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You are part of the Legion of Horribles, and you are tasked with torturing Strange.
1086 words.
"Try and get some information out of him. Kill him, if you must." Oswald instructed, pointing at you, Firefly, and Mr. Freeze. Professor Strange had tortured all of you, hurt you, experimented on you.
He'd repaired Brigette, or what was left of her, when her suit melted to her body. He'd treated her burns, but poisoned her mind, filling it with lies and turning her into a villain.
The same was with Mr. Freeze- Victor. You knew what'd happened to him, he was experimenting with cryogenic formulas to help his dying wife, but he failed, and as a backup plan, he tried to kill himself. But then again, Strange got a hold of the body, and Victor lived. Mind poisoned.
And lastly, you. You were a special case. You'd come from a poor family. Your parents left, leaving you, the oldest of two brothers. As a way to keep them alive, you decided to take a mining job, mining crystals for unknown buyers. But, as they do, accidents happened. You fell down a deep, dark hole, and were pierced in the stomach like a skewer by a large crystal. Strange rescued you, and tried to brainwash you, calling you Astarte; the Goddess of Crystals. Anything you touched with your bare skin would turn to crystal, so the mad scientist made you a special suit and gloves.
After the breakout from Indian Hill, Oswald created a group of those monsters that Strange had created to basically do his bidding and enforce people to vote for him for mayor. It was basically a group of villains, some on a large scale, some on a smaller scale. And Oswald tasked the three of you of torturing Hugo Strange until he squawked.
Brigette stormed out of the room, coherently angry. You and Victor were aware that she would never want anything to do with Strange again. But you were happy to confront your tormentor face to face. And you bet all the money Cobblepot had that Victor was too.
You pulled off a glove, fingers clenching as they hit the cool hair. You breathed deeply, oxygen coursing through your veins. "You gonna start, or will I have to?" A crude voice, Victor's voice, sort of woke you from your daydream. "I'm getting on with it." You hissed, and held your glove with your opposite hand.
After a few hours, you sat back on the couch, exhausted. You'd already tortured Strange into talking, after Oswald placed the mind-torturing device on his head. So, you were basically hanging out at his place, wearing a very comfy and large grey sweater and black pants, no socks included, with a heavy glass of wine in your hand. You stared at the fire, zoning off, you couldn't tell if it was daydreaming or dreaming because of how dimly lit the house was. A few loud footsteps woke you from this zone, and you noticed Victor sitting down next to you. "How are you feeling?" He asked coldly, knowing that torturing Strange took a lot out of you.
"I'm fine," You mumbled, sipping some wine. He chuckled and breathed through his nose. "How about you?" You asked. He nodded. "I'm fine, I guess. Still want to reverse my condition, and Penguin has yet to pay me." You raised an eyebrow. "I figured someone of your smarts should know that Oswald barely keeps his promises. Or pays anyone." You spat, and looked back at Victor, eyeing the vapor that came out of his suit.
"I take it you're not the biggest fan of him." Victor remarked, and you snorted. "He's lucky I haven't killed him yet." You mumbled with sharp eyes, and then your gaze flew to your gloved hands.
"I've always found your gift astounding." He confessed. You looked up at him. His goggles were off, so you could see his piercing blue eyes, and his pure white hair was a mess. You chuckled. "Thanks. I like your eyes." Somehow, he managed to blush. It was a soft pink.
You'd never really flirted with anyone, and no one really dared to flirt with you. While anyone could agree you were a beautiful and blossoming young woman, you figured you were just too much of a basket case for anyone to like. And Victor was no exception. Who would want to fall in love with a frozen popsicle of a man who hates everything?
"Hey, Victor?" You asked, eyes still hovering over the blaze of the fire.
"Yeah?" He asked, sounding a little tired.
"Have you ever liked somebody other than Nora?" You could tell this was a personal question and he definitely tensed up. "Sorry, I know it was personal, but-"
He cut you off quickly. "No, it's okay. I don't really remember what a crush feels like." You could feel your heart pounding. You did secretly like Victor, all his smarts and his determination, but he was only in this condition and alive because of his wife. "But I might have one." You bit your bottom lip to hide a smile. "Oh, really? Who is it? Firefly? Ivy?" You gasped with fake shock. "Is it... is it Fish, Victor?"
He smiled back, shaking his head, a laugh on his lips. "No, actually, it's someone a lot.... closer." He leaned in closer to you, the cold vapor giving you chills.
"So it's me?" You asked bluntly, blinking. He looked down, anywhere, even, trying to avoid your eyes. "Uh... yes." He said, quite serious, avoiding your eyes, knowing you wouldn't accept his confession.
You grinned, sitting back into the comfy cushioning of the couch with horrible detailing that Oswald's father picked out for his mansion. "I think having a boyfriend who can freeze anything will be pretty cool. What do you say, Mr. Freeze?" His name rolled off your tongue, and you could see his smile as clear as if you were standing yards away.
"I think having a girlfriend who can crystallize anything that she touches is pretty.... cool." He winked at you, and kissed your cheek.
