|| HI! So as much as I love banter, I'd really like some more storylines on this account 🙏 LIKE if you're interested in plotting a semi-descriptive storyline. RT to spread the word! Please and thank you!!!

"It, this dreadful disease, it has taken you from me and my blood boils with rage. I am lost without you, vengeance took over my life. I will save you, Nora. I will bring you back to me... You will feel the wind blow through your hair once more."

Silence fell for a brief moment, the cold radiating from Fries and his suit made the air around them frigid and uncomfortable for all but him. "A window." He replied, in a dark and almost robotic voice. Not wishing to pay much attention to this 'Riddle Man.'

"Memories. They're painful and yet they bring me a strange sense of joy as I reminisce about our time together, when the days were warmer..."

"I find myself, on the darkest of nights, craving only a few simple things... Her hand, in mine. Her warm touch and a gentle whisper in my ear; sweet nothings from the woman I love..."

Mr. Freeze offers the young lady some peppermint leaves, a warm smile upon his features as he hands the small bush of leaves to her. "Chew or even sniff on these. It'll fix you right up."

He rolled his eyes, a light chuckle escaping him at her strange nature. Freeze wasn't one for dealing in drugs but he knew why she'd question him. "It's something Nora used to do," he replied, "Whenever she felt ill with stomach pains. It helps, makes you feel better."

He narrowed his eyes, a scowl now forming upon his features as he glared at the girl. "And what more would I have to share with you? Why should I say anymore?"

"Pain. The memories I hold of you, the feelings they stir up in me... Nothing but pain. I know, I promised you that I would not dream. I swore to you that my hopes would not get the better of me. But Nora, sweet Nora, I'm afraid they have once again gotten the better of me."

"In those days now long gone, when I was just a young man so full of nervous anxiety, you were always there for me. A hand to hold. A friend to confide in. A lover to cherish. You are my world, Nora. I cannot lose you. I will save you."

"The colder weather brings me back into Gotham's unwelcoming, unloving, arms."

"I am." Victor responded in a cold, almost harsh, manner. "What of it, Clown?"

"Face paint or not, you're still a fool."