His ribs ached from a run-in with Two-Face’s thugs, but pain was a luxury he couldn't afford. Protocol 10 was a countdown clock ticking in the back of Hugo Strange’s twisted mind, and the Joker was dying, dragging Batman down into the grave with him.
"You are late, Batman," Victor Fries emerged from the mist, his suit whining with hydraulic power. "The Joker’s thugs took Nora. Bring her back, or the cure dies with me." Batman Arkham City Game of the Year EditionBatm...
Batman looked at the shimmering blue vial locked behind reinforced glass. He had hours left. Maybe less. His vision blurred for a second—a symptom of the Joker’s poisoned blood. He saw a flash of a laughing face in the shadows, but it was just a hallucination. "I’ll find her," Batman promised. His ribs ached from a run-in with Two-Face’s
"The cure is with Freeze," Batman replied, diving off the ledge. "The Joker’s thugs took Nora