Bring HER back to me

"That chill running up your spine is hypothermia, courtesy of ----------------------- M I S T E R F R E E Z E" ---------------------- ((Indie Mister Freeze from Batman. This blog is open to OCs, crossovers, but not ships. Victor's raised hell for Nora, and that's not changing. No icons, gifs, or any material is mine, unless stated otherwise, nor is the character, who belongs to DC comics. Followback is glowingeyedmadman))

[tinglingupyourspine]

Hell's Not This Bad... ((Closed rp))

[tinglingupyourspine]

“…I am tempted to beat you, just for that knock on Miss Quinzel. But I risk losing good behavior privileges… So, for now, you remain untouched.” He leaned back against the walls, hands running over the small etchings he’d made, parts of his formulas, attempts and pieces of a greater whole… He’s memorized them like he’s memorized Nora’s movements across a stage.

[gothamslastlaugh-archive]

“Oh if anyone will do any knocking on Harls it’ll be me frosted flakes,” Joker gave an evil smile.

[tinglingupyourspine]

He was trying to rile him. He knew this, by and far, the clown feasted and grew enraptured in interpersonal conflict and agony. And yet, here he was, pulse pounding, ready to freeze his body, and punch through his chest cavity. "I will make myself clear, Joker. I do not wish to harm you, simply because it would interfere with my work. But I will not tolerate such a statement again. My rage is slow to boil, but you seem quite adapt at catalyzing the reaction."

[tinglingupyourspine]

Hell's Not This Bad... ((Closed rp))

[tinglingupyourspine]

“I can already feel my frigid blood vessels compacting into a slapdash aneurism to avoid you. But besides that…” Fingers strummed against glass, goggles remaining reflective as they adjust to view the pale… Man. “Unsuccessful. As per the norm.”

[gothamslastlaugh-archive]

“Aw. Well I’m sure you’ll get it slushie. Until then don’t go doing anything to those ice sculptures. Wouldn’t want you to hafta explain why your hoohah is caught in the ice!”

[tinglingupyourspine]

He resisted every urge to batter the bars aside and strangle him, forcing the human iceberg façade a bit longer. “I will remind you, clown, I have no desire for my Nora’s body. I wish her entirety, soul, heart, and mind, above all else.” He scoffed, a rebuttal occurring to him. “Besides, at least my creations, be they of or for Nora, actually work. Unlike some people’s ‘inventions’.”

[gothamslastlaugh-archive]

“Eh. They work pretty well. After all, I’m dating one of em!” he laughed.

[tinglingupyourspine]

"...I am tempted to beat you, just for that knock on Miss Quinzel. But I risk losing good behavior privileges... So, for now, you remain untouched." He leaned back against the walls, hands running over the small etchings he'd made, parts of his formulas, attempts and pieces of a greater whole... He's memorized them like he's memorized Nora's movements across a stage.

[tinglingupyourspine]

Hell's Not This Bad... ((Closed rp))

[tinglingupyourspine]

“I can already feel my frigid blood vessels compacting into a slapdash aneurism to avoid you. But besides that…” Fingers strummed against glass, goggles remaining reflective as they adjust to view the pale… Man. “Unsuccessful. As per the norm.”

[gothamslastlaugh-archive]

“Aw. Well I’m sure you’ll get it slushie. Until then don’t go doing anything to those ice sculptures. Wouldn’t want you to hafta explain why your hoohah is caught in the ice!”

[tinglingupyourspine]

He resisted every urge to batter the bars aside and strangle him, forcing the human iceberg façade a bit longer. "I will remind you, clown, I have no desire for my Nora's body. I wish her entirety, soul, heart, and mind, above all else." He scoffed, a rebuttal occurring to him. "Besides, at least my creations, be they of or for Nora, actually work. Unlike some people's 'inventions'."

[tinglingupyourspine]

Hell's Not This Bad... ((Closed rp))

gothamslastlaugh

The ICU of Arkham usually contained six particular patients, himself included. Victor himself deemed it good fortune that most of his fellow inmates in this cold hell had been absentees, particularly the clown. Fate, as it had in the past, decided that it was time for him to be unlucky again. The first indicator was, of course, the twisted laugh piercing the halls. “Oh God. Oh God, if you are there, you forsake me yet again…” He groaned, chalking another notch down in his cell. It’d be his last bit of work for some time, he could feel it…

[gothamslastlaugh-archive]

“Ah home sweet cell!” he chuckled as he looked around, “aw…no homecoming party? Such a shame,” he shook his head as his eyes fell on Victor, “oooo mister Fridge! How’s it going buddy!?” he laughed.

[tinglingupyourspine]

"I can already feel my frigid blood vessels compacting into a slapdash aneurism to avoid you. But besides that..." Fingers strummed against glass, goggles remaining reflective as they adjust to view the pale... Man. "Unsuccessful. As per the norm."

[tinglingupyourspine]

Hell's Not This Bad... ((Closed rp))

gothamslastlaugh The ICU of Arkham usually contained six particular patients, himself included. Victor himself deemed it good fortune that most of his fellow inmates in this cold hell had been absentees, particularly the clown. Fate, as it had in the past, decided that it was time for him to be unlucky again. The first indicator was, of course, the twisted laugh piercing the halls. "Oh God. Oh God, if you are there, you forsake me yet again..." He groaned, chalking another notch down in his cell. It'd be his last bit of work for some time, he could feel it...

[tinglingupyourspine]

[tinglingupyourspine]

Hearing no response, Victor assumed the other was plotting. The stalemate had begun, and neither party would move first. Of course, Victor had his suit, which gave some edge over nearly anyone that encountered him… But first, level the playing field. Lower enemy...

[tinglingupyourspine]

Victor slowly began to calm himself. By now, someone would have attacked. Turning the suit from its combat protocols to research, he began projecting his latest conundrum before him, flitting through the holographic equations and data. He paused for just a moment, just the briefest of moments, to pull an image of his beloved Nora forth, moving to the side. He worked better when she was nearby, in some way...

[tinglingupyourspine]

One arm reached out to caress his helmet, a smile on her face. "Hello, Victor."

He would remove his helmet, were he able to. But fate had said no. Instead, he responded with a gentle squeeze of her free hand. “Hello, my dearest Nora.”

[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

Nora’s smile turned into a grin and she gently raised herself on her toes to kiss his helmet where his cheek would have been in return for that squeeze. “How was today?”

Even if she got the same answer of ‘meaningless before you came’, she still wanted to check on him, wanted to make sure that he was all right and to know if he wasn’t.

And even if she was barred from touching him again because of what Boyle and her illness did to both of them, she accepted it. She accepted it and loved him for his sacrifices more than she hated his suit for separating them.

[tinglingupyourspine]

Usually, it was him metaphorically (although sometimes literally) banging his head against the wall. Reform can at prices he hated paying. But today, today was different, and her kiss, however intangible to him, meant so much… "For once, today has been progressive. I believe I’ve begun working on the first steps towards repairing my condition."

[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

Now, she was curious and delighted and it showed on her face. Whatever it was, however little progress was made…She could only imagine how painful on both levels his condition was to him, alive and aware and able to move, yet unable to feel a thing. 

Even if she had seen him smash beakers and tear apart papers out of simple rage and misery at what both of them had become, it was one thing to witness something and another to experience it.

"That’s…that’s amazing! What have you found out? How is it going to work? Is there anything I can do to help?" She almost had to restrain herself from jumping for joy

As a fellow scientist and simply herself, enthusiasm and curiosity were almost second nature to Nora.

[tinglingupyourspine]

Ah, the vigor and joy… It warmed him, deep within his chilly core, and made his agony all the more tolerable. He cleared his throat, holding back the revelation for now, but still smiling under his helmet. "I prefer to keep the explanation brief, but I believe that the chemicals that have transformed me into my current state are the same on a basic level to what molded Pamela into her plant state. The two are currently too different, but if I can sample then both and isolate the separate portions, I can find the original cocktail of genetic modifiers, and work backwards." He gripped her hands in his, confident and bright, a smile, a real smile on his face. “I may have the actual first steps to curing myself… And possible curing countless others across Gotham.”

[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

She nodded her head while he explained the procedure to her. 

Perhaps she could be able to help in isolating those modifiers or even later on in working backwards. Both to ease the difficulties and to re-experience that joy of being able to work with him again as his partner.

Then his hands took her and the little squeeze they gave made her face turn into a rosy shade of pink and she smiled bashfully, even more so when her eyes met the genuinely bright smile on his face. She had missed and longed for any type of contact with her husband, to the point where even this simple gesture was enough to make her blush with nostalgia.

She sighed and rested her head against the chest of his armor.

"You have no idea how happy this makes me. I’d love to help you…if you don’t mind"

[tinglingupyourspine]

"Not at all! I would appreciate the assistance from you, my darling." He reached with a free hand to grab his notes, passing them her way. "I suspect that if we can get a sample from Pamela first, then we can truly begin." He swung his arms around to hold her again, even if it was a hollow embrace. "I would be honored to work with you again, Nora."

[tinglingupyourspine]

Nora walks up to Victor with two cups of ice cream for them to share. "I'm assuming you can still eat ice cream, so I got some. Happy Valentine's day, Victor."

Victor looked up from his work for a moment to see Nora with her gifts. "Thank you, darling... I appreciate this gift." He took a spoon, sitting down beside her to enjoy his meal with her

[tinglingupyourspine]

One arm reached out to caress his helmet, a smile on her face. "Hello, Victor."

He would remove his helmet, were he able to. But fate had said no. Instead, he responded with a gentle squeeze of her free hand. “Hello, my dearest Nora.”

[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

Nora’s smile turned into a grin and she gently raised herself on her toes to kiss his helmet where his cheek would have been in return for that squeeze. “How was today?”

Even if she got the same answer of ‘meaningless before you came’, she still wanted to check on him, wanted to make sure that he was all right and to know if he wasn’t.

And even if she was barred from touching him again because of what Boyle and her illness did to both of them, she accepted it. She accepted it and loved him for his sacrifices more than she hated his suit for separating them.

[tinglingupyourspine]

Usually, it was him metaphorically (although sometimes literally) banging his head against the wall. Reform can at prices he hated paying. But today, today was different, and her kiss, however intangible to him, meant so much… "For once, today has been progressive. I believe I’ve begun working on the first steps towards repairing my condition."

[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

Now, she was curious and delighted and it showed on her face. Whatever it was, however little progress was made…She could only imagine how painful on both levels his condition was to him, alive and aware and able to move, yet unable to feel a thing. 

Even if she had seen him smash beakers and tear apart papers out of simple rage and misery at what both of them had become, it was one thing to witness something and another to experience it.

"That’s…that’s amazing! What have you found out? How is it going to work? Is there anything I can do to help?" She almost had to restrain herself from jumping for joy

As a fellow scientist and simply herself, enthusiasm and curiosity were almost second nature to Nora.

[tinglingupyourspine]

Ah, the vigor and joy... It warmed him, deep within his chilly core, and made his agony all the more tolerable. He cleared his throat, holding back the revelation for now, but still smiling under his helmet. "I prefer to keep the explanation brief, but I believe that the chemicals that have transformed me into my current state are the same on a basic level to what molded Pamela into her plant state. The two are currently too different, but if I can sample then both and isolate the separate portions, I can find the original cocktail of genetic modifiers, and work backwards." He gripped her hands in his, confident and bright, a smile, a real smile on his face. "I may have the actual first steps to curing myself... And possible curing countless others across Gotham."

[tinglingupyourspine]

One arm reached out to caress his helmet, a smile on her face. "Hello, Victor."

He would remove his helmet, were he able to. But fate had said no. Instead, he responded with a gentle squeeze of her free hand. “Hello, my dearest Nora.”

[warmhandtohold-deactivated20200]

Nora’s smile turned into a grin and she gently raised herself on her toes to kiss his helmet where his cheek would have been in return for that squeeze. “How was today?”

Even if she got the same answer of ‘meaningless before you came’, she still wanted to check on him, wanted to make sure that he was all right and to know if he wasn’t.

And even if she was barred from touching him again because of what Boyle and her illness did to both of them, she accepted it. She accepted it and loved him for his sacrifices more than she hated his suit for separating them.

[tinglingupyourspine]

Usually, it was him metaphorically (although sometimes literally) banging his head against the wall. Reform can at prices he hated paying. But today, today was different, and her kiss, however intangible to him, meant so much... "For once, today has been progressive. I believe I've begun working on the first steps towards repairing my condition."

[tinglingupyourspine]

One arm reached out to caress his helmet, a smile on her face. "Hello, Victor."

He would remove his helmet, were he able to. But fate had said no. Instead, he responded with a gentle squeeze of her free hand. "Hello, my dearest Nora."

[tinglingupyourspine]

[tinglingupyourspine]

Victor continued his march, onwards and upwards, letting his suit run thermal scans for anyone running about. An attack would be handled, but not welcomed. He had to have peace for his research…

He saw signs of a cat being here, small footsteps from its dainty paws…...

[tinglingupyourspine]

Hearing no response, Victor assumed the other was plotting. The stalemate had begun, and neither party would move first. Of course, Victor had his suit, which gave some edge over nearly anyone that encountered him... But first, level the playing field. Lower enemy mobility, put them in his court. He fired a blast of arctic temperatures forth, spraying across the floor of the loft, then fired at the window, sealing it off. No way in, no way out. Then, he moved, quickly as the suit would is enable him. Which, all in all, may as well have been a light jog to anyone else.

[tinglingupyourspine]

Of the hundreds of places Victor could see himself, Detroit’s blight was not one he expected. The Bat had driven him from Gotham temporarily, just long enough to get him wondering if the Motor City had anything he could use. The answer was a firm and solid no. But until...

[tinglingupyourspine]

Victor continued his march, onwards and upwards, letting his suit run thermal scans for anyone running about. An attack would be handled, but not welcomed. He had to have peace for his research... He saw signs of a cat being here, small footsteps from its dainty paws... Then he saw the massive spot of heat on the ground in the loft room. Someone was here, and they moved fast, fast enough to not show a trail. Interesting... With a few commands to the suit, he readied his freeze cannon and approached the door, staying back. Charging into the unknown was the tactics of fools and berserkers. Neither of these fit his being. "Come out, and we will not need to fight. I am seeking sanctuary," his mechanically augmented voice hailed. "There need not be rivalry or anger between us."

[tinglingupyourspine]

Of the hundreds of places Victor could see himself, Detroit's blight was not one he expected. The Bat had driven him from Gotham temporarily, just long enough to get him wondering if the Motor City had anything he could use. The answer was a firm and solid no. But until he could get back to his lab safely, he was forced to flee the city and plot his vengeance, hope his hiding place for Nora was safe. A burned down apartment building would suffice for a base of operations... Urban legends of a hellish harlequin defender here did nothing to disturb or dissuade him. Were these true, a blast of frigid cold would freeze the problem cold. And with these thoughts in his head, Victor stormed the abandoned building. Oh, if he only knew...

[tinglingupyourspine]

[tinglingupyourspine]

"You need arctic survival equipment. As tempting as it seems those options are in works of fiction, such clothes will lead you to a quick and painful death… I should have a spare set, for when WayneTech decides to rear its head and check on my progress…" He started down...

[tinglingupyourspine]

He thought about his previous question, remembering that very few Gothamites were like him, or in sub-zero temperatures. "Fair point..." He muttered, continuing on. "The simple fact of the matter is, to put it as simply and bluntly as possible, I know nothing on biochemistry or basic human physiology, besides my own unnatural state. We have attempted the assistance of other... 'Former friends,' with the expected results."

[tinglingupyourspine]

He could see the gears turning in his head, and knew his answer before he spoke it. With all it was worth, the nightmare that Victor faced, having to eat, sleep, and possibly die in this suit was horrific, but even he could escape his past. Jack had no such alternative, short of cutting off his skin and grafting new flesh on.

"To their acceptance, I can only think of a mandate to ensure it… Better to force change than continue to fester in decay… We will need to get you properly equipped for work, however. I am restricted to the suit until the chemicals can be tested, or even properly synthesized… You DO possess adequate clothing for such conditions, correct?"

[ghostofagrin]

At the mention of a mandate, Jack remembered the “treatments” they had been forced to endure and shuddered. It would be better than that, though, he reminded himself. And it would work. They would make sure it did. “I suppose you’re right.”

Jack realized he wasn’t completely sure what he would need to survive Victor’s necessary conditions and he paused for a moment in thought. “I…have a coat. Long sleeve shirts… I don’t have very much right now, but just tell me what I need and I’ll figure something out.”

[tinglingupyourspine]

"You need arctic survival equipment. As tempting as it seems those options are in works of fiction, such clothes will lead you to a quick and painful death... I should have a spare set, for when WayneTech decides to rear its head and check on my progress..." He started down the steps, giving an expectant look to Jack. "I assume you can start today, janitorial work and basic human needs aside?"

[tinglingupyourspine]

[tinglingupyourspine]

Victor spotted the torch and noted her quick movements. With a quick augment of the shields they increased, a shockwave of cold. She was smart and fast. He was smart and slow. Easy ways to rectify those issues… He made his way backwards, send a thick coating of ice over the floor near him, and over any nearby places she could leap from. “Perhaps you would be willing to parley over this and not become a gift for the GCPD? Or is your hot temper refusing to let you cool off?”

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His shields are strong and she barely makes a dent. “Really? Ice puns? I thought that was just a dumb rumour but looks like ya really are as lame as they said.” She growls and tries to rush him again but the ice on the floor is too slick and she slips immediately, falling and sliding across the floor with an ‘oof’. She tries to jump back onto her feet again but he’s managed to cover every surface with ice, inside she begins to panic, her movement was her only advantage and he had almost completely immobilized her. Was this a lost cause? Eddie wouldn’t be happy if she returned empty handed. She grabs her burning cane and aims the fire at the ground, trying to melt the ice.

[tinglingupyourspine]

He moves across the ice without a hitch, cleats built into his boots giving him all the traction he needed. With another shot of ice, he fired for her cane, hopefully disarming her. Even if he missed, the shot would be a perfect distraction, letting him quickly close the distance. "If Nigma is so obsessed with this jewel, then he should have known not to interfere with my plans."