Chapter Five
Mr. Freeze was successful. He had lost no goons. He had easily escaped from Batman. And, most important of all, Gotham was slowly freezing up. He had waited for years to finally fulfill one of his greatest plans, turning a city in the summer into a freezing hell. Streets were iced up. Snow blanketed lawns, and icy crystals were forming in warehoused and apartments.
Mr. Freeze was winning.
But though the super-villain had won the battle, he hadn't won the war. There was still Batman, and soon the other superheroes would arrive. Mr. Freeze took off his special suit in a large room, right in his hidden base.
The room's temperature was 60 degrees below zero. But the cryogenics scientist needed this chilliness to live. He took off his shirt and soon he was barefoot, only wearing a pair of shorts and some goggles.
He sat on a cold bench and turned on a TV. He was surprised to see a retelling of his origin.
"The cause of the winter weather covering large parts of Gotham is Dr. Victor Freeze."
"Dr. Fries, you idiot!" yelled the bald Mr. Freeze at the reporter. But of course, the woman on the news couldn't really hear him so she went on.
"Six years ago he tried to save his wife from a disease by freezing her. He succeeded in his second objective, but he had endangered his wife even more. Batman tried to stop him, and in the ensuing fight the frozen woman was accidentally shattered. Angered, Mr. Freeze planned revenge on the dark knight and has since made numerous attempts to freeze Gotham, only being stopped by the mysterious crusaders defending it."
The TV was frozen by the famous cold blaster and Mr. Freeze put his suit back on. He clicked a button and communicated with one of his cronies.
"Prepare the Freeze-mobile."
"Alright, boss."
Tonight there was going to be more winter.