The snow fell in thick, heavy sheets over the walled-off nightmare of North Gotham. Inside Arkham City, the air tasted of salt, old blood, and frozen exhaust. Bruce Wayne—or rather, the Batman—perched atop the rusted gargoyle of the Solomon Wayne Courthouse, his cape snapping in the sub-zero wind.

"The cure is with Freeze," Batman replied, diving off the ledge.

He landed silently behind a group of Penguin’s "cobblepots" near the Museum. They were armed with heat-seeking thermal trackers, a gift from the black market. Batman didn't give them time to check the screens. He was a blur of gray and black—a smoke pellet burst, and then came the rhythmic thud-crack of bone against composite armor. In seconds, they were slumped in the snow.

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The snow fell in thick, heavy sheets over the walled-off nightmare of North Gotham. Inside Arkham City, the air tasted of salt, old blood, and frozen exhaust. Bruce Wayne—or rather, the Batman—perched atop the rusted gargoyle of the Solomon Wayne Courthouse, his cape snapping in the sub-zero wind.

"The cure is with Freeze," Batman replied, diving off the ledge. Batman Arkham City Game of the Year EditionBatm...

He landed silently behind a group of Penguin’s "cobblepots" near the Museum. They were armed with heat-seeking thermal trackers, a gift from the black market. Batman didn't give them time to check the screens. He was a blur of gray and black—a smoke pellet burst, and then came the rhythmic thud-crack of bone against composite armor. In seconds, they were slumped in the snow. The snow fell in thick, heavy sheets over