#coldcriminal

cut down on rent. rent is for losers > : /

  it is his fault. it is his fault that he hadn’t made sure the correct cryogenic formula was loaded up in the freeze gun. the one thing that was the most important, the one thing he had spent months on, and he hadn’t even bothered to double check it. he hadn’t checked it, and the wrong thing had made nora’s cells turn to ice. loosing her had been hard, but after his new condition, he wouldn’t have wished the same fate on anyone. but nora wasn’t the same as him, she didn’t have to be kept cold like he did. but her world was still based in ice, just because he hadn’t bothered to check a second time.

perhaps because he had just been so focused on loosing her. she was here though, she was alive, but now forever tied to an icy world. victor thought his condition would leave him forever alone, because no one could face the cold that victor had to to survive. but nora could, like a tragic love tale out of a book.she would always be the person for him, the one that his heart kept beating for.his own mutated blue eyes moved to search over her, a gloved hand moving to reach out for her hand. ’ you are my everything nora. you have made me feel loved, in a world that didn’t. ’ victor’s free hand moved to pull a necklace from his suit pocket, the last thing nora had told him to get before she was gone. the locket from their anniversary. ‘ i held onto it for you.  ‘

        NORA KNEW BETTER THAN TO PUSH THIS MATTER EVEN FURTHER THAN SHE BROUGHT IT, yet were her words any far from the truth? her disease would end up killing her one day, suffering every day that went by, hoping for another chance at survival. she was far too weak to even get up from the bed on her own, too weak to care for herself and all the burdens had fallen into victor’s shoulders. now that she was changed there was so much to learn –––– even if they were rather different in some aspects, victor’s heart remained the same. he was still the man she had fallen in love with, so deeply that she would move the mountains and the stars for him. even if bringing up the past was painful, believing he had killed her before her time arrived, it was a guilt she could not take away but would soothe every time she was allowed to. 

        HIS HAND SEEKING FOR HERS WAS QUICKLY MEETING WITH HERS, longing was she for the touch of her husband once more and even if icy eyes focused on their hands together, all she could think of was how she wished she could carry all of his pain just like he did with her. every day, every time.

        ❝ and so are you for me, victor. when i was sick... ❞ she trailed off for a few moments. ❝ you cared for me every day, no complaints, only being the selfless CARING husband you are. ❞ perhaps the world would remain unkind to him, but at least he wouldn’t need to face it alone. not anymore. never again. there was a small gasp when she saw the necklace and a smile grew in her lips. ❝ you kept it all this time? ❞

There are certain sounds that have become familiar to the Kid during her tenure with Oswald Cobblepot and his associates, the muttering of plans that she hears from room to room, the sudden shock of a scream, a gunshot, then complete silence... The calming hum of Mr. Freeze’s suit. 

She felt safer with him here in the mansion, he was, after all, someone she used to know, someone who was once kind to her. It saddened her, what he had become, that Nora was gone. But she had to focus on cleaning blood off the floor, she had to get it done quickly, she hadn’t messed up a task yet, she was scared to find out what would happen if she ever did. 

She never complained, however, not about anything, even if her body was visibly starting to ware out. But there was no one to check on her, at least, she didn’t believe so.

               ‘— i need your help.’ it wasn’t exactly what he wanted to say, but he figured it was the best way to open up a line of dialogue (along with the point of the smoothie). ‘that is all.’