*I don't know if the description for Freeze's suit was enough to bring much detail (sorry, if not) but essentially, despite the cheesy camp-fest it was... I actually was a fan of Mr. Freeze's suit portrayed by Arnold Schwarzenegger in the 1997 film, Batman & Robin. I at least hope the earlier description showed the fact that the suit would be a massively big, heavy, and technologically intricate suit. In Batman: Arkham City (which I consider to be the greatest Batman game at the time of this writing in the summer of 2014), Mr. Freeze had a very big role and had one of the greatest boss battles I've ever played in a video game. His suit looked completely awesome and that was when I watched the Batman: The Animated Series episode, Heart of Ice, which is a great villain episode and just a great story no matter what. This story is clearly based off of that episode in the sense of the REAL enemy who is clearly not Freeze.

Anyhow, the Freeze suit in this story looks almost completely like the one featured in Arkham City except the chest piece looks busier and looks like it really has some technological power behind it. Believe me, Freeze will not be a background villain pulling the strings. He and Batman will engage in several brutal fights that I hope will make you cringe and show just how powerful a character like Freeze could be.

"Get in there, you piece of shit." a police office whispered as he force Bruce Wayne inside the courtroom that was completely empty save for Alfred and his defense attorney sitting up front.

Bruce looked at the room and felt as if he was inside a dream. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. The judge sat down in his throne and watched as Bruce walked in, his hair unwashed, stubble covering his chin, and a wrinkled outfit. On the right side of the courtroom was Julie's father, his face red with past tears and anger stuck in a lump at his throat. Bruce hung his head down and turned away, not wanting to face all of the emotion upfront. As he walked to the desk, Bruce was feeling tired and beaten. Not in a physical way, but in an emotional format that Bruce hadn't felt since his friends from the League of Assassins were killed by their leader and his personal mentor, Ra's al Ghul. All night, he had sat in his lone cell, going through the events over and over again, trying to find a possible flaw but there seemed to be none. The alibi was nonexistent; Bruce had yelled at Julie and flipped a table, all of the evidence clearly pointed to Bruce being the murderer.

He walked over to his desk where his lawyer sat and they shook hands before sitting down. The lawyer was John Dabney; a defense attorney who only took cases on with a pay-or-play fee of 50,000 dollars minimum which meant he usually only took high-profile cases. Dabney was known for his expertise in the art of snobbery and seeking out loopholes. He had won multiple court cases under the simple fact that most officers involved with celebrity DUIs, assaults on media personal or other usual crimes that the higher ups had committed. So of course, Dabney was a logical choice for the murder of Julie.

"All rise for the honorable Judge Austin Meyers." the large brute of a bailiff said loudly as he stared into space.

Bruce, Alfred, Dabney, Julie's father, and his lawyer stood for a moment before the judge motioned them down. Bruce looked around and was surprised that the doors were sealed and guards covered every exit or entrance. That meant no press or outside media to dissect the preliminary trial or berate Bruce the second he left the courthouse. He nodded to his lawyer and watched as Judge Myers cleared his throat and gave a stern look at the billionaire suspect before returning to his neutral scowl over the courtroom.

"Will the defendant please rise." Judge Myers said, looking over the police report taken of Julie's murder.

Myers was just about sixty years old and was fairly popular in the Gotham justice system. He had obviously dyed black hair, a pair of thick glasses that he constantly pushed against the bridge of his nose, and a demeanor that gave off a no-nonsense attitude.

"Bruce Wayne..." he began as Bruce rubbed his nose in hesitation, awaiting his punishment.

Victor Fries awoke in the sewers in Downtown Gotham and his eyes were widened with fear and sudden pain. He remembered where he was and looked at his suit, flipping up the status module inside his right sleeve. The suit's power was at 30% and Victor sat back, his metal exoskeleton making a loud noise against the stone brick of the sewer tunnel. He sighed in pain and disbelief. His entire life had crumbled before him and he was only left with the technology he had made to help the world and save lives. He looked at his hands and saw that ice no longer covered his hands. He looked at them in detail, seeing the small holes that he had punctured through the suit to make the icicles he used against the guards.

Everything he had ever held close or worked had all gone to waste. His life's work, the cure Pamela was making, and Nora. They were all dead. Just like his dreams. He kept the module open and saw that his signal service was still good. He looked through the contacts and saw only people who would call him out and turn him in. Then, as he scrolled and saw the display through his visor, he recognized Jack Drake, one of his only friends. He gulped loudly and dialed, feeling relief at the dial tone as the line clicked moments later.

"Oh my God, Victor? How are you on this line? Where are you?" Jack asked, his voice quiet and tense.

"Safe. For now." Victor replied, taking a long pause after the first sentence.

"What the hell happened? Pamela's dead, the lab's a wreck, and Nora was just barely saved! Perry knew the right people to call to bring her back. What did you do?" Jack said.

"No... she can't be around Perry. He'll kill her. He threatened me! She's going to die and it'll be by his hand!" Victor said with a raspy tone as he leaned up, the joints in his mechanical waistline and spine grinding like a gear.

"You're going crazy! You killed the botanist! Why?" Jack asked in a hissed voice.

"I didn't mean too. Listen... Perry wanted me to make weapons using our technology. He wanted to develop cryo weapons and he said he'd pull the plug on Nora's project if I didn't comply. He needs to be put in jail. Check the cameras and you'll see the truth, Jack!"

"I checked the cameras with two cops. All it shows is you yelling at Pamela and her coming at you with something. You might be able to make a case against that but what about Perry? It shows him coming in with some security guards and you falling into some of the cryo vapors and fluids. That stuff will kill you." Jack said.

"If you watched the rest, I think you'd think differently." Victor sighed, becoming warmer with every passing second.

"Oh, I did. You have... something seriously wrong with you. Something I don't think anyone can explain." Jack continued.

"I know. I can manipulate ice somehow. Water vapor is always in the air so maybe I'm able to use that vapor and change its temperature. I'm... I'm a living refrigerator."

"Well... you need help, Victor. Those liquids must've altered your body chemistry and activated some hidden dormant... ability. Come meet me. I need to run tests. And after that, we can... try to figure out this issue with the police." Jack said.

"No, Jack. For all I know, you may be talking to the police as we speak. I can figure this out. Perry destroyed everything! I will kill him and watch as he sees his plan fail. Goodbye, Jack. Take care of Janet and Tim." Victor said before hanging up and closing the sleeve module.

Perry was going to die. He had ruined several lives over the course of one destructive day and now, he would pay. Wayne Enterprises would fall and crumble before his eyes. If Perry wanted weapons, he was going to get one.

"You have a trial date set for November the 2nd of this year. You have been convicted of murder in the 1st degree with intent. While usually, suspects would be placed in a prison... your appearance and public image would be sure to cause massive amounts of inmate agitation so you will be placed under house arrest until the court date. You will be outfitted with an electronic ankle bracelet that you will not remove or disrupt the boundaries of until your court hearing. The bailiff will take you the car where you will be transported to the Gotham City Police Department. And your bail has been set at 1 million dollars. Court adjourned." Judge Myers said to Bruce as he was attacked by every word.

Bruce walked back over to his desk and shook hands with his lawyer, exchanging a quick glance with Julie's father before he walked over toward him.

"You murderer. What did she ever do to you? Huh? What did she do to you? You know she was getting married? You're finished, Wayne. I hope you burn." he said with tears coming down his eyes as he got close to Bruce's face.

Thomas was pulled away by the bailiff who pushed him away, nearly lunging for the suspect before put his hands down. He almost gave a growl as the bailiff grabbed a hold of Bruce's left arm and jerked him through the rows of pews. Alfred followed quickly behind them, shaking the lawyer's hand as he walked back into the courtroom to talk with the judge. As they left, Bruce's eyes met the famous D.A., Harvey Dent as he walked past, his white smile disappearing as he saw the disgruntled Bruce. He could feel the absolute disgust through Dent, his gaze was sharper than a knife and his posture switched from relaxed to alert and broad-chested.

After he had passed, Bruce began thinking about the trial and how it would affect Batman's publicity. If the Batman vanished while Bruce Wayne was being tried for murder, the dots would connect themselves. Alfred could pilot Sally for a couple nights but eventually, if the Dark Knight never made an appearance, things would change quickly. As for the tracking bracelet, that would be a challenge. The agents or private outfit involved would check every nook and cranny inside the mansion. The clock tower would be a challenge for them not to inspect. Another issue would be the range of the device. Most likely, he would be able to walk around the entire property but the cave was far below the surface. Even if he stepped an inch from the boundaries, an alarm would go out and the police would show up. Bruce couldn't take any chances.

"Let's get out of her before the news shows up." Bruce said as he walked to the black car and quickly shut the door.

Alfred nodded and walked to the driver's side and started the car. He checked both mirrors and pulled out of the parking lot, avoiding eye contact as two police officers watched the black business car drive off. As the cars rolled by and the city left him, a heavy rain draped over the bridge and Bruce looked out into it. Through the raindrops that landed on the window and smeared the outside world, he saw one last patch of brightness in the rainy sky, shining a yellow ray into the city. For a moment, Bruce breath with a sigh of hope, watching as the ray traveled across the expanse of the skyscrapers, glaring off of windows and sliding across rooftops. Then, suddenly, it dissipated; blotted out from existence. Any sign of true light was gone in Gotham, only left with its artificial hope, its false sense of security.

"I need to find the killer, Alfred. This was a planned attack for me and I was set up for a reason. The man wasn't doing this out of quick-thinking or hesitation. He put me down and ki- killed Julie without a second thought." Bruce said, his voice becoming shaky as he finished his sentence.

"A hired gun." Alfred said, looking at his ward through the rear-view mirror.

"Yes." Bruce replied, still staring at the rainy atmosphere.

"How do you plan to go about this? If you were set up… how will you find evidence?"

"I'll have to go out. Be covert. Investigate." Bruce said.

"How? That bracelet will go off if you step one inch from the property. I understand your feelings for Ms. Madison and I can't imagine how badly you want to find her but this is very dangerous. You risk everything by trying to find the truth." Alfred said.

"I know that. I know that completely but Alfred," Bruce said as thunder peacefully vibrated the city through the dark clouds.

"What do I have to lose?"