Chapter Eleven

Mrs. Wilder was still shaken from having been frozen, but she could still walk. She spotted Bruce Wayne looking out a window and walked up to him. The millionaire started acting. Nightwing, once again disguised as Batman, barged in, breaking a window and surprising Mrs. Wilder. Bruce pretended to be scared.

"W-what do you want?"

"You rich brat, while Gotham was getting frozen, you were hiding in your playhouse."

Dick Grayson did one good impression of Batman. Bruce continued his expert acting. "What could I have done?"

"You could have given support tot eh police force. One way you can make up for your selfishness and maybe repair your reputation is sending out money for the victims. Goodbye." The Nightwing/Batman swung out of the mansion. Mrs. Wilder went up to Bruce.

"I was going to pursue the fact that you're Batman, but I think I was just disproved."

"How about dinner tonight?"

"No can do."

Mrs. Wilder walked away. Bruce had succeeded.

Arkham Asylum

Victor Fries looked out of his one cell window. His refrigerated prison kept him alive, but he was without his suit, making escapes hard to plan. He finished up on an ice sculpture of Batman and then kicked it, sending the shards flying. Curse the Bat.

The End