Cold-Blooded

Blizzard

Alias was ready.

It only took her less than four minutes to recover and restore herself to optimum health via her cryogenic drip, her blistered skin weaving together to create a fresh new layer whilst the fractures across her face melted away, her cloudy, lilac eyes seemingly seductive under her gaze. She had changed into her alternate battle suit that was designed after the Arkham Knight's own attire, the Arkham symbol curved around her left breast and shoulder and both sleeves copying the texture. But in the space of all that time, everything happened; Poison Ivy, with the help of Batman, had saved Gotham City from inevitable chaos but had been her last act she would perform, and the man in black brought almost every villain into custody. And with Scarecrow now taking complete control because of the Knight's stunt with the Cloudburst, Alias wouldn't be close to impressed if the fear-o-philiac somehow turned the tables with that condescending cunning of his.

The excavator battle must've been over because the Dark Knight exploded out of the floor crates and took out six militia in seconds; she crossed her arms tight under her bust, his suit has improved the last time they met which was a couple of hours ago. Already the walking shadow has learnt new tricks, but so had the frozen maiden thanks to the physical and mental stress she put herself through. Her padlock to her mind had finally cracked open and revealed more secrets than many. Ice wasn't the only thing she could manipulate, no, she was given the ability to heal wounds, whether it was organic or not. Her first piece of evidence was Rex, who had broken down into tears when she restored his voice. If only she could heal her shattered past; she wasn't a success, she was a mistake. Her becoming a Meta was an accident, she was supposed to be dead. But they failed, Syndicate failed.

It didn't take long until the henchmen that were supposed to be guarding the Commissioner were out cold on the floor, even the combat specialists were unconscious, and Alias sighed in tiring disappointment as she swayed up from behind Gordan. "The Dark Knight proves himself once again. How very barbaric of you, using brutal strategy and finding an opponent's weakness through fear."

"You're working for the wrong side, Alias," he replied back, his deep, stoic tone ringing through the air and she shrugged.

"And how would you know? Any side you're on is the right side to you but might not be for anybody else; doesn't mean that you're on the wrong side. What would you call that? A chaotic good? How I work is more of a first come, first paid basis; I didn't actually think I'd meet you in person."

"It's not too late."

"Maybe not, but I still want to fight the Bat. So, if you don't mind, I'll handicap for you." Militia in white, red and black flooded out of the elevator and surrounded Batman, with the most versatile brute offered and two combat specialists, and her smile widened when he watched him click his knuckles; a taunt. "Hope you don't mind."

"I'm touched." One specialist made the first move by hopping onto the shoulders of a medic before leaping towards the Dark Knight, directing their sword in a downwards strike, but he saw through their attack and blocked it with his own bladed gauntlets. He wasn't finished disarming the specialist and knocking them out when two guys rushed in on him, but were consequently punched in the face with the force of bricks when they thought trying to hit him at the same time would slow him down. Then Alias jumped onto his back and used him as a springboard, pushing him onto the floor while she executed a backwards flip; they both recovered at the same time but Batman was on his feet and she was just getting off one knee.

"Surprised? I might be cold, but I can move just as fast as you." She lifted her hand to slap away two batarangs that he threw and the misty haze accumulated from her eyes, allowing her more precision as she effortlessly caught the last one. "Or faster." The brute brought out their swords from the gauntlets they were wearing and swung at the caped crusader four times, each missing Batman completely. After he disoriented the brute and leapt over them, he fired his batclaw at the medic who was pretty close to resuscitating the combat specialist and was pulled into a clothesline. Batman blocked a jab from his right, headbutted his attacker and landed a big boot to his midsection. Alias joined in again, demonstrating her adept skill in her fighting style with mid and high kicks that shot out at lightning speed, hopping around on the spot for a moment before executing the 540 kick with the first twist catching Batman and the other just missing him. When she realised her mistake, she kept her momentum up by going for a low sweep and finishing with an upwards spinning kick that forced the Dark Knight back a couple steps.