. John charged at the downed beast and leapt at it. He drew his knees to his chest and, with all his might, shot both feet into the side of its head, loosening its jaw and sending it crashing onto its back. The beast groaned in pain for a few moments before regaining its alertness, unable to find John standing above him with rifle ready. The beast gnashed its teeth once more before John unloaded the remainder of his clip into its eye, the beasts' body tensing and twitching with each shot. As the muzzle flashes ceased and the beast's body lie still, blood began to pool out around its body, John managing to blow through its eye socket and out the back of its head. John took notice of the moaning and shifting of the other wounded, one-eyed beast a few yards away.

John replaced the clip of his rifle before slinging it back over his shoulder and drawing his knife and pistol. John stood beside the ailing beast, finally managing to overcome its pain before noticing John with a snort of rage. John rose his the knife in his fist up high before plunging it into the beast's chest. The creature roared in pain and fury as John tried with all his strength to rip the hole he'd opened in the beast's chest even wider. He could feel the beast's hand looming behind him and, impatiently, jammed the pistol's muzzle into the wound he'd barely opened in the former man's tough hide. John fired every shot in his pistol into the beast and blood began to spew out of its pumping heart like a geyser, the beast letting out a deep, creaking death rattle. John had no sooner placed a new magazine in his pistol before he heard the custodian breathlessly utter, "Oh...shit!"

Before he could react, John was plucked through the air and thrown through the opening of the wall into the next room. John skidded across the steel grate floor panels, his pistol flying from his hand and the rifle knocking itself free of his shoulder. John crashed to a stop far across the room, moaning as he pushed himself up to his feet with cut over the bridge of his nose, left eyebrow, left cheek, and blood creeping out of the right side of his mouth. The room John looked over was massive, a mezzanine bordered the edge of the room that was was held up by chains from the ceiling. The floor was entirely made of interlocking sections of steel panels, the only exist a door fitting to be upon a submarine with its steering-wheel-like handle upon its steel face. John looked to the hole as a familiar adversary stepped through to reveal himself. "Buenos noches, John Wick!"

Bane's body was even more tense than before, muscle forcing his skin to its absolute limits as a neon green substance visibly flowed through his veins. "Bane," John finally managed to speak as he caught his breath, "You're looking refreshed."

"Let's just say a bruja managed to give me a bit of an upgrade. If you thought those two used Titan well, just wait until you see what I'm capable of with it!"

With that, Bane leapt through the air at John, the assassin only barely able to jump out of the way of his stomp that crumpled in all the surrounding grates. John was blasted back by the force but was reeled in by Bane grasping his foot and flung back across the room, sending him tumbling once more to a stop. Before John could get upright, Bane charged towards him with an ongoing war cry and rammed shoulder-first into his side sending him slamming into the wall. "I will not underestimate you again, John Wick. I will take my time with you, no te preocupes, but I will not give you a second to breath." Bane reassured.

John had just gotten to his feet and threw his body aside as Bane threw a haymaker that sunk his fist into the brick wall as if it were drywall. John lunged forth and planted his full bodyweight into Bane's elbow with his shoulder, popping it out of socket. The criminal shouted in pain as he fell to a knee before John climbed onto Bane's shoulders, freezing as he took notice to the tubes that had supplied Bane with Venom now being absent altogether. "You can't beat me that way again, John, I don't need Venom flowing constantly to defeat you. I only need Titan once to kill you."

With that, Bane flung himself back to crush John beneath him, the assassin leaping up into the air and grasping the railing of a mezzanine above them. John hoisted himself up as Bane shouted, "I'm getting real tired of you, hombre del saco. You can run but you're only going to tire yourself for when I break you in half!"

Bane sprung up through the mezzanine under John, knocking John into the air as Bane landed under him, the chains holding the mezzanine up nearly ripping loose of the ceiling. Bane drew his leg into his abdomen and booted forward, catching John in the stomach with his foot and sending him flying down the mezzanine until he hit railing with his side. John's side dented the steel around it on impact, doubling him over as he tried to suck in air with a few deep wheezes. John could not spend any longer tending to himself as he heard Bane shriek once more, finding the wide-eyed and frothing criminal plummeting at him with an elbow ready. John barely leapt above Bane's landing spot before Bane crashed into it like a pool, sending pieces of metal flying in all directions from his splash zone. A section of the flooring swing up like a catapult and hit John just has he braced his arms before him, sending him sailing across the room and crashing with a bone-crunching, echoing thud. John lie sprawling on his back, panting for air as the thudding, heaving footsteps of Bane barely registered in his dazed state. "You were every bit as worthy as el murciélago, John Wick," Bane complimented, placing a foot on John's temple and forcing him to roll his head to the side, "I wish I could give you a more dignified death but you left me to die in the mud until la bruja gave me new life. Be seeing you, John Wick."

Before he could crush John's skull under his foot, a single shot rang out and thud of the bullet hitting Bane's muscle wall of a back hit the air, Bane taking his foot off of John, turning with indignation at the source of the shot. The custodian from earlier held the smoking AR in his hands, fear overcoming his face as he whispered, "Oh, shit."

"How dare you interfere in our fight, you filthy insect! I'll be back in a moment, John. Allow me to dispose of this cobarde." Bane reassured before leaping away from John.

The criminal crash-landed just before the custodian, knocking him to his butt as Bane towered over him. Before the custodian could plead for his life, Bane seized him by the ankle and swung him overhead, slamming him chest first into the grating and denting his outline in it. Blood spewed from the man's mouth as all of his ribs were shattered, along with most of his bones, and several teeth jingled through the grates. "You should have stayed hidden, ratón, you would have lived longer in your hole."

Bane lifted the man up high as John struggled to his feet, only hearing the man's final screams before a sickening snap, followed by Bane grunting and the splash of gore across the grating. John managed to finally get upright and click his blade free, finding Bane standing over the bisected body of the custodian, blood coating his abdomen and legs, a strand of intestine over his knee that connected the two halves of the corpse. "Bueno, John Wick, ¿continuamos?" Bane inquired.

"Sí." was John's simple reply.

"Bien."

With that, Bane charged once more at John, the assassin ducking under a wild hook of Bane's with a roll and, as soon as he regained his footing, tried to sprint past Bane. His attempt was cut off by Bane grasping his arm, hauling John in with a tug. John twisted around and drew his knife back, plunging it into the side of Bane's neck. The criminal gasped in shock, releasing John as he touched the handle emanating from his neck. John leapt up and cross kicked the end of the handle, driving the blade through Bane's neck even deeper and protruding out the other side. Bane fell to his knees, gasping for air around the knife obstructing his airway. John knelt down before Bane, grasping the end of the handle extending from Bane's neck as he grimaced. "I've punctured both carotid arteries. You may heal fast but you won't heal fast enough to prevent you losing too much Titan. You let me leave and tell me where Joker is, and you live. You try to go after me right now or refuse, I pull the blade out and you will die. Consider this a professional courtesy."

John stared at the struggling Bane, continuing, "So, what will it be, Bane?"

Bane drew several breaths as he responded, "To...Hell...with...your courtesy."

With that, John gripped the knife tightly and ripped it free, blood no different than a glow stick flowing from a shocked Bane's neck. Bane shot his palm out and sent John flying across the room. John rolled across the ground like a bowling ball before finally resting to as top on his knees, finding Bane stomping towards him and saying, "You may have put an expiration date on in, but I'll be sure you go before I do, Johnathan!"

Bane once more charged at John, the assassin readying his knife with an inverted grip. Bane let a loose on John with a hook with all his might, John ducking it and clasping the knife in both hands as he drove it into Bane's armpit. Bane grunted in his throat before grabbing John's back and attempting to crush him in his grasp. John responded by once more jamming the blade into his wrist and ripping upward, forcing Bane to release him. "Bastardo!" Bane screamed, holding his wrist.

"I'm just bleeding you dry, Bane. It's only a matter of time now."

"I'll see you in Hell!" Bane cried, bringing his arm across his body to backhand John.

With another swing, John ducked and dug his blade into the middle of Bane's right thigh. Bane was losing considerable mass with each pump of his heart, blood spewing from his severed carotids, right brachial, left wrist, and now right femoral artery. Bane stumbled back and struggled to focus on John, his double vision spiraling from the blood loss. "I will not rest until you lie dead before me, John!"

"Then let's finish this, Bane."

"Con placer."

Bane stumbled towards John, each step costing him more and more of his immense size, John taking a pace back with every effort of Bane's to reach him. Finally, Bane managed to grasp John by the lapel, a sickly husk of what he once was, so weak his eyes couldn't even remain open. "I have you now...John." Bane feebly spoke.

"So you do." John replied, ramming his knife up into Bane's chin.

Bane could only gag on his own blood, the blade penetrating his soft palate and scraping the bottom of his skull cavity. Bane managed to force out, through the blood and the blade skewering his tongue lisping his speech, "Te eth-taré vien-go, Gohn Wick."

"Te estaré viendo, Bane." John replied, drawing his leg back.

John forced Bane down as he threw his knee up, driving the blade deep into his skull. John cast the body aside after retrieving his knife, go about the room to regain his guns as Joker's voice once more grated his ears, "Well, look at this! Even after loading him up with enough Titan to make Mount Olympus quake in fear, you managed to put Bane down! Very well done, Johnathan, bravo!"

John ignored the claps of Joker and headed for the rooms only exit, only to have it open before him and a dozen of Joker's face-painted henchmen entered, one armed with knives and a few holding pipes. "I will not be ignored, Johnathan, I do not handle rejection well! Either have a chat or face the wrath of, oh, who am I kidding? Just make it quick when you kill them, John, you're no fun!" Joker signed off, the screens around the room once more returning to the Arkham logo.

"Well, let's show boss he should have some confidence in us, let's get him!" one declared, pipe raised overhead.


John exited the room moments later, the doors revealing that the inmates lying dead largely where they'd stood when they entered the room before shutting. Before him was a room nearly as massive as the last, save for a large, glass vivarium that took up a majority of the space. The room within it was filled with a pink aerosol substance, floating around as it were like dust. Suddenly, a green woman slammed up against the glass with wide, pleading eyes. Once she took in who she was looking at, her facade became more seductive as she called out, "John Wick. And to what pleasure do I have of you being in my holding cell?"

"I'm here for Joker, not you." John stated.

"Oh, that's no issue. But, don't you think you can do a girl a favor and let me out? I'm sure we'd have an excellent time, John," Ivy said, swaying her hips slightly as she said, "You know, we'd make a great couple."

John's harsh expression softened as he stepped closer to the glass, staring at Ivy before a grin cracked his face, "I'm not ready to go on the market yet, Ivy. And, by the looks of it, neither are you. Be seeing you." John said as he turned.

"Be seeing you, John." Ivy hissed, watching as he stepped through the scan of next doorway and exited the room.

Just as John exited the room and the door behind him latched itself shut, a familiar woman's voice caught Ivy's attention. "Well, I may only be a psychiatrist, but I can tell chemistry when I see it," Harley strolled around the room and waved a card in her hand, Ivy strolling at the same pace as Harley to the door holding her back, "Why don't I let you two kids get at it and, hey, maybe John will forget all about Mister J. Or maybe you can just make sure there's no John left for anyone to worry about but your precious plants using him as mulch. Whaddya say?"

"I would say that's a wonderful idea, my Harley." Ivy replied, putting her hand to the glass.

Harley drew back and wagged her finger, tutting, "Ah-ah-ah, you know your charms ain't gonna work on me? Not unless you're tall, pale, and handsome, just like my puddin'!"

Ivy chuckled, replying, "I guess nothing will ever truly tear you away from that clown. But it won't hurt me at all, just allow me to show our friend John a good time."

Harley threw her hands up, relenting, "Eh, what the hay? You two kids have fun but be safe."

With that, Harley swiped the card and the door opened, freeing Ivy to strut out and stretch, speaking, "Let's play, my children."