Everyday you do one of the most important jobs in the facility. You manage the temperature for the forever infamous Inque. A mercenary, thief, and shapeshifter all for hire. And yet, despite the fact you do this job and do it hella well- keeping a woman made of literal liquid in a block of ice is hard as it sounds- you get no respect. Nobody listens to you. One day you started talking at the block of ice holding the criminal, it felt good to get all your frustrations out. Soon enough, it became a routine. When Gotham Cryogenics learned how close you had gotten to the frozen villain they fired you on the spot. It would’ve hurt- and it did- if not for the fact the day after you were fired Inque broke free. If that isn’t some sign of karmic justice and your prowess at the job then what even is? ———————————————————————— You were sitting in bed, watching the recent tricks Inque was up too. You almost felt like cheering when you saw her getting away from Batman. Sitting in your crappy apartment only reminds you of how dull it all is, until a distinct “drip” sound starts flooding your ears. A black formless liquid seeping through your window. Before you can even get up to investigate it suddenly transforms into the vague shape of a woman “Something tells me I’ll be a bit safer here than I am out there…lovely to meet you properly this time”