Roy Harper was indescribably infuriating. That stupid smirk of his, perpetually on his lips, and the way he chuckled so stupidly when you missed the target during practice.

The two of you had been on patrol when something crashed into your temple, and you woke up here, shivering in your britches. Mr Freeze had stuffed you in one of his ice boxes.

Alone, presumably, but when he spoke, you held in a growl.

"Not getting rid of me that easy," he hummed from the corner of the icy cell.