An entire ecosystem decorated what remained of the hotel lobby as he entered. Plants that resembled their prehistoric counterparts littered the floor, the leaves the size of televisions.

Rusted rebar stuck out from the disintegrated remains of what used to be the floor a level above. Some vines flailed limply above his head, while others slithered across the thick canopy above. The larger vines remained immobile, a bright green emitting from their bodies almost like radiation as they plugged into the ceiling.

As the Boy Wonder began wandering throughout the living, breathing ecosystem, he noticed six man-sized cocoons slumped against the wall to both his left and right. The cocoon was shaped like the mouth to some horrifying beast, two slimy jaws containing the person within.

Walking up to one cocoon, he made out a Penguin thug currently inside, his eyes glossed over with his skin slightly pigmented green.

"And I thought Grundy was the only zombie in Arkham City," he remarked out loud, before turning to the center of the room, where Ivy was most certainly located.

"Don't be shy, Boy Wonder! You'll be joining them soon enough!" came a seductive yet sinister voice in front of him.

Instinctively, he twirled around with a shuriken drawn on one hand. Narrowing his eyes, he continued to hold the shuriken in his fingers as entire boulders of leaves right in front of him subsided, revealing the plant queen.

He reluctantly shelved the weapon as the leaves spread to their respective sides, revealing Poison Ivy, in all her floral beauty. Seated atop a throne made entirely of leaves, she yawned in a pose that was almost seamlessly attractive, stretching her arms out as if waking up from a pleasant nap.

Taking a step forward, he mentally prepared himself before his eyes glared up at the self-professed plant queen.

"Well, this is interesting," came her seductive purr, her voice eloquent and reassuring.

"I wait here all alone for the big bad Batman to show his pointy little ears, and instead he sends the Boy Blunder, his little errand boy," she sneered, her eyes resting playfully on the teenaged vigilante.

"Poison Ivy," he addressed her matter-of-factly.

"That's what everyone else calls me. What do you call me, little birdy?" she purred.

"Insane. Warped with delusions of grandeur. Those are just some of the things that come to mind," he answered sarcastically.

An irritable twinkle glimmered in her eyes for a moment, before it quickly disappeared, replaced by a distracting smile.

"A sense of humor? How cute," she remarked dryly.

"Thanks. I'd say the same about your fashion sense, or you know, lack thereof?" he smiled back, gesturing at her barely clothed appearance.

"You meat-sacks clothe yourself with the skin of my children, while I am an open book. My body is decorated by the names of my fallen children, and I am cleansed by the purity of Mother Nature. Unlike you humans, I do not hide who I truly am," she declared confidently, referring to her decorative tattoos as well as barely clad body.

"A delusional, completely psychotic eco-terrorist, who also wears leaves for woman's underwear?" he offered, to which she merely scoffed bemusedly.

Robin waited impatiently as she eventually returned her flirty glare to him.

"I am the product of the pollution that has poisoned the purity of Mother Nature for too long. The blight of mankind has corrupted this once beautiful world, but I will never allow the touch of man to contaminate my garden," she shot back, her words rolling off her tongue in an eloquent yet condescending drawl.

"Without my love and protection, these poor darlings would have nowhere else to go," she mused happily, a fledgling vine slowly wrapped around her forearm as she finished talking.

"Sure, nothing screams 'mommy loves you' more than an extra blanket of rotting corpses," he muttered under his breath, glancing at the mutated flora stirring to his right that seemed to be in the process of digesting something, or perhaps, someone.

"You're obviously here for a reason, little Robin," she purred, crossing her shapely legs and reclining back slightly on her throne with a sultry grin. "Do tell."

"Well, Batman had something more important than do so I'm here to tell you the bad news, Ivy. You're being evicted from Arkham City, permanently. It's time to go back home where you belong," he told her bluntly.

Predictably, her smug composure dissipated as his words sparked the rather unpleasant memories of her detainment at Arkham Asylum.

"You'd call that dreadful cell a home?" she cooed at him, her voice now lathered in sympathy.

"It's for your own good, and for the safety of everyone else in Gotham," he pointed out, crossing his arms. "It's either that, or the GCPD firebombs this place until you surrender anyways."

His ultimatum only incensed the plant queen, who pursed her lips angrily.

As if sensing her sudden change in body language, some of the vines draped over the ceiling began to descend down towards the Boy Wonder.

"Don't fear, my darlings. I won't let them hurt you again," she assured, causing the vines to halt their descent, but only for the moment.

"Not unless you force me to," Robin reminded her.

She patted the baby vine on its head reassuringly before turning back to Robin, a slightly indignant expression on her face.

"You're as arrogant as the Bat if you think I'll come willingly," she hissed angrily.

"That's why I brought this," he smiled cheerfully, reaching into his utility belt and brandishing his compact staff.

"See, there's two ways you're getting out of here. The easy way, or the fun way. Maybe not so fun for you, but choice is yours," he stated heroically, expertly twirling his staff around for emphasis.

"You're a long way from your nest, little birdy. My children will protect me, but as I can tell, the Bat isn't here to protect you. You need only ask yourself Robin, just how long do you think you can last in my world?" she taunted.

"Long enough to take you down," he countered simply, a statement that of course amused the seductress.

"So confident in his abilities. I love that in a man," she drawled in a sexy purr, her lips curling into a devilish grin. "I'll enjoy breaking you, lover boy."

"I doubt it, but I could definitely use the exercise," he answered quickly, surveying his hostile environment before cracking his neck eagerly. "Alright Ivy, your funeral."

"Well that's your opinion, Boy Wonder. Of course, you won't have much of an opinion once I'm through with you…" Her eyes remained on him for just a moment longer, before flickering above him.

"Boys, would you please come out for me?" she called out, her voice now sweet and motherly.

As if on cue, the six cocoons that surrounded Robin suddenly split wide open, her personal bodyguards awakened by her voice.

Much to his chagrin, a combination of Joker and Penguin thugs, as well as TYGER guards staggered out of their respective shells with the subtlety of the walking dead before surrounding him.

"Robin's hurt my feelings. Make him feel…apologetic," she commanded with a sly grin, flicking her fingers at him dismissively.

Mere seconds before engaging in combat, Robin closed his eyes, just as one of the Joker thugs aimed a wild haymaker right at the side of his head.

Count to five, inhale. Count to five, exhale.

Then, he opened his eyes.

Moving with the agility of a cat, Robin easily ducked the first criminal's futile blow aimed at his cowl.

He responded with a swift fist to the solar plexus before winding him with a gut punch. Now grasping the staff with both hands, he brought it down hard on the back of the Joker thug's lowered head, knocking him down.

Seconds after the thug hit the ground, Robin instinctively threw himself on his back just as the second Joker thug lunged at him from behind.

He then nimbly used his palms to push himself up, but not before slamming both feet into the grunt's stomach in the process, sending him flying backwards.

Gracefully landing on his feet, he turned to the next victim, a TYGER guard who brandished a broken off wooden prank.

Smirking, he beckoned at the guard with one hand, and as expected, he ran right into Robin's next move.

Robin easily knocked the bat out of his hands with his staff, before swatting him hard on his cheekbone, sending him reeling.

Standing up straight, he almost nonchalantly stabbed behind him as another grunt tried to attack him from behind, only to receive a jab to the stomach for his efforts. As the TYGER guard doubled over, Robin extended the bo staff to its fullest length, right under his chin.

"Ugghh!" came his reply, as the staff exploded right underneath his chin, rattling his lower jaw and sending him staggering backwards.

He was then confronted by two Penguin thugs running at him from both sides, flooding his periphery.

Just as the first of the two started to punch at him, he quickly jabbed at his knee, causing the thug to yelp in pain before starting to drop down. The hero then jumped on his knee before kicking off his shoulder, launching himself into the air.

Maneuvering his body around in mid-air, he landed right atop the other Penguin thug, the aerial momentum being too much for the thug who crumped to the ground underneath him.

Planting his knee firmly on the now downed thug's chest, Robin slammed the hilt of his staff directly into his groin area, resulting in a pained yelp from the thug as he assumed the fetal position.

Returning his attention to the second Penguin thug, he sprang right back into action, lunging at the thug just as he started to regain balance in his leg.

No time wasted, Robin instinctively knocked the man's arm aside just as he swung at him, before mercilessly slamming the tip of his staff right between his pectoral muscles, hitting a critical "pressure point."

With that, the grunt winced hard before falling flat on his back.

As Robin continued to dismantle her bodyguards, Ivy observed the unfolding scene with growing interest, her curiosity hidden by a scowl.

The next TYGER guard may have given himself away completely by yelling at Robin, giving the Boy Wonder ample time to react as he swung at him.

Robin easily parried the fist with one of his own, his fingers closing around the grunt's fist. With that, he pivoted on his back foot, twirling around a complete rotation before nailing the mercenary with a spinning heel kick to the face.

The momentum behind his kick sent the guard twirling into a 360 of his own, before returning to Robin in a groggy stupor. Robin greeted him with a harsh gut kick to the stomach, causing him to kneel over.

But just before he could hit the ground, Robin raised his staff and quite emphatically slammed it into the base of his neck, resulting in a satisfying thud as the man's face met the floor.

He reared his staff back before thrusting it behind him, catching the previously recovering Joker thug right in the throat.

As he gagged and clutched at his throat, Robin quickly ended his misery with a well-aimed roundhouse to the face, downing him.

The final grunt, a TYGER guard, had armed himself with an assault rifle, a futile effort to say the least.

His ears pricking at the sound of fresh ammunition being loaded, Robin threw himself to the ground, rolling head over heels to cover the distance faster.

Springing up in front of him, the thug fumbled for the trigger, but Robin was simply faster, knocking the weapon away with his staff before grabbing him by the collar.

The Boy Wonder then landed a light head-butt right to his temple, dazing him. Robin then grabbed hold of his left arm and kicked both knees from under him, knocking him to the ground.

With both hands wrapped around his forearm, Robin easily twisting his arm clockwise, hyper-extending it at the shoulder. The thug howled with pain, before growing limp, the pain clearly too much for him.

Smiling from one corner of his mouth to the other, the tenacious Robin almost took his time while standing up, noticing Ivy's visible frown.

"Is that it? Gotta say Ivy, I was expecting an actual challenge," he mocked her heroically.

Her frown then dissipated into a knowing grin. "Your wish is my command, little birdy."

And with that, she snapped her fingers.

Instinctively bracing himself, he narrowed his eyes irritably as her serpentine vines dropped down from the ceiling. Sharp thorns coating their skin, the tips of their heads were seething mouths, teeming with razor-sharp teeth capable of cutting through metal, much less flesh.

"Afraid, little man?" she purred, noticing his slightly irritable expression.

"Not as much as you're gonna be," he countered, beckoning her forward.

"We'll see about that," she smiled, as the vines all lunged at him.