LOOSE ENDS

In the depths of the cold, dark night, Victor Fries, a man consumed by obsession and driven by grief, prepared to execute his plan to free Joe Chill and Rupert Thorne from the clutches of Arkham Asylum. His heart, once filled with love for his cryogenically preserved wife, now burned with vengeful determination.

Fries, now known as Mr. Freeze due to his tragic accident that left him dependent on a cryogenic suit, stood in the shadows outside the asylum. The glow of the moon illuminated his cold, blue-tinged skin, giving him an eerie appearance. He adjusted the control panel on his suit, ensuring it was functioning at optimal levels, ready for the assault.

He activated a device he had secretly planted within the asylum, which initiated a power surge, disrupting the facility's security systems. Lights flickered, alarms blared, and chaos ensued within the asylum's walls.

As guards and staff rushed to handle the sudden power outage, Fries seized the opportunity. He burst through the asylum's gates, encased in his cryogenic suit, the freezing mist trailing in his wake. The guards attempted to stop him, but they were no match for his arsenal of freezing weapons. Within minutes, the guards were lying incapacitated on the ground, coated with a thick layer of ice.

The doors of the asylum swung open as Fries blasted his way inside. More guards rushed to meet him. He aimed his cryo-guns at them, unleashing a torrent of subzero blasts. The guards fell before him like frozen statues, their bodies encased in ice.

He pressed forward, undeterred by the resistance.

The turrets mounted on the wall tracked his movement and began firing. Bullets ricocheted harmlessly off his cryogenic suit, unable to penetrate its impenetrable surface. Fries retaliated, unleashing his cryo-blasters and reducing the turrets to piles of frozen debris.

He continued his rampage through the asylum, leaving a trail of frozen destruction in his wake. On his way, he broke the doors to several cells, freeing the inmates. Some ran in fear, while others joined his assault, reveling in the chaos.

Finally, he reached the maximum security wing where Joe Chill and Rupert Thorne were being held. Before him stood a solid steel door, reinforced to withstand even the most powerful attacks. He did not hesitate. He powered up his cryo-blasters and unleashed a barrage of subzero energy beams upon the door. It groaned under the immense pressure, but refused to yield.

Undeterred, Fries increased the level of his attack. The cryogenic beams grew stronger, colder, and more powerful. The steel door began to buckle and crack under the relentless assault. Finally, with one final blast, it shattered into pieces, granting him access to the cell block beyond.

Inside this wing, the metahuman criminals were kept behind multiple containment fields. These fields were designed to restrain and suppress their superhuman abilities, rendering them helpless. But, he could care less as he made his way to the darkest corner of the cell block.

Joe Chill was sitting in his cell, handcuffed to a chair, when Mr. Freeze entered. Fries wasted no time in freeing him from his restraints.

"Where is Thorne?" Fries growled, his voice distorted and mechanized by his cryogenic suit.

Chill pointed to the cell across from his own, where Thorne was imprisoned. Fries quickly destroyed the containment field surrounding his cell and freed him as well.

"It's about damn time," Thorne sneered as he stepped out of his cell. "Now, let's get out of here."

With Joe Chill and Rupert Thorne now liberated from their cells in Arkham Asylum, chaos continued to unfold within the facility. The inmates, fueled by the madness that permeated the asylum, had joined Mr. Freeze's rampage, creating a frenzied and unpredictable atmosphere.

As the group made their way through the dimly lit corridors, Fries took the lead with his cryogenic suit, freezing any security personnel who dared to challenge them. The path to freedom was treacherous, with alarms blaring and emergency lights casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Thorne, emboldened by their escape, couldn't resist taunting their captors as they passed by a group of disoriented guards. "You fools thought you could hold us here forever! You underestimate the power of revenge!"

Chill, on the other hand, remained silent, his thoughts filled with a mixture of relief and anticipation. He had spent a decade within the cold and unforgiving walls of Arkham, and now, the taste of freedom was within reach.

As they approached the asylum's main entrance, Fries activated the security override system he had prepared in advance. The massive steel doors slowly began to open, revealing the moonlit night beyond.

However, the chaos has alerted the GCPD. And thanks to Thomas Wayne's order, they were permitted to open, shoot to kill.

The GCPD officers blocked the only bridge, connecting Arkham to the city, their weapons raised and trained on the group of escapees. They were clad in tactical gear, ready to prevent the inmates from fleeing into the city.

"Freeze!" one of the officers shouted, his voice filled with authority and determination. "Drop your weapons and surrender now!"

Mr. Freeze's cold, mechanical voice resonated within his cryogenic suit as he faced the armed officers, "You will not stand in my way."

He reached into a compartment on his cryogenic suit and pulled out several cryogenic bombs, each emitting an eerie blue glow. With a precise flick of his wrist, he tossed the bombs towards the officers.

"OPEN FIRE!" The officers began to shoot, but...

The cryogenic bombs exploded upon impact, releasing a wave of intense cold that froze the ground and the officers' weapons. Ice quickly formed around their feet, rendering them immobile. It was a calculated move by Mr. Freeze, designed to incapacitate the police without causing them permanent harm.

"Follow me," Fries said. The group hurried towards the edge of the bridge, overlooking the dark waters below. He used his cryo-beams to create a makeshift ice slide, a frozen pathway leading down to the raging waters.

"Move!" he commanded, and the group slid down the ice slide, Chill and Thorne stumbling but managing to maintain their balance. The icy surface was slippery, adding to the adrenaline-fueled escape.

At the base of the slide, a small boat awaited them, hidden in the shadows. It was a sleek vessel, equipped with a powerful engine that would propel them away from the asylum and towards the safety of the city.

As the group reached the bottom of the ice slide, Fries urged them to hurry into the boat. Chill and Thorne scrambled aboard, their faces a mix of fear and excitement. They knew that this was their chance to escape the clutches of the law and exact their revenge on those who had wronged them.

Mr. Freeze activated the engine, the roar echoing in the still night air. The boat surged forward, slicing through the dark waters of the river. They were leaving Arkham Asylum behind, the chaos they had incited fading into the distance.

However...

[Bang!] A bullet pierced through Chill's head, killing him on the spot, then followed by another bullet, that pierced through Thorne's head.

"NOOOO!!!" Fries' scream was drowned by the raging waves of the water.

🥶🥶[IMAGE OF Mr. FREEZE]🥶🥶

[Far away] [Location: Classified]

"Targets eliminated," A man, hidden in the shadows took out his phone and checked his account balance, "Nice doing business with you... Mr. Butler."

[Meanwhile at the Mayor's Office]

In the Mayor's Office, Thomas Wayne's phone buzzed, disrupting the heavy silence that had settled over the room. He picked it up, noticing the caller ID displayed as "Alfred."

"Alfred, what's the situation?" He asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Good evening, sir. I'm pleased to inform you that the job has been successfully completed," Alfred's voice came through the phone, laced with the usual calm professionalism.

Thomas couldn't help but smile with relief, "That's excellent news, Alfred. Thank you for handling it. Now, it's time for us to move forward."

"Indeed, sir. I'll await your further instructions," The butler replied.

He leaned back in his chair, contemplating the next steps. He then had a thought that brought a genuine smile to his face, "Alfred, how about we throw a party to celebrate Bruce's quick recovery? I think it's about time we bring some joy back into this house."

A sense of warmth and enthusiasm crept into Alfred's tone, "That's a splendid idea, sir. I shall start making the necessary arrangements immediately."

"Hahaha... Take it easy, now. We have a week to prepare," He said with a smile as he picked up the photo frame from the table.

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