( @sxbzero )
The officeâs silence would be shattered by a sharp exhale from the district attornâ former district attorney. Even though it was significantly late in the night, the blinds were kept shut & only the dimmest lamp was switched on. Thatâs how he liked it these days. There was no need to discern or fight his natural impulses.Â
He could just be how he was created; molded by his parents the common injustices of the world.Â
& it tormented him.
The pain was hardly noticeable anymore. By all means, it was nearly the least of his worries & more like a bugging, nagging ache on the left side of his body. So the coin flipped in his palm. Again, & again. & again. & then the Ice-Man appeared.Â
The coin stopped flipping.Â
âVictor,â Harveyâs eyes casted up towards the cryo-suited man. Even still, he kept half of himself hidden in shadow. âWhat brings you here?âÂ
Unlike the broken man before him, Victorâd had quite a considerable time to adjust to the chill flowing through his veins. Though, by no means, had he gained satisfaction or a level of contentment for the way things were. In due course, heâd come to appreciate the sheer irony that the very formula heâd produced to save Nora was now within him - bonding them eternally in some twisted act of fate. If you believed in that sort of thing, course. For, he certainly didnât. And, he certainly hadnât experienced a significant burn of emotion since the day Noraâd been frozen.
âYou made me a promise, Dent.â Cold words. Blunt. Void of precious emotion - the warmth of his former life. Though, by no means, malicious. âThe formula - have your men secured it?â









