She will live, no matter the cost

Nora was the only good thing in my life... and they took her from me. I don't care what I have to do to get her back. |-independent Dr. Victor Fries/Mister Freeze RP blog

[vigilantehacktavist]

coldrageandwarmlove

“Hey, it’s Captain Ice-bowl.”

[coldrageandwarmlove]

“That’s Mr Freeze, to you, young man.” he grumbled with a cold voice. “Or it’s a foolish way to say you want to die.” he added while he was taking his gun.

[vigilantehacktavist]

“I have to say.. interesting armor.” He said, arms crossed over his armored chest. “Would be a shame if something… broke on it.”

[coldrageandwarmlove]

He frowned and then, smirked:” Can I suppose you don’t follow the Golden Bat Rules about killing?” 

[vigilantehacktavist]

“No. But the rules don’t say I can’t beat you close to death.” He said, pulling a five-seven from his back. “Starting with the fucking glass fishbowl on your head.”

[coldrageandwarmlove]

“Why would you do it, now ? I didn't kill  someone and I committed no crime toward the Gotham society, today, at least. Or do you want to beat anyone labelled villains in order to stay in denial about your own psychotic tendencies ?” he replied while he focused on his adversary, thinking about the better way to stop him quickly.

[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

“Well it’s high past time they made it legal.”

[coldrageandwarmlove]

He had learned the news with a solid indifference at first. He was neither gay nor homophobic, but he had other concerns.

“Of course.” he answered with his usual monotone voice. “That’s a shame for a democratic state whose  put first liberty to claim so late that one of its minorities can have one right because of its sexual orientation. Otherwise, I must to admit I am not sure this minority will cease to be oppressed one day.” he said aloud

. 

[vigilantehacktavist]

coldrageandwarmlove

“Hey, it’s Captain Ice-bowl.”

[coldrageandwarmlove]

“That’s Mr Freeze, to you, young man.” he grumbled with a cold voice. “Or it’s a foolish way to say you want to die.” he added while he was taking his gun.

[vigilantehacktavist]

“I have to say.. interesting armor.” He said, arms crossed over his armored chest. “Would be a shame if something… broke on it.”

[coldrageandwarmlove]

He frowned and then, smirked:” Can I suppose you don’t follow the Golden Bat Rules about killing?” 

[coldrageandwarmlove]

"Victor? Please talk to me. Batman asked me to come here, telling me that you hadn't eaten for a month. Please....tell me what's wrong, darling."

Batman was sometimes a pain in the neck.Victor should have foreseen that he would not stop until he win their debate, even by using Nora.Batman’s plan was both logical and ironical since Victor began his own plan in order to protect her, to free her from himself.

“Nothing, my love. I am fine.” Victor said, a weak smile put in his parched lips, on his sickly bluish-white face. His cheeks were sunken, making his face looking like a living skull. His body had became painfully thin, his orange clothes highlighting his skeletal frame. His big pale hand touched the glass between him and Nora.

“I missed you. How are you?"he asked with love and affection in his icy blue eyes, looking like broken glass.

[coldrageandwarmlove]

He thought he could bear Nora’s sadness, but it was a lies he had said to himself. He felt more guilty and miserable in front of Nora’s face, in front of her sadness and her shock. Why was it so hard to make the right choice, to free her? He didn’t care about his own pain; Nora’s hurt him beyond beliefs.

“Do you think it’s so easy? Do you think I don’t prefer to be with you, to live with you? Am I enjoying my near death? No, Nora. Death is probably the end, but I will always be a prisoner of a world I can see but never touch. Don’t talk me about to live as a free man; it’s beyond impossible to me. My life is destroyed, but I don’t want your life to be as ruined as mine.” he stated with determination. However, he listened her, mostly because he was aware of the sufferance of grieving a loved one; he knew how everything seemed empty and how it affected you deeply, how it felt like to be sad in your soul, to be angry for being the survivor, to remind every happiest moment while walking alone on empty streets, to be haunted by thousand ghostly joyful faces, thousand ghostly hands and being unable to hold them, to be isolated and alone in a world merciless where anybody doesn’t care about your loss.

He knew it perfectly and even if Nora was stronger than him, could he put her into this pitiable state? Could he let her to be unable to move some days because everything seems hopeless and pointless without the loved one? He imagined tears on her pale face, he imagined alone in their home, her hand touching the glass, without anybody able to touch the other side. He imagined Nora folded on herself, without anybody to comfort her and to hug her. He sighed deeply: I am more horrible that I thought I was. I almost put you into a terrible fate, my love. He said aloud. I am sorry, I…

His voice broke because how to say his level of sadness and his own desolation. Every words sounded false and clumsy, emptier each others. “want… me… die…fin-” he put his face in his hands, unable to confront Nora, Nora and her concern, Nora and her beautiful blues eyes tarnished by apprehension and concern, by fear and despair because of her egoist husband. His body was shook up by slight convulsions and he could felt frozen tears on his face. He felt sick.

“Sorry…” he barely articulated, removing his face from his hands. He was always unable to see Nora’s face. “Without doubt a stress reaction mixed with my current state… It hasn’t happened for a long time.” He took control of himself and his voice and his body. His glance focalised  on the hand on the glass. God, how he would like to touch her, for real, not this pale substitute of a physical contact, but a true touch. He didn’t touch her hand, instead he breathes softly, in order to prevent another crisis.

“Wayne’s offer is an interesting proposition, I think too.” We could work together, we could live together and we could be together. “Nevertheless, Wayne… could be… do you remember Ferris Boyle? How he was so much praised by people? I don’t want it to happen again. Especially if you risk being in.” he said.

“I…”

He struggled for say what he thought, mostly because it was another act of weakness. However, he talked to his wife and she needed to know (and with luck, she would be so much disgusted by his weakness that she would leave him, a part of him was thinking)

“I don’t want to be a slave again.”

[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

This was heartbreaking.

Nora was on the verge of opening her mouth when he spoke the first few sentences before seeing his face. Seeing it become lost in all the what-ifs that would be real if he died. How she would be left to wander in a haze of simply looking at others and forever being cut off from the sunlit warmth of their joy, how she would soon move to grieving, unending tears with no hands to change the tides and calm the seas of grief, how she would spend days simply curled in on herself like a newborn baby, unable to properly function because her heart would be burning and ripping and tearing and bleeding with pain that could never be locked away or bottled up.

And every expression on his face was now reflecting those pains like a mirror for one moment before shattering under the weight of their horrors. His elaborate speeches reduced to spitting out words like a pianist frantically slamming the keys to find a note, any note that would bring their piece to life. 

And then giving up, Victor’s head in his skeletal hands, the lack of food and conviction on his suicide shaking and sickening him to the very core of himself that had almost been reduced to shambling bones.

Nora gently kept her own hand there.

“I’m here now, Victor. I’m here and I love you.”

Her voice was caring and understanding now, with the same empathetic smile and grace that had once helped him, long ago.

His weakness did anything except disgust or enrage her. She knew so well that no-one could be strong forever. Wasn’t that what he taught her? Not to lock away her bad feelings, to cry them out and talk to him and ask him for comforting cradles and kisses? It was only natural she’d want to do the same for him/

“I know. I am scared of being a slave again as well. But we both know better now. And if we feel that something isn’t right, we’ll both look into it. I won’t let anyone else hurt you like that again. I promise.”

Her voice was as soft as whisper now, as sweet and gentle as songbirds, hoping that it would at least give him something resembling comfort.

“Do you want me to come visit you every week? I can do that, it won’t be any problem for me.”

And he so needed her company to help him out of this stage, to give him the hope he so needed now.

[coldrageandwarmlove]

He felt comforted by Nora’s voice and words, more than usual. He missed it, aside other beautiful moments. She vowed to protect him and he knew it was not a vain promise. She was as obstinate as her own husband. He smirked at these moments where her eyes were filled with unlimited will. Now, she looked only worried and sad, because of him, of course, as usual. He promised to himself that it was going to change. 

“It would be good to see you, Nora, if it doesn’t bother you.” He answered, trying to put as much tenderness as he could into his voice. “But please, don’t feel obliged; I don’t want to be a burden to you.” Nevertheless, he wanted to see her more than he actually could as a prisoner, he wanted to see her as much as all normal husbands could do. It was impossible in the current present, but maybe later. He would work with her by his side. It sounded as a dream. “I will… try my best to change, my love. I promise you. I will never worry you again.”

[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

Her sadness and concern for him was only natural. He had been through so much, fought so hard for her sake and to see him reduced to this was painful for her and a smile crept onto her face when she noticed the despair in his face turn into a smirk between his fingers. No doubt remembering all the times she relied on her determination to drag them through hard times.

"Seeing you will be anything, but a burden, darling. And you especially will need it after this.”

Her smile grew wider and more nostalgic at his promise. He would always make promises like this and he would try so very hard to keep them, even if they were impossible in practice.

“Thank you. But please remember that I feel worried about you because I care. I want you to be happy and in good health as well.”

[coldrageandwarmlove]

“And so I want it to you, my love. But it seems difficult to think that you can be happy with a husband as a… mutant. I am sorry for it, again.” He said without tone. “However… I will remember your feelings for me. It will help me, be sure about it.” 

[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

She solemnly nodded her head.

What he spoke was true, most people would have left Victor the moment they found out. But she couldn’t. Not when she was the one in the hospital bed, suffocating through an oxygen mask begging him to give her better, not when she had coughed and spat up blood to build the device which soon became her coffin for five years. Not when she had seen, so very clearly and certainly, the grief and rage that forever fuelled him on to this point.

No, she understood. She understood perfectly well the nature of his sacrifices, both tender and grotesque. And because of that, she would stay with him, do all she could to help him.

“I know why you’d think that, but please remember…I will stay with you until the bitter end. That is a promise.”

And she kept her promises.

[coldrageandwarmlove]

He was unable to abandon her now, to set her free as his sick mind had thought his suicide attempt. He still felt miserable and unworthy of Nora’s love, compassion and kindness; but he had always failed to resist her, mostly because he had not wanted to.

She had brought love, joy and hope in his desperately empty life. She had suffered more than he had. He felt exhausted but determined, not exactly, as he was when he thought about dying. He had a chance to live with Nora, maybe Koonak as well. They were his beautiful and wonderful wife, his tiny and adorable boy, his family. Everything he needed, he vowed, every day of his life.

“I promise myself to...” the words escaped from his mouth before he has finished thinking. “overcome my... pessimism.” He preferred this word to “bitterness” or “suicidal tendencies”. “We will be happy.” He said, because he wanted to focus on the future, a brighter future. “together.”

[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

(sorry no sorry) i am loving your deoxyribonucleic ASSETS.

“And I love yours.”

Her tone and the subsequent laughter was light and playful, but filled with relief instead of malice. It was so good to hear her husband joke like this again, to make her laugh after years of separation and suffering.

“Thank you, darling. I…I haven’t laughed like that in years.”

[coldrageandwarmlove]

He felt awkward for some seconds before she finally laughed. For a moment, he had  seemed to be again the young man he once was, before dating Nora, when the word family was a sinister synonymous for abandonment and abuse, without comfort and joy. Victor smiled tenderly at Nora. “I haven’t heard someone laughing at my jokes in years, Nora. No without explanation. Koonak isn't very good for scientist jokes like this one.”

[vigilantehacktavist]

coldrageandwarmlove

“Hey, it’s Captain Ice-bowl.”

[coldrageandwarmlove]

“That’s Mr Freeze, to you, young man.” he grumbled with a cold voice. “Or it's a foolish way to say you want to die.” he added while he was taking his gun.

[infinite-xerath]

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[moonoverbourbon-archive-deactiv]

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[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

❤ (with a little note where you can read : for my beloved wife I will always love)

"Victor, I….-"

She felt tears of joy creep up into her eyes when her fingers traveled all over the box wrapped in silver cellophane that shimmered under the lights, the note in beautiful cursive writing looping the reassurance that she was loved and loved eternally.

She looked back at Victor. 

Still so very thin and frail, the skin stretching and straining to cover up bones abandoned callously by disappearing muscles, eyes that still looked like a blue jumble of broken glass.

"Why don’t we share these?"

[coldrageandwarmlove]

His smile was stronger than usual when he saw her reaction and his eyes became brighter, more alive than a month ago. “Your hypothesis is very much probable, my love. Especially since chocolate is a strong reminder of better times.” Even if his voice was mostly cold, he looked both pleased and playful which make a bizarre contrast for strangers. Fortunately, Nora could be used to his mechanical voice. Victor looked at the box and Nora’s hand on it.

“Always.” He said to her question. “I propose you begin to eat, since I bought it to you and then, I will eat. So, it will be a pleasant experiment. If it works, maybe we could make… another, if it doesn’t bother you?”

[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

She grinned and immediately got to work on the box, practically tearing the cellophane off with her bare fingers in eagerness.

What was left in her lap was a simple white box that betrayed no real brand in particular, and when she carefully opened it, she grinned to find a different array of dark chocolate truffles, each with a different sweetness. Her favourite chocolate dessert, just for her.

She carefully picked one, her fingers feeling the fine dusting of cocoa catch onto the skin and took a small bite into it, the powder sticking to her lips, turning into a wet coating near the edges.

And oh, it was…undescribable. The sweetness of it was euphoric, but most of all nostalgic and every moment she had of the making these treats with him came rushing and bouncing back and she couldn’t hold back the brown-stained grin, nor the sparks that started dancing in her eyes.

"They taste incredible! Oh, you need to have them, Victor!"

[coldrageandwarmlove]

He felt nothing, but deep joy at Nora’s enthusiasm and pleasure. Despite his still wan face, thin body and certitude to feel anything, Victor took one dark chocolate truffles, he managed to slowly smile at Nora. As expected, the chocolate didn't taste as it had used a long time ago. Instead, Victor smelled the texture, how it melted in his mouth, but he understood that he was obliged to concentrate himself a bit in order to find the taste in his memory. 

He remembered a day where he has taken a break at his job, where he has invited Nora at a coffee shop for giving her these same chocolates they shared. He remembered the chocolate flavor and Nora's pleasure, the beautiful place and the comfortable silence between them, how he has taken gently her warm hand, as he actually did, now.

"It's... nice, my love. You win." he said without mockery and with honestly. The more he ate these chocolate truffles, the more he remembered the taste, even if it was a ghostly remembering. "Another hypothesis about my condition, my love? Or about anything else, my love?" His tired eyes were now brighter, almost joyful. He loved to do science with Nora, even these kind of childish plays.

[coldrageandwarmlove]

"And so I do." he stated. 

[escalaregalia]

"What help are you to Nora dead, Victor?"

[coldrageandwarmlove]

"She can have a life without me. She can have a life that she deserve without the frozen monster her husband had become. She can be happy, more than she would be with me by her side. She deserve to be happy, Batman."he said with a mix of coldness and sadness in his voice.

[coldrageandwarmlove]

He almost smirked. "Should we talk about your ultimate goal? To save a city at any cost? I guess how much it must cost to be Batman. Have you ever thought about yourself, humanitarian?" he said, his last word filled with both irony and amusement.

[escalaregalia]

"I do — all the time." he replied. "But I am no humanitarian."

[coldrageandwarmlove]

"And so I do." he stated. 

[scarletwitcheries]

[sidestuiff]

Leave 'Lived long enough to become the villain' to get a glimpse of my muse being a villain.

[thehouseofivo]

Alternatively, leave ‘Had a change of heart’ to see my muse become the hero.

[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

headcanon: Victor, as victim of both physical and emotional abuse and ancient teacher or wanting to be teacher, is really disturbed by Harry Potter and how Rowling handled some topics (but yeah, child trauma and teachers things mostly because wow)

((So much this, jesus.

Nora would be horrified as well)

[coldrageandwarmlove]

((I think about how Victor would react at being called Snape or Voldy and then, dscovering them while reading the books. 

It's pretty hilarous. ))

[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

❤ (with a little note where you can read : for my beloved wife I will always love)

"Victor, I….-"

She felt tears of joy creep up into her eyes when her fingers traveled all over the box wrapped in silver cellophane that shimmered under the lights, the note in beautiful cursive writing looping the reassurance that she was loved and loved eternally.

She looked back at Victor. 

Still so very thin and frail, the skin stretching and straining to cover up bones abandoned callously by disappearing muscles, eyes that still looked like a blue jumble of broken glass.

"Why don’t we share these?"

[coldrageandwarmlove]

He was amazed by both Nora’s surprise and joy. It was always wonderful to please her, despite everything had happened to them throughout their darkest years. However, something sounded weird as she stopped while she was talking. 

“Yes, love?” he asked, almost edgy because of his own anxiety. Her query made him calmer and relaxed immediately. “We could, if you want. Nevertheless, because of my desensitization, it will be a waste since I cannot appreciate food anymore.”

[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

She felt a sharp, sting in her heart as she remembered: the cold had numbed his ability to taste, he most likely wouldn’t be able to enjoy the chocolates, or any sort of food for that matter, and she looked… defeated.

But then, he just stopped trying to starve himself to death. He needed to recover, to learn how to try and eat and approach food the way he used to, before all of this happened.

"I’m sorry. I just thought we might do this to help you recover. After what happened in the past month…"

She gently reached out a gloved hand to gently touch his face with the backs of his fingers, still feeling a small weight of guilt in her chest.

[coldrageandwarmlove]

“Don’t worry, Nora.”

 He said once he realized how much she must feel guilty. She wanted to please him and he thanked her by complaining. He touched her cheek gently. 

“I am the one who should be sorry. Despite my condition, I can maybe remember the taste of chocolate. I use… some placebo effect in order to force me to eat. It works for 51 % of the food. It’s worth to note that this statistic can be flawed; Arkham’s cook is not a really good one, according to many and his… production looks far away identifiable. In conclusion, I should eat these chocolate for seeing if it works or not. For hum scientific purpose. ”

 he said with an embarrassed face and an awkward smile. 

[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

Nothing lifted her spirits quite like Victor revealing his scientific nature, and even without the shy, bashful way in which he said it, the statistic itself was reassuring: the fact that half the time he could taste half the horrendously cooked rations the chef mad reassured her that there was a high chance this mutual experiment worked.

She beamed, her teeth flashing in her grin.

"I’ll join in on this experiment as well. My hypothesis is that, considering how effective this placebo effect is when dealing with Arkham rations, there is a much higher chance of enjoying these chocolates."

Her tone was light and playful enough to surprise herself. Even after all that they had been through, she hadn’t lost the desire for fun and laughter. In fact, she desired it more than ever and that was reassuring to her.

"Especially since you brought them for me."

She felt no shame in how playfully flirtatious her tone became. Victor knew, even enjoyed her teasing, joking way of flirting, and she felt it was more than past time that Victor saw that side of her again. 

She turned to the box that he had brought her and put her hand on it, more than ready to tear it off and start.

"Are you ready to experiment with me?"

[coldrageandwarmlove]

His smile was stronger than usual when he saw her reaction and his eyes became brighter, more alive than a month ago. “Your hypothesis is very much probable, my love. Especially since chocolate is a strong reminder of better times.” Even if his voice was mostly cold, he looked both pleased and playful which make a bizarre contrast for strangers. Fortunately, Nora could be used to his mechanical voice. Victor looked at the box and Nora’s hand on it.

“Always.” He said to her question. “I propose you begin to eat, since I bought it to you and then, I will eat. So, it will be a pleasant experiment. If it works, maybe we could make... another, if it doesn't bother you?”

[coldrageandwarmlove]

"Victor? Please talk to me. Batman asked me to come here, telling me that you hadn't eaten for a month. Please....tell me what's wrong, darling."

Batman was sometimes a pain in the neck.Victor should have foreseen that he would not stop until he win their debate, even by using Nora.Batman’s plan was both logical and ironical since Victor began his own plan in order to protect her, to free her from himself.

"Nothing, my love. I am fine." Victor said, a weak smile put in his parched lips, on his sickly bluish-white face. His cheeks were sunken, making his face looking like a living skull. His body had became painfully thin, his orange clothes highlighting his skeletal frame. His big pale hand touched the glass between him and Nora.

"I missed you. How are you?"he asked with love and affection in his icy blue eyes, looking like broken glass.

[coldrageandwarmlove]

He thought he could bear Nora’s sadness, but it was a lies he had said to himself. He felt more guilty and miserable in front of Nora’s face, in front of her sadness and her shock. Why was it so hard to make the right choice, to free her? He didn’t care about his own pain; Nora’s hurt him beyond beliefs.

“Do you think it’s so easy? Do you think I don’t prefer to be with you, to live with you? Am I enjoying my near death? No, Nora. Death is probably the end, but I will always be a prisoner of a world I can see but never touch. Don’t talk me about to live as a free man; it’s beyond impossible to me. My life is destroyed, but I don’t want your life to be as ruined as mine.” he stated with determination. However, he listened her, mostly because he was aware of the sufferance of grieving a loved one; he knew how everything seemed empty and how it affected you deeply, how it felt like to be sad in your soul, to be angry for being the survivor, to remind every happiest moment while walking alone on empty streets, to be haunted by thousand ghostly joyful faces, thousand ghostly hands and being unable to hold them, to be isolated and alone in a world merciless where anybody doesn’t care about your loss.

He knew it perfectly and even if Nora was stronger than him, could he put her into this pitiable state? Could he let her to be unable to move some days because everything seems hopeless and pointless without the loved one? He imagined tears on her pale face, he imagined alone in their home, her hand touching the glass, without anybody able to touch the other side. He imagined Nora folded on herself, without anybody to comfort her and to hug her. He sighed deeply: I am more horrible that I thought I was. I almost put you into a terrible fate, my love. He said aloud. I am sorry, I…

His voice broke because how to say his level of sadness and his own desolation. Every words sounded false and clumsy, emptier each others. "want… me… die…fin-" he put his face in his hands, unable to confront Nora, Nora and her concern, Nora and her beautiful blues eyes tarnished by apprehension and concern, by fear and despair because of her egoist husband. His body was shook up by slight convulsions and he could felt frozen tears on his face. He felt sick.

“Sorry…” he barely articulated, removing his face from his hands. He was always unable to see Nora’s face. “Without doubt a stress reaction mixed with my current state… It hasn’t happened for a long time.” He took control of himself and his voice and his body. His glance focalised  on the hand on the glass. God, how he would like to touch her, for real, not this pale substitute of a physical contact, but a true touch. He didn’t touch her hand, instead he breathes softly, in order to prevent another crisis.

“Wayne’s offer is an interesting proposition, I think too.” We could work together, we could live together and we could be together. “Nevertheless, Wayne… could be… do you remember Ferris Boyle? How he was so much praised by people? I don’t want it to happen again. Especially if you risk being in.” he said.

“I…”

He struggled for say what he thought, mostly because it was another act of weakness. However, he talked to his wife and she needed to know (and with luck, she would be so much disgusted by his weakness that she would leave him, a part of him was thinking)

“I don’t want to be a slave again.”

[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

This was heartbreaking.

Nora was on the verge of opening her mouth when he spoke the first few sentences before seeing his face. Seeing it become lost in all the what-ifs that would be real if he died. How she would be left to wander in a haze of simply looking at others and forever being cut off from the sunlit warmth of their joy, how she would soon move to grieving, unending tears with no hands to change the tides and calm the seas of grief, how she would spend days simply curled in on herself like a newborn baby, unable to properly function because her heart would be burning and ripping and tearing and bleeding with pain that could never be locked away or bottled up.

And every expression on his face was now reflecting those pains like a mirror for one moment before shattering under the weight of their horrors. His elaborate speeches reduced to spitting out words like a pianist frantically slamming the keys to find a note, any note that would bring their piece to life. 

And then giving up, Victor’s head in his skeletal hands, the lack of food and conviction on his suicide shaking and sickening him to the very core of himself that had almost been reduced to shambling bones.

Nora gently kept her own hand there.

"I’m here now, Victor. I’m here and I love you."

Her voice was caring and understanding now, with the same empathetic smile and grace that had once helped him, long ago.

His weakness did anything except disgust or enrage her. She knew so well that no-one could be strong forever. Wasn’t that what he taught her? Not to lock away her bad feelings, to cry them out and talk to him and ask him for comforting cradles and kisses? It was only natural she’d want to do the same for him/

"I know. I am scared of being a slave again as well. But we both know better now. And if we feel that something isn’t right, we’ll both look into it. I won’t let anyone else hurt you like that again. I promise."

Her voice was as soft as whisper now, as sweet and gentle as songbirds, hoping that it would at least give him something resembling comfort.

"Do you want me to come visit you every week? I can do that, it won’t be any problem for me."

And he so needed her company to help him out of this stage, to give him the hope he so needed now.

[coldrageandwarmlove]

He felt comforted by Nora’s voice and words, more than usual. He missed it, aside other beautiful moments. She vowed to protect him and he knew it was not a vain promise. She was as obstinate as her own husband. He smirked at these moments where her eyes were filled with unlimited will. Now, she looked only worried and sad, because of him, of course, as usual. He promised to himself that it was going to change. 

"It would be good to see you, Nora, if it doesn’t bother you.” He answered, trying to put as much tenderness as he could into his voice. “But please, don’t feel obliged; I don’t want to be a burden to you.” Nevertheless, he wanted to see her more than he actually could as a prisoner, he wanted to see her as much as all normal husbands could do. It was impossible in the current present, but maybe later. He would work with her by his side. It sounded as a dream. “I will… try my best to change, my love. I promise you. I will never worry you again.”

[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

Her sadness and concern for him was only natural. He had been through so much, fought so hard for her sake and to see him reduced to this was painful for her and a smile crept onto her face when she noticed the despair in his face turn into a smirk between his fingers. No doubt remembering all the times she relied on her determination to drag them through hard times.

"Seeing you will be anything, but a burden, darling. And you especially will need it after this."

Her smile grew wider and more nostalgic at his promise. He would always make promises like this and he would try so very hard to keep them, even if they were impossible in practice.

"Thank you. But please remember that I feel worried about you because I care. I want you to be happy and in good health as well."

[coldrageandwarmlove]

“And so I want it to you, my love. But it seems difficult to think that you can be happy with a husband as a... mutant. I am sorry for it, again.” He said without tone. "However... I will remember your feelings for me. It will help me, be sure about it." 

[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

❤ (with a little note where you can read : for my beloved wife I will always love)

"Victor, I….-"

She felt tears of joy creep up into her eyes when her fingers traveled all over the box wrapped in silver cellophane that shimmered under the lights, the note in beautiful cursive writing looping the reassurance that she was loved and loved eternally.

She looked back at Victor. 

Still so very thin and frail, the skin stretching and straining to cover up bones abandoned callously by disappearing muscles, eyes that still looked like a blue jumble of broken glass.

"Why don’t we share these?"

[coldrageandwarmlove]

He was amazed by both Nora’s surprise and joy. It was always wonderful to please her, despite everything had happened to them throughout their darkest years. However, something sounded weird as she stopped while she was talking. 

“Yes, love?” he asked, almost edgy because of his own anxiety. Her query made him calmer and relaxed immediately. “We could, if you want. Nevertheless, because of my desensitization, it will be a waste since I cannot appreciate food anymore.”

[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

She felt a sharp, sting in her heart as she remembered: the cold had numbed his ability to taste, he most likely wouldn’t be able to enjoy the chocolates, or any sort of food for that matter, and she looked… defeated.

But then, he just stopped trying to starve himself to death. He needed to recover, to learn how to try and eat and approach food the way he used to, before all of this happened.

"I’m sorry. I just thought we might do this to help you recover. After what happened in the past month…"

She gently reached out a gloved hand to gently touch his face with the backs of his fingers, still feeling a small weight of guilt in her chest.

[coldrageandwarmlove]

“Don’t worry, Nora.”

 He said once he realized how much she must feel guilty. She wanted to please him and he thanked her by complaining. He touched her cheek gently. 

“I am the one who should be sorry. Despite my condition, I can maybe remember the taste of chocolate. I use... some placebo effect in order to force me to eat. It works for 51 % of the food. It’s worth to note that this statistic can be flawed; Arkham’s cook is not a really good one, according to many and his... production looks far away identifiable. In conclusion, I should eat these chocolate for seeing if it works or not. For hum scientific purpose. ”

 he said with an embarrassed face and an awkward smile. 

[escalaregalia]

[coldrageandwarmlove]

blackcowledbat 

"For once in your life, think about yourself, Victor."

He almost smirked. "Should we talk about your ultimate goal? To save a city at any cost? I guess how much it must cost to be Batman. Have you ever thought about yourself, humanitarian?" he said, his last word filled with both irony and amusement.