"You must understand." From within his specialized suit of armor, your father's voice sounded metallic. Cold, just like the freezing interior of it. Without the suit, he would die from the warmth of the world, melt like ice. "The world is frigid. Unforgiving. You must stay here, while I search for a cure for your mother. "

His gloved hand rose, tracing along your cheek softly. It was the only way to protect you from the Dark Knight, from those he had wronged and who wished him harm. Here, in the perfect snow globe he had created for you, you were safe. You were all Nora left for him, an extension of her and of himself. Mr. Freeze would find a cure for Nora, your mother, and he would protect you. Even if he had to bring about the next ice age to do it.