<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx21iqQT0C1qm38obo1_1280.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name:</strong>      Mr. Freeze, Nora Fries, the Freeze's Associates<br/><strong>Location:</strong>   Gothcorp<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>   Martian Manhunter,  Robin, Batman, Catwoman, Barbara Gordan<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>"<strong>So we have Barbara Gordon as a hostage over here, but looks like we're the last ones still up.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>So what do we do?</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>. . .I'm only seeing one option here.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Yeah,</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Let me see if I can disable the drones from here.</strong>" the hunched over nervous one starts typing on the laptop he has. How far would you go to save a loved one? Now they know, and hopefully the loved ones would understand.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>So what really stopped Victor Fries that day? The popular theory would always be that surrounded by three superheroes, a sidekick, and a sort of anti-hero of Gotham intimidated him into submission. But that wasn't the Truth. J'onn would sense it, Victor was ready to take them all on for Nora. Even had strategies building in his head, wings of the Hawkgirl as the Bat gets a grenade - work it in deep against the mind powers of what had to be the Martian, the plan could work. . .<br/><br/>But J'onn - the mind link - maybe there was some sort of connection or the sympathy lead to something happening unconscious. Maybe, maybe, maybe - who knows the truth?<br/><br/>Victor just knows that for a moment he was back on that frozen lake long ago. Nora was there, a frozen princess of the ice now looking like she was sickly, dying, and frozen solid but a smile on her face with open eyes like she was still in the chamber but outside of it. And he was there, with his cryobiology with cells constantly on the edge of freezing but with chemicals in his bloodstream keeping them back for, his lips and eyelids having pieces of them frozen off and what's left glowing blue from the unnatural compounds that have to be injected constantly into skin and arms often black with frostbite.<br/><br/>And they looked at each other on that frozen lake, feeling none of the cold they should be, and they know that they're out of reach of each other. For now. And the frozen people share a smile. A reassurance passing between the two of them, a silent promise that didn't need to be said. The one thing they had in abundance now, was Time. Maybe at the moment they couldn't physically touch but the slow dance they shared now, though could share for as long as some chemicals were kept in certain balances. Weeks, Years, Decades, Centuries - Time is one thing they had more then enough of now.<br/><br/>And in the real world, the moment passes and Victor smiles under the glass and ice.<br/><br/>"<strong>Alright, I'm standing down. Deactivating the drones, the hostages - they're yours to deal with. Including the ones I've intimidated and blackmailed into working for me.</strong>"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"<strong>What did Freeze just say?</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Did he . . . </strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>He's saying we're hostages too, he's taking the fall for all of us. So we can go back to our loved ones instead of to jail, but what about him and that wife of his?</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>I don't know, but I wonder - we have freezers to preserve meat, right?</strong>" the nerdy one offers and the other "hostages" among the hostages start to openly ponder. Barbara Gordon overhears it all easily. Obviously Victor's last part is a great big whopper of a lie, but what happens next is a question everyone is going to have to answer.