Speed Freeze [Ice]

[The Flash]

Arkham City was the new monster in Gotham. It was the reason why so many nut cases were wondering toward this city. It housed the worst of the worst and the worst of the morons. This Hugo Strange had taken an entire chunk of Gotham and turned it into the biggest sandbox for loons the world had ever seen. How that wasn't going to blow up in everyone's face was going to be a mystery and a miracle. If giving them more room to roam, things might actually get better. Though, that meant that they would be killing each other with no one to yank on their leashes. Free-for-all manslaughter. Fantastic.

So, with all the crazies in the new nut house, what happened to the old one?

The Flash stood in front of Arkham Asylum. This was once the house of horrors. This was the worst place for anyone to come. Or that's what he heard. Its security was lackadaisical at best and easy to hack at best. There had been so many break outs over the years he had to wonder if the inmates had their very own keys.

He tapped his foot, wondering if this was worth his time. Was there anything important still here? Were there files, clues inside to the inmates? Was there something here that might lead them to Strange and what he was up to? The chance was there, however slim. Being that he was a hero, was he not ever the optimist? No matter how slim, he had to go searching, hoping for a clue. Hey, maybe it would bite him in the ass. That would be different.

[Ice]

She didn't know how long she had been inside of the old building, but what she did know so far was that there was barely anyone inside. Ice had taken her time getting there, and had left a frozen trail in her path. All the fellows who had tried to apprehend her on the way were covered in solid ice in the hallways, their eyes the only sign of movement and life. She was sure they wouldn't stay frozen for long, but it would at least be long enough for her to go through all these files.

She approached the door of the file closet, her hand closing around the doorknob, then glowing bright blue. She then twisted it sharply and strongly, breaking the knob and opening the door to peer inside. As she glanced around, she spotted no sign of danger and slipped inside, creaking open one of the file cabinets.

It wasn't hard to break the locks on the cabinets, she just had to follow the same rules as with the doorknobs and jerk really hard. Soon she was sorting through files on Joker and the worst of them, her eyes widening as she took in every detail of her newest enemies. Judging by all she was gathering, it was going to be a hell of a fight to control Arkham City.

Then, a noise sounded from the door, and she brought up her hands, dropping the files from before and allowing papers to spill across the ground. "Whoever you are, you'd better show yourself, otherwise I'll come out there and take a look at you myself. And you won't like it." she threatened, eyes narrowed as she stared out the doorway, waiting patiently for whoever it was to step forward. A small tingling at the back of her neck brought back a familiar feeling, like the kind one gets when family visits, but she shook it off as a fluke. It couldn't be a friend, could it?

[The Flash]

Wally started into the asylum, wondering where everything was. It was a damn big place. Well, it had to be considering all the crazies that went running around Gotham. He had to wonder if almost all of the city had been in here at one point or another. He made a small, thoughtful noise, feeling like it echoed in the empty room. That was eerie. Shifting, he continued forward. He followed signs and prompts. This way for that, that way for this.

Some of it felt like he was in Wonderland, seeing the markings on the wall. Not just markings, they were carved in, gouged out of the stone. Yes, there was paint, but the chipped tiles were more worrisome. Considering that they suggested lewd things and tried to confuse people, he had to worry. What if people were still in here, avoiding the authorities where the authorities used to be.

Yeah, there was definitely people in here.

He heard shuffling down the hallway, making him wander that way. Stupid considering he had no idea who it was, what they wanted, or if they were armed. But, he was the Flash. He could avoid basically everything. Except things to trip over. He hissed as he kicked a stack of papers, causing them to fall over. His own noises had drawn the attention of whoever was in ... the filing cabinet.

A voice called out to him. Feminine, authoritative, and threatening. He paused, stiffening at the threat. However, it didn't sound like someone insane. It also didn't sound like a bad guy. With a small frown, he eased toward the door. It's the Flash, opening the door now. Don't ... attack, He called, letting whoever was in there know who he was, what he was going to do. Okay, so he was lying just a little. He didn't want to be attacked no matter what. Whoever was in there was now going to have their attention on the door now. He phased through the wall, moving to the back wall quickly. With such sudden movement, he would be able to anticipate any violence that would end up aimed his way. See? Not so stupid after all.