Before anyone reads the rest of this story, I would like to say that it's somewhere in the comic-verse. I apologize if there are any inaccuracies.
Chapter Four
The Batmobile was cruising down the streets. As usual they were mostly abandoned during the night. Gotham was full of carjackers. Gwen Wilder was interested in the ride. Batman's vehicle went very fast, but there were no accidents. This caped crusader was one good driver.
Suddenly she saw an icy blue figure. It was a man wearing a suit with a lot of gadgets, wiring, and technology all over it. The bad thing about this man was that he was holding a large gun and he was shooting something at the street.
"Batman, look out!"
Batman saw the man, but not before Mr. Freeze had practically changed the street into a skating rink. The Batmobile spun out of control on the surface of this new addition and Batman quickly threw a switch. The couple was ejected from the car, which smashed into a shop.
"Batman, what is that?"
"It's Mr. Freeze, a cryogenics scientist-turned-criminal. Let me handle this."
The dark knight held a batarang and then threw it. Mr. Freeze laughed and blasted the weapon with ice, knocking it off course.
"So Batman, we meet again, and this time I caught you cruising with a woman."
"It was part of her job. Surrender Freeze. You need help. The psychologists and psychiatrists can help you overcome your condition."
"You're not putting me back in that slimy excuse for a hospital."
Mr. Freeze fired his gun at the dark knight, who ran to avoid getting frozen. But he ran onto the ice and slipped. Mr. Freeze took advantage and fired his gun again. Batman threw a rope-batarang, the end wrapping around an arched lamp post. He then swung off the ice, evading the freezing beam of Mr. Freeze's weapon.
The Batman was hanging upside down, letting his cold enemy turn around to face him. He then punched the super-villain in the face, sending him onto the street. Mr. Freeze stood up, his special boots enabling him to stand on the slippery ice.
"You think you're smarter. Do you, Batman."
"In some ways, yes."
"No, you caped meddler, not in any way. The intellect of Mr. Freeze far surpasses yours in every degree."
'That's what you think, you Cryogenic clown."
"Clown?"
Infuriated, Mr. Freeze lifted his left arm, pressing a button on a gauntlet. Ice darts shot out but all missed Batman... save one. His kevlar saved him, but he felt some pain. Dr. Victor Fries fired some cold lasers at his arch-enemy, who dodged the blasts. Batman pulled a cylinder out of his belt and flipped the top off. Out of the opened cylinder came red gas.
Batman threw the gas cylinder at Mr. Freeze's feet. The gas surrounded the icy villain, who started feeling coughing and getting hot. The monstrous man started retreating, ordering his nearby goons to go. Mr. Freeze pulled out a pistol, which, of course, was icy blue, and fired, sending an explosive projectile to Batman's area. The dark knight was sent flying backwards, his light armor and endurance saving him from breaking his bones. However, his cape was torn up. It looked like Alfred would have to do some sewing repairs.
Mr. Freeze hopped into his waiting Freeze-mobile, driving off.
The Batman walked up to Gwen. "Are you all right, Mrs. Wilder?"
"Yes, I am." She got up, shivering from the snow and ice that caked the street and sidewalks. "Your equipment could be put to good use on the battlefield."
"Maybe I'll send some over. But I'm not going to send enough to give out any clues to my other identity. I think we should be going now. I have some large work ahead of me."