Victor Fries waited. He and an armed security guard seemed to be lollygagging about in an unfamiliar hallway. No, that was probably just Freeze's mindset; he considered himself a busy individual with no time to stand about wondering where he was or why. Then again, he'd have time to ask. It was just unfortunate that they stripped his weapons from him – he was referring to, of course, the four OTHER guards that stood at the end of the hallway, two on each end. As if they could stop him if he really wanted to leave. Well… he DID want to leave, but not bad enough to have his suit shot at. He figured he could humour Strange for a bit, anyway. He looked down at the guard that escorted him to the blank, brown door they now stood in front of as he pressed a button on the wall, presumably a communication device.
"Prisoner's here, sir." He heard the TYGER guard say and Freeze turned his head slightly, condensation from his breath fogging up the interior of his helmet as he gazed at the two guards at the end of one side of the hallway. He placed his hands behind his lower back as if studying something. He exhaled; this wasn't how he wanted to spend the time he was already sentenced in this intolerable place. He felt as though it was slightly unfair to be called "prisoner", as he didn't even want to be there… then again, he was sure that NO one wanted to be there, but Freeze less than most. He knew what he wanted, he had hardly killed anyone since arriving and he figured he was doing a pretty good job of staying out of everyone's way.
"Very good. Send him in," He heard the intercom say. His eyes narrowed behind the gleaming red goggles. C'mere, boy. Sit. Stay. Good boy. He snarled slightly at the thought; he didn't really care who was in control… except for this guy. He didn't know much about the man other than the fact that he was the reason why Freeze was behind bars… metaphorically speaking. Freeze remembered leaving Arkham Asylum on his own, but being brought to this place for virtually no reason shortly after. Well… if you could call seven months shortly after.
"But we haven't got the suit off him yet." The security guard responded, casting a glance up to Freeze, who looked down on him as if he were a lesser being. Like hell they were taking his suit; they already took his weapons, they weren't about to tug life support from off his body. "He's dangerous." To this, Freeze almost wanted to reply with some sort of derogatory response. 'Dangerous? Don't be naïve. Just because I can throw you down the hall with one arm doesn't mean I WILL.' However, Freeze remained silent, keeping his hands behind his back; he wasn't really the type to make snide comments, anyway. There were several OTHER villains to do that, REAL villains, the ones people spent their time trying to join. "Are you sure?"
"Of course," The intercom replied smoothly, a little too quickly for Freeze's tastes. He turned his head to the door and looked down at the flashing red button on the wall. It somehow stood out against Freeze's own red-tinted goggles. "Victor Fries and I have much in common." Oho, so they did, did they? Freeze quirked what would've been an eyebrow if he had one. This man suddenly spiked up a whole point in his priorities list. "We will be fine." Freeze narrowed his gaze at the door, but continued to say nothing.
The TYGER guard looked up at Freeze once more for a brief moment before opening the door, allowing Freeze passage. Freeze lumbered past the guard, moving at a leisurely enough pace for one in a big suit. His legs made mechanical noises as they clunked on the floor of Hugo Strange's office. Freeze did a quick scan of the room; a solitary desk in the middle of it with two wooden chairs in front of it, presumably for patients or other people to sit in when there were mini-meetings. A doctorate was on the wall, a couple of file cabinets looked surprisingly organized, and a microphone was visible on his desk, hooked up to a complex-looking machine that was probably used to send messages throughout Arkham City. And… there was a small camera in the top corner of his room, which meant that they were being monitored. By the time he finished his scan, he had reached his destination and he glanced down at one of the chairs briefly before deciding that he probably couldn't manage it; standing didn't kill him. He heard the door click shut behind him. Now it was just him and Strange. Strange had his fingers crossed on his desk, looking up at Freeze with an air of confidence and nonchalance.
"Welcome to my facility," He said rather smugly, and Freeze decided that while he'd cooperate with him, he still wasn't fond of him. "Please, take a seat."
"I prefer to stand," Freeze replied, the first words he said since arriving. He decided to cut to the chase. "Why am I here?" He asked abruptly. Strange exhaled and smiled as his head slowly fell until he was glancing at the desk instead, as if what Freeze had asked was humorous.
"Oh, Victor. There will be plenty of time for that later." Freeze wasn't satisfied; Strange might've had time, but every minute of time Freeze had was precious and necessary for him; he couldn't afford 'plenty of time' to have his questions answered. "Right now I wish to get to know you." Freeze remained silent; of COURSE he wanted to, he WAS a doctor, after all. "Discover how you came to have such a… frosty outlook on life." Oh, ha ha. This guy could replace Joker as the world's worst joke-teller.
"I have nothing to say to you," Freeze replied shortly. He didn't want to talk to this man, especially if he was going to crack ice-puns the entire time. Freeze was already irritated, but that didn't seem to help. "You may have taken my weapons, but my suit still has considerable offensive capabilities," He pointed out suggestively. But why stop there? He leaned forward and brought a hand up chest-high. "I will freeze the marrow in your legs." He threatened with his cold, monotonous tone. "Each bone will shatter—" He clenched his hand quickly. "—and fracture—" His hand clenched tighter. "—while you remain completely aware of your impending paralysis, begging me to end you." With his conclusion, he opened his palm and made a sweeping gesture with his hand. He stared down at Strange, expecting him to become alerted and somewhat worried that Freeze wasn't above harming him, but nothing of the sort occurred. Strange kept his cool and didn't flinch at all whatsoever.
"I don't think that you will do that, Victor." He replied with that same smug tone, the one that Freeze was quickly getting irritated of as he lowered his hand slowly.
"Really?" Freeze replied in mock curiosity. "Why not?" He asked flatly. Indeed, this excuse should be good.
"Simple," Strange shrugged. "if you hurt me, your wife will die."