The ballerina stood behind the snow globe's glass, her foot raised to her head, forever caught in an elegant pose; truly, she was beautiful, looking every bit like his wife had before everything had changed. The figure truly was like his wife - both trapped behind glass and surrounded by ice, and completely untouchable by him.

Yet some nights he dreamed of entering the glass and dancing with the ballerina, the two hiding beneath its hard, snow filled surface that neither the Arkham staff nor Batman could ever break through.