Let's Be Batman Pt. 18

For almost a week, Gotham City had been dealing with the weirdest weather anyone could imagine. Large swaths of Gotham City were covered in ice. No one could remember a bizarre weather pattern like this before. While the local news blamed the strange cold spots on natural variations in the weather, Tommy thought of a more sinister culprit:

Victor Fries.

'It has to be him,' Tommy thought. He was sitting at the Batcave computer, deep in thought. If there were cold patterns, Mr. Freeze must be behind it. Everyone else had written him off because the previous Batman had seemingly killed him 3 years before. In the Bat computer, though, Batman had expressed doubt about Freeze being killed so easily.

But, Tommy couldn't understand how he was generating so much ice. According to the Batcave's files, Freeze should only be able to generate the ice to freeze a block, not half the city. Tommy furrowed his brow.

"Goddammit," He said finally, tossing a pen in frustration. No matter how hard he tried, he just wasn't smart enough. 'Maybe I should call Batgirl,' He thought, before dismissing the notion. She was in Bludhaven to help someone with something and couldn't be here.

Not that Tommy necessarily wanted to talk to her, anyway. Things with Batgirl were... weird.

Tommy thought. 'Maybe I'm focusing on the wrong question,' He finally realized. 'Maybe I need to find him first, then figure out how he's doing what he's doing.'

But how to do that? Tommy was deep in thought. Eventually, far longer than you'd think, it clicked: it's cold in pockets, so which pocket is coldest? Tommy ran a temperature read of Gotham City.

He found one area that was colder than the rest. It was a set of abandoned buildings along the river. He looked up who owned them and found Gothcorp Industries. The office park was scheduled to be demolished but not for 3 more months. The name "Gothcorp" resonated in Tommy's head and he brought up Freeze's file.

"Gotcha!" He said to no one. Listed under Freeze's former place of employment, Tommy saw "Gothcorp Industries." Tommy hopped up and began putting on his suit. While he did so, one thought ran through his mind:

'I hope it's not too cold out there.'

***

Tommy glided to the top of one of the many abandoned GothCorp buildings in this neighborhood and looked around. It was cold and many of the buildings had light frost on their windows. 'Must be the place,' He thought. Unconsciously he wrapped his cape around him to warm up. A small whir was heard and Tommy could feel his suit get warmer. There must be a heating system, he thought.

Investigating the facility, Tommy found one building in the center of the complex seemed colder than the rest.

'Well, have to start somewhere,' Tommy thought to himself. He crept to the top of that building and entered through the roof.

As he dropped down and headed deeper into the abandoned warehouse, he marveled at the condition the building was in. Pipes were frozen solid and the floor was slick with ice. Tommy had to walk carefully to avoid falling.

Finally, Tommy came to a door that seemed to lead to the main room in the warehouse. He slowly opened the door and crept inside.

Tommy found himself on a catwalk, overlooking a large facility with a variety of equipment. In the very center of the room he found the man he was after: Mr. Freeze. The Iceman was hunched over a console while wearing his ubiquitous suit. The suit made him look large and imposing and when he turned, Tommy could see his cold, dead eyes. He had a shark's eyes.

Looking at him, Tommy couldn't help but feel intimidated. Tommy didn't know how he was supposed to take a beast like this down. He knew how Batman had taken Mr. Freeze down, but Mr. Freeze was smart and calculating; trying the same thing would only get him killed.

Tommy glanced around, searching for a plan of attack. He surveyed the series of tubes, computers and chemicals that were littered around Mr. Freeze. A stack of heavy pipes hung in the air over the center of the room. A woman seemed to be floating inside a massive chamber.

'That must be Mrs. Fries,' Tommy thought. 'But if that's Mrs. Fries, then who is that...?'

Tommy's focused shifted over to another seemingly blue woman who was strapped to a gurney in the left corner of the room. She had liquid flowing in and out of her. When it entered it looked like pure, ordinary water but when it left it seemed to be glowing blue. Whatever was happening to her looked like it wasn't pleasant; she appeared conscious but just barely. Tommy knew he needed to do something.

Tommy took a deep breath and silently dropped to the floor of the warehouse. He was opposite of the trapped woman, with Mr. Freeze between them. Cautiously he tiptoed along the side of the room and attempted to make his way toward the woman. Maybe he could unplug her from Freeze's machine and get her to safety before-

"Hello, Batman," Mr. Freeze monotoned. He slowly turned around, holding up his massive freeze gun. "I've been expecting you. I wonder why it took you so long to find me."

"Oh, you know how traffic can be," Tommy quipped. If Mr. Freeze found Tommy's joke humorous he did not show it.

Mr. Freeze walked towards the center of the room, getting closer to Tommy. As he neared, Tommy pulled out a batarang with his left hand. Freeze instantly activated his freeze gun, dousing Tommy's hand with a freezing liquid. It froze his hand solid, pinning it against the wall of the warehouse. Tommy struggled to free himself.

"Why must you bother me with these petty squabbles, Batman?" Freeze asked. "I only want to save my dearly departed Nora. Is that a crime?" Freeze motioned towards his encased wife.

"No," Tommy replied, "But freezing over Gotham seems like a crime. And doing whatever you're doing to that woman sure as shit is."

"Oh, don't mind Killer Frost," Mr. Freeze said. "She is a necessary sacrifice. I would trade 100 Frosts to save Nora. She is needed to create the large quantities of cold I need to hopefully freeze Nora's condition in her blood. The runoff that is freezing Gotham is... unfortunate. But necessary."

The name "Killer Frost" didn't ring a bell with Tommy. He continued to struggle to free his left hand. Freeze aimed his gun and supplied more ice to Tommy's left arm, burying it up to his elbow.

"It's no use struggling, Batman," Freeze intoned. "Accept the cold embrace of your doom."

"You're forgetting one thing, Freeze," Tommy said.

"Oh? What's that?" Freeze asked, genuinely curious.

"I'm right-handed," Tommy said. A batarang slipped into his right hand and he threw it. It flew far above Freeze's head. Freeze nevertheless ducked and, when he realized he hadn't been hit, gave a very, very slight smile.

"You missed," Freeze said. He held up his gun and aimed. He became distracted, however, by a noise above him. Freeze looked up and saw that the metal wire suspending the pipes above his head had been cut.

"No I didn't," Tommy replied. The pipes fell on Freeze with a heavy thud, burying him. Tommy pulled out a heat ray from his utility belt and used it on his ice-encased hand; slowly, he was able to pull it out of the ice. He held the heat ray close to his hand and felt sharp needles as he was able to restore feeling. He shook his hand and clenched a fist to get the blood pumping again.

Quickly making his way over to Killer Frost, Tommy searched for a way to free her from her predicament. While he did so, he couldn't help but stare at her. Killer Frost had a killer body. She was short, maybe 5'3" or so, but that just enhanced her classic hourglass figure. She wore a dark blue one-piece suit that wrapped around her neck but left her milky white legs uncovered. Her suit was thin, almost sheer, and wrapped tightly around her massive breasts. When Tommy looked closely, he could just barely make out her nipples. The rest of her was bare.

Frost's face gave evidence to her being in pain. Her eyes were shut tightly and her lids fluttered as if she were dreaming. Her lip was upturned just slightly. Her hair was moderately short and shockingly white; bits of ice hung on to the tips of it.

Tommy removed a glove and touched her skin tentatively. She was ice cold. He quickly put his glove back on to protect himself from the freezing temperatures. Tommy reached to her arm and delicately pulled out the tubes that were pumping clear liquid into her. The liquid spilled and landed on the floor, crinkling Tommy's nose with a foul odor. Tommy traced the liquid to a tank and twisted the knob at the top, turning it off.

As Tommy returned to Frost, he noticed that the blue liquid had stopped trailing out of her. He disconnected those tubes as well and undid the straps pinning her down. Gently, he shook her.

"Hello? Ms. Frost? ...Killer?" Tommy asked, softly shaking her. She didn't move. Tommy poked her lightly in the ribs. Still nothing. Tommy reached a hand out for Killer Frost's neck, hoping to find a pulse.

A hand shot out and grabbed Tommy by the wrist before he could get there. Tommy glanced up and into Killer Frost's wild eyes. She threw Tommy's arm to the side with surprising force and tried to get off the examination table. She stumbled as she took her first step and slumped to her knees. Tommy ran around the table and tried to attend to her. He got to his knees to help.

"Are you okay?" He asked. Frost's eyes were closed tightly, as if she were concentrating. She put out a hand, as if asking for help getting up. Tommy grabbed her by the arm to help her up.

Suddenly, Killer Frost's other hand clasped over his mouth. Her skin was ice against his bare skin. Tommy could feel his whole body getting colder, his warmth being pulled from his body and into Killer Frost's. He could feel icicles on his eyelids and everything was going black...

Frost's hand fell from Tommy's mouth and to her own. She began coughing up a fit and slumped to the floor. Tommy took a deep breath as he felt his warm blood flood back into his face. He wiped his eyes to clear them of ice. He was vaguely aware that Frost was talking to herself.

"Bastard," She mustered out between coughs. "I've lost too much."

"What the hell did you do to me?" Tommy asked her.

She measured her response before she said it. "I need heat to survive. Freeze used me to supercool something but it sapped me of all my heat. If I don't get some soon I'll die."

"So you tried to take all mine???" Tommy asked, wild-eyed. "I was saving you!"

Killer Frost looked at him, annoyed. "Oh calm down, you're fine. Besides, I'm too weak to pull it out of your body right now. I need it to feel it in the air or feel it inside me." She turned to Tommy and grabbed him by the leg. "You better figure out how to save me or I can still steal all your heat, even if it doesn't save me!"

Tommy tried to think. 'C'mon, man, how can I create a bunch of heat quickly, both in the air and inside her...'

Eventually, far longer than you'd think, it clicked.

***

"Oh God, fuck me harder you son of a bitch!" Killer Frost screamed, pulling herself closer to Tommy. She was on top of him, leaning forward onto his chest, while he had her ass in his hands and was bucking his hips up, driving his cock inside her.

Tommy tried to concentrate but it was extremely difficult. It wasn't the ice queen begging to get fucked above him, although the way her DD breasts jiggled over top of him every time he thrusted made his dick ache. What distracted him was how cold he was. His body was cool, thanks to the heat continuously being provided by the suit. But his cock was only warm when he was pounding her furiously; every time he slowed, even a little bit, he could feel a shudder through his entire body.

It made for a simple solution: simply never stop not fucking her really hard. But Tommy was getting colder, his hips were getting tired, his breathing ragged.

Plus he was worried he might cum too soon. Frost wasn't just apparently a sociopathic murderer; she was also an incredibly dirty talker. He had assumed that she would be rather... well, cold in bed, but she was anything but. Tommy couldn't believe some of the things that were coming out of her mouth. Tommy was lying underneath her and she was speaking into his ear.

"Stick that big fucking baby maker in my tight hole!"

"That's it, Batman, fuck the pretty out of me!"

"You better give me something to fuck myself to tomorrow!"

"Oh Gooooooood fuck me like a farm animal!"

"Dear Lord," Tommy whispered, never stopping his rhythm lest his cock freeze. He gripped her ass tight and fucked her as hard as he could, his balls slapping against her as he bottomed out in her pussy. He was fighting a losing battle against cumming.

Frost heard his groaning and guessed what was coming. "No no no," She told him, "You are NOT cumming yet. I need more heat."

She pulled Tommy out of her and reached between her legs to grab Tommy's dick. Tommy tried to stifle a high-pitched squeal as his cock was engulfed in sub-zero temperatures. Any thought of cumming instantly vanished. His balls ascended rapidly into his abdomen. Glancing down, Tommy noticed that he could see heat rising off his dick. He shuddered violently.

Killer Frost smiled. She rolled over onto her back and pointed towards her pussy with both hands. "Get back in there," She ordered.

Tommy got up onto his knees and stared in horror at his poor, shivering dick. "I don't think I can," He muttered. Both of his hands covered his dick and balls, trying desperately to warm them back up.

"Sure you can," Killer Frost replied, "You just need the proper motivation." She lied back and began massaging one of her big tits. With the other she formed an icicle from the water vapor in the air. She brought it near her mouth and licked it from tip to tip. Then she stuck it in her mouth, engulfing it entirely. She pulled it out and stared longingly at it.

"I felt that in my throat," She told Tommy. His dick twitched slightly in response.

Frost brought the icicle down to her pussy, sliding it up and down her slit. She moaned without opening her mouth. She looked at Tommy, smiled slyly, and stuck the icicle in her pussy. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she moaned, this time her mouth open wide.

She began fucking herself with the icicle, sliding it in and out. She pulled it all the way out of her and lifted it up, angling it so that it slid against her clit. She began working herself faster and faster, massaging one giant tit in her other hand. Tommy was stroking himself now, albeit gingerly. His cock was freezing, maybe frostbitten, but the sight of this supervillainess pleasuring herself in front of him was too much to bear.

Frost had her eyes closed and was fucking herself quickly now. Her head bucked with the movement of her hand and she twisted her nipple roughly. Tommy got between her legs and lifted her hand containing the icicle, tossing it to the side. Frost opened her eyes and laughed with surprise just as Tommy slid his revived cock back inside her.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Frost screamed, her body shaking. Tommy realized that she had been close to cumming and the feeling of his relatively warm cock had sent her over the edge. He couldn't slow down his pace so Frost went wild on his dick, thrashing herself around and groaning from her throat. Putting his hands on her shoulders to hold her down, Tommy began fucking her as hard as he could.

Frost was barely able to recover with Tommy pounding her pussy. She struggled to move but Tommy had her pinned down. She began to speak to him, egging him on.

"Better make this worth it, Batman. Never get to... mmm... never get to fuck me again so you better make it worth it. Do you want to cum inside me, line my unnh line my walls with your cum? Maybe my mouth. Or my perfect tits. Fuck... yeah, that's it, my pussy. Cum in my perfect pussy, Batman, I'm so cold, I need your hot cum spurting inside m-"

Tommy thrusted deeply and groaned, shooting his hot cum in Killer Frost's frigid pussy. The cum spread and Tommy ahh'd not just at the sweet release but also at the warm feeling of semen surrounding his dick. He finished cumming and quickly pulled out before his cum froze and stuck him in side.

Tommy pulled out with a pop. A small dollop of cum flicked out of his cock and landed on Killer Frost's stomach, giving off steam before slowly freezing. Frost picked it off her body and popped it in her mouth. She rolled it around on her tongue before swallowing it. Satisfied, she smacked her lips at Tommy.

"I feel MUCH better," Killer Frost said.

"Glad I-I-I could s-save your life," Tommy replied, shuddering violently. He looked down in horror at his cock. It was blue and wet, increasingly getting colder as Frost's pussy juices froze around his dick. More terrifyingly, a black mark was forming on his dick. It took Tommy a moment to realize that it was a hand print where Frost had grabbed him. Tommy used his cape and furiously tried to dry off his dick. He removed his gloves and held it, trying to warm it back up.

As he did so, he began to feel the familiar sensation of his warmth being taken from him. Opening his eyes, he could see Frost with her arm extended, draining him. She was smiling. Tommy coughed and his breath was filled with bits of ice. He fell onto his side.

Suddenly, the feeling stopped. Tommy looked up at Frost.

"I guess I probably shouldn't kill you," She told him. She smiled at him, still naked, her hands on her hips in victory. Her exquisite breasts jiggled when she talked. "You never know when I'm going to need an emergency heat transfer."

Tommy tried to respond but all he could do was shiver.

***

(Meanwhile, across town at Arkham Aylum...)

Poison Ivy languished in her cell. She had already tended to the small succulents in her cell (they were the only plants she was allowed), she had done some light exercise until the guard's not-so-subtle leering made her stop, and now she was lying on her cot.

"Lights out!" A guard called out. The lights went out, leaving only faint flourescent light in the walkway. Ivy waited. Like clockwork, she began to hear a familiar sound coming from the cell next to her. It was annoyingly loud. Even when Ivy rolled onto her side and placed a pillow over her head, she could still hear the voice.

"Oh, Mr. J., give it to me just like he did... oh I've been a bad girl... mmmm..."

Ivy knocked on the brick wall that separated the two cells. It was no use, though; the sound continued to rise.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck Mr... Mr. B, fuck me harder, right in my ass, just like a little whore deserves, OHHHHH!!"

The girl in the cell next to Ivy climaxed, slapping the wall. Ivy lied with her eyes closed, trying to ignore the sounds and the slight dampness in her pussy. Finally, the noise died down and Ivy welcomed the silence.

Ivy didn't know what to think of her next-door neighbor. Harley Quinn, real name Harleen Quinzel, had arrived about 3 weeks earlier, voluntarily admitting herself to, in her words, "figure out some stuff." Despite her reputation, she had been a model patient. She had done so well that they had let her help distribute some of the milder sedatives that they gave patients.

The only real vice Harley had were these nightly masturbation sessions. Ivy suspected the guards didn't say anything because they were too busy enjoying the show. Overall, everyone seemed to think Harley was making real progress.

Ivy wasn't quite so sure.

Overall, Ivy didn't mind Harley. She even liked her. But she didn't trust her. There was something in the way Harley acted when she thought no one was watching her that unsettled Ivy. When Harley had first arrived Ivy had tried to talk to her about maybe making a jailbreak; Harley had quickly whispered the she couldn't because they "needed one more." Ivy didn't know what that meant.