You'd stumbled into the greenhouse, desperate to get away from the chaos of the streets. Arkham City was a mad house and a death trap.

You paid the flowers no attention, peering through the glass to make sure you hadn't been followed. At least, until a thorny vine wrapped around your neck and yanked you backward toward a towering, thorny hedge.

"You shouldn't have come here," Ivy said, sitting atop the hedge and watching you struggle.