Ch: 15 [Loose Ends]

Ch: 15 [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!"

"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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