The mist is thick and heavy in this building, and the temperature is definitely low enough to be felt even through her costume. But what is worse is the echo. The voice is one that mirrors the cold all around Kate. Even with his massive suit, when it's needed Victor Fries can move almost as quietly as one of the bats.
And with the ice and mist swirling, this is his element. The shadows have given way, and the voice calls out from beyond the edge.
"You wear the red and black, but here you are just a scared and frozen person."
Cold? Yes. Needless to say, this is one of those nights she's really not regretting the decision to fight crime in a wig. Things trap heat like crazy (ask a cosplayer).
But at least the ambient temperature in the room hasn't lowered enough to render the gun in her gloved hands useless.
Wait, what? A Bat with a gun? No one ever suspects the bright red pistol she keeps holstered at her belt, even if it only fires gas pellets.
Pepper gass pellets. At a velocity more than high enough to break though most glass. Especially cold, brittle, frozen glass.
"You're monologue like a Disney villain, Freeze." Pause for effect annnnd. "Let it go." She pulls the trigger.
Victor has the technology to know where this Bat is. He expects some kind of trick, much like the Batman, so he prepares the known countermeasures in his suit.
The gun, however, is not among them. It takes a moment to realize just what was happening, but it was too late. The high powered gas pellet goes rocketing through the air at a speed he couldn't anticipate.
There is the sound of breaking glass, and a material spilling on the floor with a sound akin to the hiss of acid on a material. This what he had come to steal, a material that allowed for safer freezing of subjects in cryogenics when properly applied, and the glass case that he was carrying was now shattered and spilling on the floor. The temperature now was working against him: the material froze on impact, leaving his legs frozen to the floor.
He was stuck, frozen to the ground. And for the moment, unable to fight back against Kate.
It also lowered the temperature of the contents of the pellet so much it was no longer aerolsolized, and thus had no way of getting into the air intake on his suit, like she'd hoped. So much for that.
"How long is that going to hold him in place?" she asked over the encrypted two-way communication line built into her cowl.
"At least an hour. They use the stuff in a few experimental cooling systems, there've been some... incidents," her father reported back. "But it's not exactly stable. There's no promise."
"So... I disarm him, then just babysit his Christmas Story'd ass til the cops get here?"
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The mist is thick and heavy in this building, and the temperature is definitely low enough to be felt even through her costume. But what is worse is the echo. The voice is one that mirrors the cold all around Kate. Even with his massive suit, when it's needed Victor Fries can move almost as quietly as one of the bats.
And with the ice and mist swirling, this is his element. The shadows have given way, and the voice calls out from beyond the edge.
"You wear the red and black, but here you are just a scared and frozen person."
(no subject)
But at least the ambient temperature in the room hasn't lowered enough to render the gun in her gloved hands useless.
Wait, what? A Bat with a gun? No one ever suspects the bright red pistol she keeps holstered at her belt, even if it only fires gas pellets.
Pepper gass pellets. At a velocity more than high enough to break though most glass. Especially cold, brittle, frozen glass.
"You're monologue like a Disney villain, Freeze." Pause for effect annnnd. "Let it go." She pulls the trigger.
(no subject)
The gun, however, is not among them. It takes a moment to realize just what was happening, but it was too late. The high powered gas pellet goes rocketing through the air at a speed he couldn't anticipate.
There is the sound of breaking glass, and a material spilling on the floor with a sound akin to the hiss of acid on a material. This what he had come to steal, a material that allowed for safer freezing of subjects in cryogenics when properly applied, and the glass case that he was carrying was now shattered and spilling on the floor. The temperature now was working against him: the material froze on impact, leaving his legs frozen to the floor.
He was stuck, frozen to the ground. And for the moment, unable to fight back against Kate.
(no subject)
"How long is that going to hold him in place?" she asked over the encrypted two-way communication line built into her cowl.
"At least an hour. They use the stuff in a few experimental cooling systems, there've been some... incidents," her father reported back. "But it's not exactly stable. There's no promise."
"So... I disarm him, then just babysit his Christmas Story'd ass til the cops get here?"
"Just don't put his eye out."
"Ha."