(Upload) Psych_30 prompt 21) Rationalization (Men of Science)
So! tmelange is awesome and did the beta for my first entries of psych_30. This is the last one I wrote, it seems it's impossible for me to write Victor without writing angst. I feel that if I write something that steps away from his rational, methodical sad self I'm insulting him. But I'll try to give him another prompt and write him something different. This prompt was asking for Nora-angst, though. /hugs Victor. Here we go!
Fandom: DC animated
Title: Men of Science
Characters: Victor Fries a.k.a. Mr. Freeze
Rating: G
Prompt: 21 - Rationalization
Word Count: 489
Spoilers: Not really
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own the rogues, but I could probably use a holiday in Arkham.
A/N: The table is here. Beta by awesome tmelange.
Men of Science
It was a cold night in Gotham, one of those nights when the yearning to take off the suit was really strong. Maybe, in the chilly night wind, he wouldn’t need the suit. Maybe he could try to feel the breeze on his skin, bask in the moonlight, and breathe the night’s scents once more. Just one more time.
He shook the feeling, knowing full well it was impossible. Walking into the now frozen vault, Victor Fries stared at the gleaming jewels. Their elegant cuts and settings sparkled under the neon light, wisps of steam rising from the floor, an aftereffect of his freezing gun. The rubies and sapphires, the diamonds and opals, all the precious and semiprecious stones composing a multi colored star-filled sky. It was quite a beautiful sight.
He started packing the jewels, ignoring the muffled complaints of the security guard, ice cuffs and gag digging into the man’s warm flesh. Victor smiled at his wails of pain as the ice burnt his skin. The guard was out of luck, and luck was a cold-hearted bitch.
Victor had been a good man, and still was, even if he was now considered a criminal. The law getting in the way of science, how typical, how cliché. His endeavors were for the benefit of mankind, for the good of the many. He didn’t concern himself with the law, really, what was the use? There was no way to explain his studies, his experiments, his fight against mortality to a simple, close-minded public. All men of science had to deal with the inherent wish of the average man to remain ignorant, and had to drag the world behind them to the future. There was no way something like the law could stop him.
They say if you want to know who’s going to win a fight, all you have to do is ask who has more to lose. All the world had to lose was their reticence to move forward just a step, then they could go back to being obnoxiously near-sighted and obtuse. All Victor had to lose was everything. His life, his hope, his love. Sweet, lovely Nora.
He knew she would have approved of his research. She had always been very supportive of him; she had understood the importance of his work, had helped him with her own research. Smart, resourceful Nora, she would never have let something as petty and small as the law get in the way of the betterment of mankind.
Victor Fries wasn’t a criminal; he was a man of science. Science needed funding, resources and a million other things that only money could provide. The only thing science didn’t need was luck, and that was a good thing. Luck was a cold-hearted bitch, something Victor didn’t long for. All he longed for was Nora, and to get her back, he was depending on science.
And of science… of science Nora would approve.
Fandom: DC animated
Title: Men of Science
Characters: Victor Fries a.k.a. Mr. Freeze
Rating: G
Prompt: 21 - Rationalization
Word Count: 489
Spoilers: Not really
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own the rogues, but I could probably use a holiday in Arkham.
A/N: The table is here. Beta by awesome tmelange.
Men of Science
It was a cold night in Gotham, one of those nights when the yearning to take off the suit was really strong. Maybe, in the chilly night wind, he wouldn’t need the suit. Maybe he could try to feel the breeze on his skin, bask in the moonlight, and breathe the night’s scents once more. Just one more time.
He shook the feeling, knowing full well it was impossible. Walking into the now frozen vault, Victor Fries stared at the gleaming jewels. Their elegant cuts and settings sparkled under the neon light, wisps of steam rising from the floor, an aftereffect of his freezing gun. The rubies and sapphires, the diamonds and opals, all the precious and semiprecious stones composing a multi colored star-filled sky. It was quite a beautiful sight.
He started packing the jewels, ignoring the muffled complaints of the security guard, ice cuffs and gag digging into the man’s warm flesh. Victor smiled at his wails of pain as the ice burnt his skin. The guard was out of luck, and luck was a cold-hearted bitch.
Victor had been a good man, and still was, even if he was now considered a criminal. The law getting in the way of science, how typical, how cliché. His endeavors were for the benefit of mankind, for the good of the many. He didn’t concern himself with the law, really, what was the use? There was no way to explain his studies, his experiments, his fight against mortality to a simple, close-minded public. All men of science had to deal with the inherent wish of the average man to remain ignorant, and had to drag the world behind them to the future. There was no way something like the law could stop him.
They say if you want to know who’s going to win a fight, all you have to do is ask who has more to lose. All the world had to lose was their reticence to move forward just a step, then they could go back to being obnoxiously near-sighted and obtuse. All Victor had to lose was everything. His life, his hope, his love. Sweet, lovely Nora.
He knew she would have approved of his research. She had always been very supportive of him; she had understood the importance of his work, had helped him with her own research. Smart, resourceful Nora, she would never have let something as petty and small as the law get in the way of the betterment of mankind.
Victor Fries wasn’t a criminal; he was a man of science. Science needed funding, resources and a million other things that only money could provide. The only thing science didn’t need was luck, and that was a good thing. Luck was a cold-hearted bitch, something Victor didn’t long for. All he longed for was Nora, and to get her back, he was depending on science.
And of science… of science Nora would approve.