Sometimes the best of intentions can drive bad things.<br/><br/>"<strong>6th floor, clear.</strong>" spoke Security Guard Wallace Chance into the Walkie-Talkies. Of course, everyone got the night off except security- when there's nothing in the building really worth a damn that couldn't be protected just fine by just locking the door.<br/><br/>"<strong>Alright, move up to 11 Wally.</strong>"<br/><br/>His partner Security Guard Aaron Proctor wasn't having second thoughts about what he had to do next really, but he was feeling bad about it. The syringe he was palming had a purple fluid that was his part of the plan. A plan that if it went well meant some care for his son that he desperately needed, and had no chance in hell of affording. It wasn't a choice at all really. Aaron was told that the fluid was developed from some sort of freezing experiments, the idea was a tranquilizer that kept people asleep and comfortable even as they froze. Sounded like Sci-Fi but he went with the other part of what they said about it. If injected directly into the jugular would immediately put Wally into a short coma- 6 hours, maybe a day at the absolute most. He wouldn't feel a thing, but the strike had been precisely timed and co-ordinated. Time ticks away before the moment before he had to act. When the time came he didn't hesitate- and honestly if it meant his son would live he'd kill Wally in a heartbeat. Being a parent was like that. No, not even a moment's hesitation, but he did feel bad about it.<br/><br/>"<strong>Floor 6, Clear.</strong>" he said to a different walkie-talkie meant for someone else entirely. Something that had been rather busy lately. . .<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Dr. Victor Fries<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Mr. Freeze<br/><strong>Location:</strong>GothCorp, Basement Lounge<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The lights come on with the motion sensors in a small room with no windows. Just a few couches, a counter, a microwave, and a refrigerator. It's the evening, normally nobody would be here until the IT people show up in the morning.<br/><br/>But two women, one of them very pregnant, enter the room with their hands held up trying not to look back. The man who follows them in the room definitely has some sort of gun to their backs. In Gotham that usually meant something absolutely horrible was about to happen. This time however, the man was in some sort of powered armor and the gun was unlike anything the women had ever seen.<br/><br/>"<strong>Look, mister- I don't know what this is about but we have money.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>I don't want your money.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">Oh god, he's going to rape and kill us.</span></strong>" the pregnant one quietly panics.<br/><br/>"<strong>And there most certainly will be none of that. Lay out your cell phones and anything else you have that has internet access onto the counter.</strong>" the man with the Heart of Ice demands. The women, cowed into submission by fear, do as they are told.<br/><br/>"<strong>Alright- what else do you want?</strong>" asks the other woman present.<br/><br/>His answer is without words as he lowers his weapon at the pair of cell phones, a walkie-talkie, and a blackberry- pulling the trigger. What comes out of his gun isn't a bullet but what looks like some sort of bright beam of a pale blue energy. Instinct says to look away, when the ladies look back they see that their electronics are now in the middle of a block of ice about the size of a dinner platter.<br/><br/>"<strong>Stay away from the door when I leave.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>What if I go into labor?</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>You only look close to your due date because you're having twins, Charlene. And I'm not sure if Marsha here is pregnant but I do know she's been trying. It was either this or be injected with an experimental tranquilizer, one I honestly have no idea on the effects it has on pregnancies. You are both very welcome.</strong>" the man in the armor says dismissively, already turning to leave. Both the women are so stunned by those words that they only move to sit down as he closes the door behind him- then watch as it ices over quickly.<br/><br/>"<strong>How could he possibly know that?</strong>" Charlene says quietly, shocked but honestly happy to be alive.<br/><br/>"<strong>I don't know, I can count on one hand the people I told that me and my boyfriend are trying to have a baby. And it's only that high because I asked a few people for medical advise and . . .</strong>" she starts, then pauses. Suddenly she gets a look, like she just saw a ghost.<br/><br/>"<strong>What? What is it?</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Remember that researcher that died last December in the lab accident? The one with the sick fiancee?</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>. . .Oh my God.</strong>"