Hi! I have decided to begin another story, so that I don't get tied down to a specific storyline.
This idea has been bugging me for a while, so I decided to reintroduce this pairing to the fandom, since a lot of people I affiliate with didn't even know the characters!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot.
Apricity- it represents a simple and familiar yet a very specific phenomenon: the sun's warmth on a cold winter's day.
Victor sighed as he began filing his reports into the bulky computer. He had began a new experiment, and without a warrant, he wasn't allowed to continue it. How often he dreamed being his own master, rather than in bondage of a manager that didn't even support his branch of science.
Not like it ever came true.
GothCorp wasn't exactly a fair business, no matter what the sign suggested.
Shrugging off his thin gray sweater, he finished typing up his report, filling in all the blanks. Organizing his desk once more, Victor took his time lining up his pens perfectly parallel to eachother. Glancing at the fluorescent screen, he saw the little arrow pointing to the file he had just saved. It meant that the wireless had disconnected, and the file needed to be resent.
Letting out a small breath of annoyance, he rolled his eyes. His type of science wasn't well studied, so he had gotten the lowest floor in the building. And not just an office on ground floor. His office was sixteen stories sub-ground level. The idea of having people down there working should've been illegal because of all the nonexistent safety precautions.
No one seemed to care, or even notice Victor at work, except when he rarely went upstairs for a water break. Even then, everyone would ignore him as he coldly made his way through the crowd. Red lipsticked women, and plastic haired men conversed, not thinking of anything but themselves.
One time, Victor had been confronted about his pessemistic view of his fellow workers. After learning about what he studied, the woman commented "Some people say that your actions define you as a person, and I believe that the saying fits you perfectly." She slapped him, causing pain to fly swiftly to his cheek. After that experience, Victor learned to disregard other's opinions. It made himnsound a little egotistical, but what was the point of listening to opinions if they were wrong?
He had been too caught up organizing that he didn't realize that the file had successfully been sent. Pressing the print button on the computer, he walked over to the intercom, and pressed the red button.
With one hand, he buttoned up his gray and white argyled sweater again, and waited for the receptionist to pick up.
After a few minutes of waiting, she didn't pick up so Victor began his journey up to the fifteenth level above ground level. He had to walk up a grand total of thirty stories. Taking his keys off his lanyard, he locked the door behind him, and silently wished he could afford a printer in his office. Or, maybe a receptionist that did their job right.
The sub-ground levels didn't have a functional elevator, and the labs in levels six to fifteen were kicked out of business.
Victor remained on the bottom floor, no matter what he did to prove his right for a promotion.
Trudging up all thirty stories, Victor allowed himself a small rest break. He absolutely loathed floor fifteen. It was full of slackers, and office workers, his least favorite type of people. Typically, fresh out of college students that would get richer than him in decade than his entire life.
Making his way through the crowds of people, he opted to touch the least of them as possible. He wasn't a germaphobe, he just didn't think unneccessary human interaction felt pleasant. In fact, he believed it to be complete folly, with no feeling whatsoever.
Out of nowhere someone yelled "Look! The Iceman has come out of his freezer." Some people began to laugh and insult him further.
Victor was shocked. Usually people just left him alone, or treated him like a stranger. What had happened?
Running a hand through his messy brown hair, he rolled his eyes and pushed through the crowd. As he walked to the kitchen, he felt hundredz of judging eyes burning into his back.
Opening the communal fridge, Victor took out a water bottle. Placing it on the counter, he opened the generic wooden cupboards and pulled out a clear cup. Opening the freezer section of the fridge, Victor plunged his hands into the chilly crystals. Placing a few of the cubes in the cup, he let one sit semi-liquidous on his hand. Taking a small magnifying glass out of his coat, Victor became enraptured by the crystallized bonds.
Eventually, Victor put away his magnifying glass, and poured water into his plastic cup. Glancing at his watch, he figured that most of the company would leave in ten minutes. Taking another sip of his ice-cold water, he made his way into the large printing room.
And it was a printing room to be proud of. Bruce Wayne's CFO, Lucius Fox had designed the room to be as effecient as possible. Printing rooms in most offices caused build up, but since GothCorp was funded by a billionaire, he wanted work done as easily as possible.
Checking printer 7B-1620, he found the paper he had needed to file his experiment. Stapling the papers, he took a ballpoint pent from a tumbled rock filled jar, and signed it with his best handwriting. Holding the pen in the corner of his mouth, he started rechecking all his work, to find any mistakes. Like always, there were none.
As he walked through the printing room doors, he saw that the whole stories' lights had been left on. Victor huffed as he slowly walked to the opposite side of the room to the master switch panel. By the time he had made it halfway across the room he heard the cracking of glass, and then the soft sound of movement. It was practically unnoticeable, but definitely there. He spun around, but couldn't detect where the sound was coming from.
Tilting his head up, he flinched as a shadowy figure fell ontop of him. Victor's head made contact with the floor, and he felt a wave of darkness wash over him.
Victor blinked, opening his eyes slowly to the abusing fluorescent lights. Victor looked to his side, expecting to see his commercial brand alarm clock with its luminescent red numbers. What he didn't expect was the Gotham City Sirens playing strip poker on the linoleum floors.
His eyes nearly fell out of their sockets as he took in his surroundings. The Gotham City Sirens in his office building, playing strip poker. He nearly passed out again, until one of the girls saw him struggling to stay conscious.
Catwoman smirked "Look, girls." she drawled "Mr. Science here looks like he has never seen a girl half naked before. Oh, wait! He probably hasn't."
Harley Quinn burst into giggles as she slowly licked her lollypop. Poison Ivy saw what she was attempting, and shook her head. "Harls, no. You're not doing that to the scientist."
The red and black clad jester frowned "You know how much I like bondage." Ivy shook her head again, and dragged Harley over to the vending machine.
It was only then that Victor realized that he was tied to a metal pole against the wall, next to a broken window. So that's what he heard shatter. Looking down at the thick ropes, he saw a small wire attached. He followed the wire all the way to Catwoman's clawed gloves. Demon's claws.
He laughed silently, which caused Catwoman's triumphant smile to falter.
"What's so funny, geek?" She looked absolutely furious that he was joking in his position. His frosty eyes met hers again, and he began to speak very calmly.
"I'm not in any danger. You don't really have anything to threatdn me with. Whatever you need, just ask. I despise this company anyways." And he spoke the truth.
Catwoman smiled harshly "Of course you are in trouble." She fondled the bomb in one hand, and used the other to drag her diamond tipped nails over the metal to produce a sharp shrieking sound. Then, she touseled his hair. Once she had all fve fingers in his hair, she gripped it forcefully and pushed his head against the metal pole.
She continued her monologue "In fact, this is a high-powered bomb full of chloride gas. It'll kill you almost instantly."
He shook his head, which was very, very difficult in his situation. "No, its just a lightbulb with some extra fancy bits. Who brought it?"
Harley and Ivy came back, only to be glared at. Catwoman smiled through clenched teeth "Harley," she began sweetly "Did you give the real bomb to the Joker?"
Harley pretended to look shocked; she pointed to herself and mouthed "Me?" Realizing that no one bought the act, she frowned and pointed her nose in the air. "Of course I gave it to the Joker. He asked for it, and who am I to deny him?"
Both Ivy and Catwoman sighed. Of course she had given it to her "puddin'". Catwoman rubbed her temple and quickly tried to think up a new plan. Harley believed that both her surrogate sisters were mad at her, and she started sobbing, quite loudly. Ivy walked over to her and began rubbing her shoulders to calm her down.
The feline-like woman snapped and pointed at Victor. "If you resist being our hostage, we'll push you out the window. No one knows about our break in, so no one could save you."
A deep voice echoed throughout the room "I wouldn't be to sure about that." Then it attacked.
All Victor could see was smoke, since Catwoman dropped the faux bomb. When it cleared, Victor saw that his savior was Batman, the World's Greatest Detective. Of course he would discover the breakout before anyone else.
Victor shuffled his hands around so he could reach his pockets. Thankfully, the three villainesses didn't take away his magnifying glass. He slowly unscrewed the plastic black handle, and revealed an exacto knife.
He carefully cut through the ropes and stood up shakily on his worn out loafers. His foot cramped and Victor nearly fell down again from the agony of the foreign feeling.
In the backround, Victor could hear the grunts and groans of fighting. He ran blindly away from the sounds, and promptly tripped. By the time Victor sat up, Batman had already tied up the troublemakers with his grappling hook. He saw that Victor had sat up, and threw a mobile phone at him.
"Call the GCPD. I'll write a note to your boss explaining what happened."
Victor was stunned. Once Batman saw that he wasn't making any progress, he growled "Get on with it."
This caused Victor to come out of his stupor, and quickly pressed the buttons to notify the police what happened. Soon enough he heard sirens surrounding the building. It was only then when Victor realized that he had been holding his breath. Bringing his knees up to his chest, he released the unneccessary air.
He heard faint shouting, and saw navy-clothed cops run through the floor to find the women tied back-to-back with Batman's grappling hook. Two officers found Victor, and shined their flashlights into his eyes to check for any concussions. Seeing that he had one, they assisted walking him down the stairs, and to the Police Station.
Of course, they were going to ask the nearly comatose victim what happened.