Somewhere in
Gotham City …
There was something more than remarkable about the
man who strolled around the overrun garden of the old Gotham Power Station, and
not just the fact that he was there at all.
The station had been closed for five years now and
it was in such a state of disrepair that the local council was considering
having it demolished.
But the figure that moved quietly through the long
grass didn't know that, nor did he care. The station was cool inside and it had
the potential to become even cooler. He stopped presently and bent down to
touch a lonely flower that had managed to rise amongst the weeds, " Ah, a
flower that blooms in adversity is the most precious of all flowers." He
quoted softly.
His voice hinted at a slight accent but was
otherwise toneless and without feeling. He knew of another flower, one close to
his heart who had struggled as the one before him. But she would not see the
spring as this one had and she would never feel the warm breeze that would have
once made him sweat uncontrollably.
With sudden emotion he grasped the flower by its
fragile stem and reefed it from the ground. "Some flowers are not meant
for this cruel world." He rasped, crunching the petals in his large hands.
He surveyed the garden, his eyes taking in the
distant skyscrapers of Gotham City. He could see the dense smog that settled
over the City like a dark shadow and the glare of the sun against the
windowpanes.
He shook his head, it was wrong. He smelt the heat
from the earth and then studied the life in the garden. Wrong he thought to himself. What he needed was ice.
Cold, lifeless ice.
Its beauty never failed to impress him. Not only
did it suffocate life, freezing it at its most pristine but it also captured it
and preserved it for all to see. "Yesss," he hissed, "I need
Ice."
His eyes focused on the city once more and a dark
smile spread across his almost frozen features. No longer would the citizens
gripe about the unending summer … soon … soon winter would come all too soon.
He shuddered as a chill ran down his spine and he smiled
at the sensation. "Soon they will be chilled," he snarled, "They
too will spend their lives in my frozen hell. They will know the coldness of my
touch, never again too feel the warmth of a human body."
He gazed at the power station where his frozen
flower waited inside for him.
"Gothamites will join me in my cold
damnation! They will see their loved ones frozen, captured in ice. Then … then
they will know, they will see. Ice is eternity! " He laughed the laugh of
a mad man, " I have found eternal life my love, my Nora. Together we will
share it with the world!"
Victor freeze levelled the garden with an icy
stare, " Hell is about to freeze over."
