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As Cold As Ice: So It Begins...

But the warmth didn’t last for long: the dastardly Mr. Freeze was at it again, this time with a new sinister creation promised to wreak havoc all throughout Gotham goddamn City.

“Buwahaha! Woe be-eth to the tiddly winks audacious enough to grok it as warm in the midst of my melancholic bereavement. This utter lapse of feeling, this hibernation of painful and eloquent pontification, of altruistic potential shattered by the evil reality of man and his deeds against nature: oh Barbara! I lament! If only I could feel the nape of your neck one last time… But alas and woe is me and I promise this be not a digression: Batman shall pay for all evils committed. If Lucius Fouquet Freeze IV shall never feel the warmth of his lover’s embrace, then everyone will Gotham must die.”

It was almost time for M. Freeze to reveal the means of Gotham’s annihilation. In an alleyway behind “Mulligan’s Pub and Scrub Bathhouse (Boys Only Plz!)”, Freeze whipped out and put it on the slab.

“My fellow derelicts: I bring you gifts..”

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