<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/>The man with the Heart of Ice had brought with him an army of men and women with Hearts like Tigers. But Batman had it right. Oh, there were a few ex-military, a few security guard types but overall they were extreme amateurs. They only made it this far from having numbers, some good planning on their side, and something to fight for. The scene was chaos, none of them even realize that they're being separated from the hostages on purpose until its too late.<br/><br/>An the man with the Heart of Ice, the assault on his mind taking its toll. Why was it suddenly hard to think straight? He raised his weapon at the man who called him by name, the Batman, and. . .no, the chamber. Nora. It. Who. Nora. Why can't he concentrate?<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Barbara's particular captors - the 5 of them in that room with the secondary hostages - huddle around a commlink with their guns raised, listening to the fight. The good news was that it sounded like the heroes combined were absolutely trouncing their side. It didn't look good for them.<br/><br/>"<strong>Jesus, fuck - what do we do?</strong>" asks the youngest one. He looked like he was actually younger then Babs. A college kid, maybe?<br/><br/>"<strong>Shut up, kid. That could mean a lot of things from how its sounding.</strong>" says another with an eyepatch.<br/><br/>Then they hear it. That voice. Batman's voice - and even the ones who've never heard it directly knew it was Batman's voice.<br/><br/>"<strong>Ah man.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Shut up and think. Looks like our guys upstairs our out, including Freeze. What do we do?</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>It's worse then that,</strong>" the lady that needed a cane to walk adds, pointing to Babs, "<strong>Facial Recognition got a hit. She's Barbara Gordon.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Who?</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>The Daughter of the Police Commissioner.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Ah <em>man</em>.</strong>"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Dreaming a little Cryogenic Coma Dream, Nora had been at the level of anyone else dreaming - like a sort of mental bottle at sea bobbing up and down from even the vaguest hint reality. Just a quiet dream about a girl who went out ice skating with her college friends and ending up meeting a boy. She knew it wasn't the first time it happened, she couldn't say how much it had been replayed - but it felt like that first moment every time it replays.<br/><br/>This time it was different. Maybe on some level she knew this was just a dream, but with J'onn here that part rose up to the surface. And everything else seemed less "real" as a result. J'onn even sees what Victor looked like before the accident with his brown hair and glasses and owning just enough grace on the ice that he wasn't falling over. Like he had ice skated before, but would never actually be good at it. Now in the dream he seemed more real then anything else but he was still in black-and-white and grainy like an old television program. Nevermind, scratch that - the Dream-Victor loses his balance and spills across the ice almost comically.<br/><br/>Nora, on the other hand, well- the pretty blonde's mental self just starts calmly skating circles around around J'onn. Not to be rude so much as to keep trying to enjoy the dream. She might be the most coherent she'll of been for months but she was still dreaming.<br/><br/>"<strong>Glad to meet you, J'onn J'onzz. Sorry about not stopping, I'm asleep.</strong>" she says with a smirk. Skating seems to be part of her identity somehow. A few memories and mists of the mind suggest at one point there were the serious dreams of an olympic hopeful but that was before she got sick.<br/><br/>"<strong>Its funny, really. I was worried that being asleep so long that I might lose the ability to tell the difference between being asleep and being awake - but really, its no more difficult then when I sleep normally. Victor did say my body would know. Then again, I have no idea how long its been.</strong>" she says, she trying not to think about it? Yes, J'onn picks that up. She knows and believes she's not dead because she trusts Victor - right now the one thing in the whole world she's afraid of is that she'll be, or has been, under for so long that Victor won't be there when she finally gets to wake up. Victor's mind is says it's been about 8 months, but Nora has no way to mark the passage of time.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"<strong>This is bullshit! These rich fuckers kill our families and they don't do shit, but we try to get some fuckin' Justice and they bring down 5 capes on us? Bullshit!</strong>" calls out an angry young stuck in the hardened foam Batman was tossing around.<br/><br/>There, something for Victor to concentrate on. Don't make this about yourself, make this about Nora. And young Johnny over there, a gangbanger trying to hide the fact that he's a scared little boy with a dying mother. A twin girl whose identical twin was a form of cancer she shouldn't have. A middle aged man whose losing a 4 year old son.<br/><br/>Somewhere between the Icy Neurochemistry and Nora's dreaming and the Anger of it all, the Will of Victor Fries manages to slip from Martian's mind attack just a little bit.<br/><br/>Pointing to the hostages and settling on the tied, bound, gagged Boyle sitting on the stage, he speaks words that pierce the fog with the sheer hate the robotic voice of the armor somehow manages to get across, "<strong>Make. Them. Stand. Down. First.</strong>"