Batman 4 - Batman & Robin by Michael Jan Friedman

Author:Michael Jan Friedman [Friedman, Michael Jan]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 0446604585
Publisher: Warner Books

CHAPTER TEN

If Freeze had any real feelings left, if his heart hadn’t frozen in his chest like a cold, dead relic of some ancient civilization, his humiliation might have been overwhelming.

Not just because he was headed for a cell in the notoriously hellish institution known as Arkham Asylum. Not because he was being put away with some of the most sadistic criminal minds ever to caress a switchblade.

No, it was the way in which he was being transported there.

Freeze had been jammed inside a giant, subzero refrigerator on a heavy-duty gurney, the door to the refrigerator chained and padlocked shut. Only his frost-covered face was visible through the opening formerly occupied by the freezer compartment door.

It allowed him to see where he was going as a couple of armed guards trundled him through the maximum-security wing. But it also allowed the other inmates to see him, and that was the part he would have found so humiliating if he were still a mere warm-blooded human being.

The place was dark and full of shrieking pleas for help. And it smelled of things Freeze was disinclined to think about.

Through the small, barred window set into the door of one cell, he could see a dark-bearded visage emerge from the shadows. And a moment later, an arrogant smile.

“It’s good to see you, Lord of the Frigid North,” the inmate declared in a resonant and commanding voice. “Perhaps we can join forces for a little revenge. As you know, it’s a dish best served cold.”

Then he laughed. It was a sound to chill the blood—assuming one’s vessels weren’t already filled with cryogenic solution.

Freeze turned away and eyed a cell on the other side of the corridor. The inmate there was pressing his face against the bars as if trying to push his way out.

“I’ve got one for you,” he whispered. “Listen up, okay? What d’ya get when you cross a magician with an icicle? Huh? Whaddaya get? No, really, what? Just guess, for god-sakes.”

As Freeze’s conveyance passed the cell, the man grew more insistent. More desperate for an answer. But Freeze had no intention of taking part in his little game.

“All right,” the man shrieked. “I’ll tell, I’ll tell. You get a cold spell, y’see? A cold spell!”

Freeze saw. He wasn’t amused.

There were others. Not all of them talked. But all of them took notice of his passage.

“How d’ya like it?” sneered one of his guards. “You’re the common cold, and we’re the cure. Welcome home, Frost Face.”

The prisoner rolled his eyes to look up at the man. “Allow me to break the ice,” he said. “My name is Freeze. Learn it well, for it is the chilling sound of your own doom.”

The guard chuckled. “Sure it is. That’s what they all say.” He indicated a cell with a tilt of his head. “The Hatter there? Said he’d fit me for a headband a few sizes too small. The Scarecrow? Promised he’d send me screaming into the night. But here I am. And there they are.

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