A/N: MISS ME GUYS?! I'm working almost daily and I feel like crap, as to that effect. But nevertheless, despite this pesky little hiccup-I wanted to get word out any way I could, and since for some strange reason the site is being buggy, I wasn't able to work on this anywhere near as much as I would've liked. Still...so many reviews!

I love you guys so much! *Cries*

Now, this chapter might be a bit confusing consider I haven't done something like this in awhile. With good reason! My job has been beating the living hell out of my as of late! This was REALLY had to write with being tired from work; exhausting, actually. But I'm proud of it, and I hope you enjoy it as I finally get some rest.

This story was birthed from the idea that came from watching Batman: Assault on Arkham. Needless to say, it gave me quite a few idea. Classic movie. Funny, too. Wish we had more like it. Beautiful women, great acting, and did I mention the women? Harley had me in stitches, Killer Frost, and even the glimpse of the lovely Poison Ivy that we were given. And then, then I thought to myself, now what if I did something with this?

So a poll was held, votes were tallied. Three fics were created, and this is the first! Naturally, being the lord of insipid, happy, silly endings that I am, I decided to do go with this first. Now, after a brutal round of Winter Storm Thor, happy belated spring! Sorry if its short, but hey, I'm back, folks! And as to how Naruto got here in the first place? Easy. Reality/The Universe as a whole seems to be broken almost every other day in this show; small wonder he popped up! And yes, a few changes have been made and YES...

Changes include the following; no King Shark in this. For those of you who like him with Killer Frost, I apologize, but if the pairing is NarutoxFrost, he simply can't be here. Naruto is also, in sharp contrast to what he wields, quite cold in this fic. He's...well, he's broken, in a way. Not like the ones from my Harley and Ivy fics; those be a GOOOOD kind of broken. This is the bad kind. Naruto is a shell, abducted, captured, experimented, and made into a weapon.

In terms of age, he's near Killer Frost herself, but his emotional age, well...

We'll see if he'll thaw, and if he does, well, that changes quite a bit indeed...sorry if its short!

"Idiot."

"Yes, but I'm your idiot."

...true."

~Killer Frost and Naruto.

Cold

Drugs are not fun.

That was Louise Lincoln's first thought as she came to. Her head swam in an ocean of blurry images, sights and sounds swinging in and out of her vision as she struggled to clear her head. Yup. Drugs were bad. Veeeery very very bad. In an instant she was painfully aware of the shackles-gauntlets really-sheathing her hands, the collar encircling her neck. She flared her ice, trying to shatter them...

...nothing. Zip. Zilch.

Well, shit.

Her ears un-clotted, the blood beginning to flow once more as the world came back to her. One stood out amidst the rest of them, a deep, grating, muffled baritone that sounded just...well...wrong, somehow. She rose to her knees, shaking herself in an effort to see straight. Ah. Big guy. Chatty one. Fuck, that loud-ass voice of his was really grating on her nerves now, it was even starting to give her a headache-

"No chains, no bars." He growled. "Time for meat!"

'Meat? Oh, fuck me-gah!'

Next thing she knew, the big lug lunged forward and grabbed her by the leg, hauling her upright.

"Let go!"

"Meat!" Before he could rip off that muzzle and sink his teeth into her she kicked out with a heel. His roar of hunger turned into a squeak of pain as her pointed shoe ruthlessly drove itself into his groin. Ha! she sneered as the vice of his hand slackened around her ankle, presenting another opening. Pussy. Executing a savage spin she slammed her steel cuffs into his chin, sending him spinning, staggering backwards.

"Target acquired."

Before she could pounce, someone else did. A scarlet streak shot past her, knocking her aside before leaping onto Nanue's back. Orange. The little punk was wearing nothing but orange. She almost laughed at him when she saw that stupid armored suit, and she would have...had she not seen those swords. Twin blades flashed out from some unseen slits in his wrists, their deadly edges flashing menacingly in the light of the white-room like pale lightning.

Then they struck.

Shark gurgled in surprise, gasping as one opened his stomach, the other, his throat. Crimson spattered the floor at her feet. It was a nice, clean cut Frost thought to herself. Professional. Left to right, but impossibly the brute didn't go down. Strong arms lashed up, grabbing his would-be killer. Instead, he found himself screaming, jerking away as those massive paws closed around a shimmering cloak of red energy. A resounding crack answered and then they were broken, shattered like so much glass.

Another strike sent him sailing, knocking him down to the deck.

"Wha-

"Threat assessment complete." a young voice drawled, whiskered cheeks pinching in a scowl, blue eyes flashing. "Danger to the mission. Eliminating."

Without another word he stabbed down again. This time with his bare palms.

King Shark bodily shuddered -convulsed, really- wide eyes twitching downward to gawp as a pair of bloodied hands thrust itself through his thick chest; piercing the armored plating as though it were made of wet tissue paper. Frost flinched, eyes bucking as she started, staring with the others as the man simply ripped poor Nanue apart.

Coated in blood as he was he certainly looked the part; a cold, cruel, emotionless killer meant for only one purpose. Death. His orange body armor tucked in tight, suggesting a trim physique beneath, but those eyes, an eerie, empty pit stared back at her when he raised his head, when she met his gaze.

King Shark chose that very moment to explode. Literally.

"Katsu." the youth breathed out. Still sheathed in his chest cavity fingers clenched. In the next his victim imploded, spattering everyone in crimson droplets. What remained of his body hung like a pig skewered on a spit before them, immolated on those arms, consumed by flames. Wait...flames? Louise looked on intently, watching as ribbons of fire and flame circled down the boy's arms, seeping into his shoulders, smoldering away the blood, before finally sputtering out. Even from where she sat, she felt just a trickle of warmth.

Flames.

Like the Frost before her, she'd always had an addiction to warmth. She needed it, wanted it, craved it as a whole. It was like a drug to her, something she couldn't live without. And right here, right now, she was all but staring at a living, breathing inferno. And there, on his chest, as though someone had carved it into the steel; a fox. Her interest in the young man skyrocketed, just like the temperature.

Yummy.

"Hey, kid!" she called.

The young man turned, standing woodenly, like a puppet severed from its strings. Those blank blue eyes-stained now with a hint of scarlet-stared back at her. Confusion danced in their depths, as though he couldn't be bothered to understand why she was calling out to him, speaking to him.

"Hmm?"

She waved him over, heedless of the disbelieving looks she received from Deadshot and the others. He complied readily enough, hopping off Nanue's prone from, leaving bloody footprints in his wake. Killer Frost learned another valuable lesson in that instant; he was a killer. Sure, she'd seen him rip apart the giant, but seeing him walk, observing his movements, she knew. Not a single step was wasted, his blind spot always angled way to the south, and away from her and her fellow convicts.

"Get these things off me." she demanded.

He frowned. "Killer Frost." it sounded robotic, as though he were reciting the name from memory. "Are you a threat?"

"Who, me?" she scoffed, feigning a meek raise of her bound arms. "You just tore that fucker in half and you think I'm going to try something?"

...very well."

His hand waved once, depressing a small device before her shackles. They fell away with a dull thud, her collar following suit seconds later. She wasted no time. Her hands found his wrist, closed around them like a vice, and squeezed with all her might. Flames flared and she drank them in, relishing the warmth, the sensation, the ability to feel once more. Part of her wanted nothing more than to devour him, to consume this nova of hot searing energy and make it her own-

-and like a drunkard struggling to resist their favorite drink, she somehow managed to pull away.

"Ohhhh, yes." she purred, tugging back. "That's the stuff."

Once she'd drank her fill she released him, noting his perplexed look.

"Why did you do that?"

"Why not?" her smirk seemed to unbalance him, baffle him.

"What're you doing here?"

...my task is to supervise." A blink. "And eliminate threats.

Okay. Not much of a talker, this one. "So...that's why you killed him?"

"He was a danger." came the reply. "I saw a threat, and eliminated it."

A thorn of pride pricked at Killer Frost and held her back when she heard those words.

"Coulda handled him myself."

Another pause. To her disbelief/delight, a light flush stained his face.

"I did not intend to offend."

A smile curled around the edges of her mouth. "What's your name?"

"Naruto, ttebayo."

"Naruto?" that name rang a bell. "That's a shitty name."

...my mother told me that was my name." the boy murmured, snuffing the breezy flames out in his hand. "I like it. Yours?"

"Frost."

"I like that name. Its better than mine."

That took the wind right out of her sails.

"Oh. Shit." Great. Now she felt like a Class-A-Bitch for saying that. "Sorry...

"S'fine. I'm used to it." a pause. "Have you sustained any injuries?"

"What?"

Louise's blood began to boil-in a good way-when a hand ghosted around her back, inspecting. A trail of warmth followed. This kid...did he have any idea what he was doing? She felt her legs wobble, her knees knocking together as wave of pleasure assaulted her. All this from a bloody touch?!

"Are you injured." It was not a statement.

"N-No," she managed to stammer out, "I'm fine."

"Good." he huffed. "I do not wish to see an ally injured."

Killer Frost grinned, petting his head. She liked this kid! It certainly didn't hurt to befriend someone who was a living, breathing torch, either.

"Good fox."

A/N: And there we go! As promised, Killer Frost got her fic! She might be last, but by no means will this be the least! Now, I know there will be questions, so here it is: this Naruto was taken from a village shortly after he was born. His "mother" you ask? That's right. The big bad bitch herself, Amanda Waller. There's gonna be a lot of hard lefts and sharp rights in this story, as we seen Naruto go from a seemingly obedient little drone to a terror in his own right with our favorite Frost girl.

So...In the Immortal Words of Atlas...

...Review...Would You Kindly? And of course, enjoy the preview! Two this time, for the price of one!

(Preview!)

Naruto gulped.

"That's...a lotta guys."

Frost laid a hand on her arm. Don't worry. I gotcha."

The smile he gave her was so warm she felt her frozen heart break into a thousand tiny pieces.

"No." he spun and the gun dropped, falling from his hand to clatter across the floor. "I won't do it. I won't shoot her."

Frost felt her frozen heart skip a beat. Then she heard Waller's voice.

"Then you leave me no choice."

"Uh-oh."

In the next instant, the back of his neck began to pulse. Frost saw it and felt her already frozen blood freeze again; now that the collar was gone torn away, she could see it. And she wanted to scream. Because she saw that little red X glowing, shining more and more brightly with each passing second. Bomb. He had a bomb in his neck, and he didn't even know it. A snake of dread formed in the icy woman's gut. No...

"NO!"

R&R! =D