*This is probably going to sound crazy or just plain stupid but in my mind, I see Bryan Cranston from shows like Malcolm in the Middle and Breaking Bad (with hair like in the 2014 Godzilla film) as Victor Freeze. He's a great actor, has a commanding voice, and knows how to balance acting like a souless monster and gaining sympathy at the same time.

I knew he'd be late. What else was I expecting? If he's not here in another five, I'm leaving. I hate it but he'll just have to read about it. But… he deserves to know. He deserves to know that-.

"Sorry. Traffic's terrible." Bruce said as he laid a big hand on Julie's left shoulder and startled her as she thought.

He saw her jump and laugh shortly after. Bruce was puzzled as he took the seat across from her, the table only the size of a car tire. He moved the napkin dispenser so she could see his face and he held her hand briefly before sitting down completely. He combed his short hair back and straightened his tie before speaking.

"How are you doing tonight? You look nice." Bruce asked.

Julie's brown hair was straightened and glowed from the lights inside the restaurant. Bruce could tell that she had bought the dress today as seen by the near-invisible strap that stuck out a bit from her neckline. The dress was navy blue and was fitted to stretch along the perfect curves of her body. Her earrings matched perfectly as they hung from a crystal hook and glistened like her hair as well. She wore a pearl bracelet on her right hand and Bruce was briefly reminded of his mother's own pearl necklace that she lost the night her and Thomas Wayne were mugged and murdered.

"Good, Bruce. And you?" Julie replied.

"Fine, I guess. A little nervous to be honest."

The both of them held an awkward silence and after ten seconds of complete inaudible noise, Bruce tapped the table and pointed at Julie as she rubbed her forehead slowly.

"So? How's your job been going?" Bruce asked.

"Good. Just got a job working on a movie that's filming in Star City next week after we head to Coast for a contract. It's supposed to evolve into a film series, I think." Julie replied, biting her lip for a moment in nervousness.

"That's great! Great..." Bruce said, his fake happiness fading away when he saw Julie's emotions.

Julie looked up and was about to speak before the waiter, nicely dressed with a bow tie and pressed suit walked over.

"How would you two like to start your dinner tonight at the Royal?" the waiter asked.

Bruce and Julie both knew what they were thinking.

"Just give us a few minutes please." Bruce said.

"Of course, sir. In the meantime, what would you two like to drink?" he asked with a wide smile.

"I'll have a water with lemon. Bruce?" she replied, eyeing Bruce.

"Um... a water also. No lemon." he said, giving a nod as the waiter walked off.

As he walked away, the table was silent; the crowd's hubub of conversations fading away as the two of them looked in each others eyes and could tell that something was wrong. Bruce saw that she kept fiddling with her hands in her lap and he tried to figure out what was triggering her nervous ticks. He knew she had something to tell him. Something that wouldn't benefit him. Bruce clicked his tongue as he ruffled around in his seat and saw Julie take a deep breath.

"I have something to tell you but maybe... it can wait until after dinner." Julie said quietly.

"Julie... seriously? How can you expect me to eat dinner while saying something like that? That's not fair." Bruce replied with a scoff.

Julie closed her eyes for a moment and tears began to well up. She licked her lips and waited a moment before shaking her head in regret.

"I'm getting married, Bruce. I'm sorry." she said suddenly.

Bruce sat back in his seat and his heart felt like it had been shocked by 1000 amps. He felt his stomach flip and he began blinking rapidly. He gave a small laugh and looked at Julie's hand as she placed it on her silverware and napkin. On her ring finger lay a tungsten metal band with three diamonds encrusted on a small base. His smile vanished and he looked at the ring intently before his eyes met Julie's once again.

"I thought we were working on this? What... what happened?" Bruce asked.

"I... I don't know. I really don't. I just happened to meet him and he... fulfilled things for me that... that..." Julie replied, beginning to draw a blank.

"Things that I could never do..." Bruce said, nodding in anger that hardly showed.

"Don't take it that way... okay? I just moved on." she said with tears about to fall down.

"Who is he?" Bruce asked in a stern tone.

"That's not important, right now. I just wanted to tell you about the we-."

"Who...is... he?" Bruce interrupted.

Julie scoffed and crossed her arms.

"You don't know him. He's from Central City, okay? He's not famous but we met on a plane. It's too hard to explain, okay?" she said.

"Fine." Bruce said simply while sticking his tongue against his cheek.

"What's his job?" he continued with more than a tinge of jealousy.

"I promise, Nora. We will cure you. If it's the last thing I do." Victor Fries said inside the cryo suit, replacing a coolant container from the machine that kept his wife cryogenically frozen.

The chamber lit up blue once the container had locked itself in place and Fries checked the readings. They were steady and her heartbeat was barely traceable. She was clinging on to life, putting her whole faith that her husband would find a cure and bring her back. But now, the limits had been pushed too far. He had been forced to become a drug dealer and possibly... a corrupt scientist who'd be forced into a cowardly hostage situation. He continued to look over his wife's cryo chamber as Pamela came in, looking dazed and in a hurry.

"Victor... can you come in quickly? I need to talk to you." Pamela said through a radio that blared through Fries' visor.

"Sure. Let me the coils in the back and I'll be right in, alright?" Victor replied.

He peered behind Nora's machine and saw that the coils remained the same, heated to a certain extent where the fluids keeping her alive would continue to commute across without freezing. He checked the temperature gauges and nodded in acceptance as he left the giant chamber. He walked over to the first set of doors while giving one last look at Nora, giving a small smile as he turned his head away and saw Pamela in nervous excitement by the window. He sealed the doors shut behind him and waited ten seconds before the vents sucked most of the extreme polar air from the room and walked forward. Pamela opened the next set of doors and stepped back, visible air condensing and evaporating into nothingness moments later. She followed him as walked over to the chamber and powered down the suit. After he felt the visor/helmet contraption unlock, he took a deep breath and Pamela dragged a lever on the cryo tablet all the way down, the two separate pieces of his chest pieces and overall suit flip outward, exposing the skintight suit Victor wore. She looked at him nervously and cleared her throat as she took off her horn-rimmed glasses.

"Victor... you're in trouble." she said after a deep breath.

"What do you mean? What do you know?" he replied.

"I've... I've hid a bad thing from you." Pamela said.

Victor looked up and felt his heart begin to beat hard.

"I've been in contact with... the Batman. He wanted me to help you develop a cure but he... he knows about the incident at the dock with those men! How you killed that man!" Pamela said, tears forming at the end of her eyes.

"I didn't kill him. Phil shot him in cold blood! How do you know about the Batman? What have you been doing?" Victor replied, slamming the table hard and getting close to Pamela's face.

Pamela backed up and began to cry. She watched as Victor's eyes narrowed and he screamed loudly, throwing the tablet against the wall and sliding all the research off the metal table. He yelled in anger and began punching the table as Pamela screamed and grabbed his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. He shoved her off him and she fell to the ground. He turned to her and watched as she brushed stray red hair from her eyes. He stood above her and she could hear his knuckles crack loudly as he clenched both fists.

"Do you... realize what you've done?" Victor said quietly, the anger making him shake and convulse.

"Victor... I didn't want to help you. My plants are my life and I didn't want to share them. But the strains were producing were working! And then, I fell in love with you. I love you, Victor and that's why I'm telling you this!" Pamela said tearfully, backing up as she stood up and Victor stood in an unnatural stance.

"I don't care." Victor spat.

Pamela began quivering her lips and tears streamed down her eyes. She stood up and began to laugh in anger.

"You... don't... care? What a selfish bastard..." she said to herself, turning around and shaking her head.

"Selfish? I'm selfi-? How am I selfish? I'm trying to save my wife who I love! I don't love you. You were a great addition to our team and we could've saved lives! But now... it's all over! I'm going to jail, Pamela! Do you know what Perry's done to me? He said he'd shut down the whole project unless I made cryogenic weapons for him! This... this is all for nothing!" Victor responded, inching closer to Pamela as she grabbed something from a nearby lab table.'

"Nora. Nora. Nora. Nora! Nora! Poor little Nora! She's dead, Victor! The cure will not be ready in time!" Pamela yelled, walking close to Victor, one hand stretched out.

"You don't know that! Are you out of your mind? You've sent a vigilante out for my head! I'll kill a man before letting them kill my wife." he yelled back, stepping back and knocking over a refrigerator full of cryo fluids that spilled onto the floor.

Victor didn't even notice, full of absolute rage and shock. Pamela had lost her mind. Her crazed love for him had cost them everything. All the research wasted. All the money and time waster. It was all for nothing due to one stupid girl.

"She's not your wife anymore, Victor. She's in a coma, you deranged idiot! I'll prove it to you. She's dead, Mister Fries!" Pamela said in a mocking voice, running over to the chamber and opening the first door.

"No!" Victor yelled, running at her as she turned around.

She revealed an ice pick and slashed it across his face, blood flying across the wall as he slammed into it. The cold air numbed most of the pain but he still screamed, watching her drop the ice pick and run for her office across the laboratory. He looked at her and his eyes saw red. He leaped up and ran for her, grunting in pain as she slammed her door shut and looked for her cell phone. Victor kept punching and kicking the door outside as the cold air continued to seep into the laboratory.

"Okay... you know his job, name, place of birth, parents, what else could you want?" Julie asked as the waiter stood awkwardly for them to finish.

"Criminal record." Bruce said sternly.

"Bruce, please." Julie said with an annoyed groan.

"Um... excuse me..." the waiter said suddenly during a millisecond of silence.

"Would you guys like to order now?"

Blood dripped to the floor as Victor continued to pound on the door and he screamed loudly. Finally, he heard the wood splinter and he kicked it open, Pamela screaming and dropping her phone. Victor grabbing her flailing arms and pushed her onto the desk. He was breathing hard and flipped on the lights, taking the phone and smashing it.

"Do you really understand what you've done? Hm? You've killed your future... my wife... and me."

"No... me and you can be together. She would want you to be happy." Pamela said, touching the giant wound that reached from the corner of Victor's left eye to his chin.

He smacked her hand away and slammed it on the table.

"Don't you dare act like you know her!" Victor yelled loudly, hoisting her up and growling.

"Victor; why are you acting like this? Who are you?" Pamela cried as he began to choke her.

"I'm not Victor anymore. I'm a man with nothing to lose. You've cost me everything. My days of hope are over." Victor replied, eyeing a tropical diorama enclosed in a glass tank behind Pamela's desk.

"There still is hope." Pamela said as her face turned purple.

"Not for me..." he said with a look of great desperation and last resort.

"Or you."

With that last statement, he tossed her into the tank, watching as the poisonous condensation covered her along with the leaves, small pool of mutated water, and glass. She screamed in pain as the specialized plants activated their defense mechanisms, spitting out poison through their pores, coating Pamela in a green and viscous fluid. He watched for a moment as her skin turned a light green and a large vine began wrapping around her neck and left arm. He sighed and looked at her again, this time, his look changed. He noticed she was no longer screaming or breathing. He bent down to his knees and shook his head in sadness and shock.

"Oh my God. Wha... what have I done?" he cried, tears flowing from his face and blending with the blood in his wound.

He saw Pamela's lifeless eyes, her body transformed and poisoned by the own plants she had loved so much. Victor stood up and tripped over the knocked over chair. He ran out of the office and closed the broken door the best he could, going into a massive panic attack as he looked at the destruction all over the lab. He began breathing heavily and he sat on the ground, dragging himself to the side of the overturned table and looking at Pamela's door.

"No. Oh, God. No. No! No!" he screamed, hiding his hands in his face and crying loudly.

He looked at his wife's chamber inside the room, he saw that all of the cold air was being pumped into the lab and he began to shiver. He shook his head and decided that maybe, it would be better to die inside the lab where his wife would once all the cold air dissipated. He sat his head back hard and saw an overturned tray of various adrenaline syringes and morphine. He grabbed the entire tray and bit off the plastic tip of one of the needles. He stuck the needle inside his leg and took a deep sigh as he let the liquid flow into his system. After all the liquid had gone, he grabbed one of the morphine syringes and repeated the exercise. He wasn't going to let Perry take him down. It was going to be by his own terms. Just as he felt the drugs take hold, he watched as a green clearance light shone across the lab and the giant entrance door slid open. The visitors walked in. They were Browning Perry and three Wayne Enterprises security guards.