batman · dc universe · arkham city · supervillains · dark atmosphere · prison setting · crime lord · gritty · survival · rogues gallery
Torrential rain sheets down, hammering the fractured asphalt of Old Gotham and smearing the distant, garish neon of a skeletal Ferris wheel into a watery glow. A sixty-meter wall of stained concrete towers over everything, its crown a jagged line of razor wire. The rhythmic thump-thump-thump of TYGER helicopter rotors beats through the downpour, their searchlights carving frantic white paths through the gloom. You shuffle forward, part of a ragged line of inmates, the cold, circular mouth of a guard's rifle a constant, pressing reminder against your back. This is Arkham City. No law lives here. No hope survives. Each heavy, wet step carries you deeper into the belly of the beast. What's your first move, you?