A/N: I would like to give millions of thanks to Tibbles. It's been at least a year since I've even touched my copy of Prototype, and I have since forgotten some of the plot points, so I am in your dept for reminding me of who really made all the freaks in the quarantine.

Also, why does everybody either adore or hate Prototype 2? I've yet to play the entire thing. In fact the only part I have played is the final battle against Mercer.

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It had been nearly a week since Gotham had been cut off from the world. There was no way of getting off the island city, not with the bridges destroyed, all the airports had been shut down, and the only boats anywhere were the military battleships that were constantly patrolling the waters surrounding the city, ready to blow away anyone who tried to either swim across to the mainland or by boating across in a homemade raft; anyone who tried to escape were shot on sight without hesitation or warning.

Luthor hadn't been lying when he said that the city would receive supplies and food; everyday cargo planes would fly over the city and drop parachuted crates to the awaiting ground. It was mostly food and refreshments, but at times the crates would contain pleasurable things like books and cigarettes or even toys for the children. It didn't take long for the gangs to try and take all the supply drops and attempt to sell the items for an incredibly irrational price. Some of them were put out of business by the Bat Family, and others were very unfortunate to be shut down by Zeus, but their numbers were still vast and all still stole the crates for their own profit.

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"Attention everyone within Arkham Asylum," Jeremiah's voice echoed through the PA system throughout the island. "It has come to my attention that a portion of the virus that has put Gotham into the quarantine is present on the island, so to avoid running the risk of putting all of you in mortal danger, and since none of you inmates are going anywhere anyways, I have decided to shut down Arkham Asylum until further notice."

Joker couldn't believe what he had just heard. "If he's serious... he deserves to be in this cell more than I do!" He laughed loudly and it echoed through the halls. His cackles stopped as he heard a buzzer and his cell door opened. He looked at it quizzically, and a very wide smile covered his face. He stood up and walked out of his confinement space. "Clown about town! AHAHAHAHA!"

"Wait for me Mistah J!" Harley playfully shouted as she ran up to him and took his hand. He didn't mind, today was one of the days he liked her.

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Jeremiah watched from the safety of his office as all the unstable mentals Batman and the police had rounded up over time walked out of the front door. The super-villains were the only ones left since they all took the time to go and retrieve their things and getups. Joker was wearing his suit and his laughter could easily be heard. On his arm was Harley in her very revealing outfit. Scarecrow now looked like his namesake, and Jeremiah guessed that the only remotely normal looking inmate was really Clayface disguising himself to avoid unwanted attention. Riddler casually walked next to Joker on the opposite side of Harley talking about nothing but sheer maniacal nonsense wearing his green sports coat purple tie, tinted glasses, and fingerless gloves, green bowler hat, and was holding his question mark cane twirling it around his fingers.

None of them knew it but the real reason Jeremiah had let them out was because all the employees who had become sick... had died. Every single one of them. So the possibly crazy Jeremiah let everyone off the island to run rampant because he thought that if everyone on the island and in the asylum died from the same virus, people would believe that he was the one who had released it in an attempt to get rid of all of Gotham's insane killers but his plan had gotten out of hand, and the only one to blame for the quarantine, and the hell they were now in, would be him.

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Two-Face was standing over a starving woman who was begging him to give her a piece of the food his men had taken right after the crate had landed. With the Penguin apparently on the other side of the world, the competition for getting a rather illicit profit was, at the moment, mostly between Two-Face and Black Mask. She was so thin her ribs were clearly visible, and her clothes looked like they hadn't been washed in a year.

He gave a response to her pleas by pulling out his signature coin and held it out in front of her face so that she was looking at the unmarked side. "I give you a warm meal." He turned it around so that she could see the 'bad' side. "My men break your legs."

Before she could even respond he flipped it high into the air. He caught it in his right palm, which he then slapped onto the back of his left hand. He slowly lifted his right hand to reveal the outcome.

"Enjoy your dinner miss."

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Mercer stood on a very high rooftop looking at the city. Despite being put in complete isolation, Gotham didn't seem to be showing any major signs or incidents like Manhattan had. He hadn't found a single Hive, Evolved, or even a walking corpse. The only sign of the virus he saw was a high bodycount. That told him that Waller hadn't yet gotten her slimy hands on Redlight yet, or was just waiting for the right moment to unleash it.

"Alex Mercer," a voice from behind him said. He slowly turned his body around to see a woman standing not ten feet from him. He couldn't figure out how she had gotten there without him noticing. Everything she was wearing was black, and some of the material covered the lower half of her face. Her dark hair was tied back into one long braid What caught his attention was the sword in her hand.

"Who wants to know?" he asked forming his claws on both arms. One sword wouldn't last long against eight indestructible talons.

"I bring a message from the great Rā's Al Ghūl, leader of the League of Assassins. You have the power and potential to change the world for the greater good, and he wants to meet with you face to face."

He didn't see any harm in that. "Where can I find him?"

"He will find you." She put the sword back into the scabbard on her back, and disappeared over the ledge of the roof. He walked over to where she fell and looked over the edge to find that she was already gone.