“Hold positions” Batman growled as only he could. “Nightwing, move”

Dick hadn’t went by that name in years and he wasn’t particularly fond of going by it again. “Move” Bruce hissed again. He had forgotten. Before Dick ever did anything, he had his ritual. Placing his headphone in with an indie song you’ve never heard of playing, he revved the engine of the old heavy set Mark II Batmobile and slammed his foot down. Dick always was fond of the old Tumbler Batmobile, it was the first one he ever got to drive. Ploughing through sheets of ice like a bat out of hell, pun not intended,  the former Nightwing was glad the old STAR Labs corridors were as wide as they were long. Over his radio he could hear the other members of the family swooping in from their respective perches. The faint rattle on the steering wheel let Dick know that there were crazy thugs being bounced off of the black monster of a vehicle.

A flick of a button my his first ward and Bruce watched as the ice ceiling came tumbling down. Diving down through the falling ice, Batman crashed onto a console in front of Freeze. “VICTOR IT’S OVER!” Fries lunged for Bruce but the wiley vigilante had other ideas. Grabbing Freeze from behind he launched his rope into the air and pulled the villain up through the rafters. He had something in mind for this particular foe…

The fight had been going on for just over an hour. The snow had been stained by the blood of the combatants on the Robert Kane bridge. The bulky Freeze had been ripped from his suit by Bruce. At his age, the old Bat’s swell-muscled body was littered with battle scars from blades, bullets and broken bones and every inch ached in fights like this. Fries had obviously been training in his time for this very outcome. That said, it only took a second for Bruce to switch positions and make his way behind the iceman. He was faster than most fighters, he had trained with the best. His strong arms wrapped the cold hearted bruiser in a full nelson. With what little strength he had left, Victor stormed towards the edge of the bridge. The two men went over the railing, Bruce grabbed the rail but Fries went right over, following his late wife down the 100ft drop.

Laying upon the frozen water, blood seeping from inside his ear, body broken, Fries watched as the Bat family amassed over him. A family, something he would never have. “Victor” A voice called. “Victor, it’s time to come home” Bruce dropped down to his knees and looked over his fallen foe, placing a hand on the scientists chest. “Sleep well, Victor. She’s waiting for you”

“Nora”…..Victor smiled.