Robin Frozen by Mr. Freeze with Batman and Batgirl (M/MMF)

[rtbw]

Here’s another adventure I’d love to play out as Robin the Wonder:

I’m at home studying when Bruce interrupts to say that Miss Iceland has just been kidnapped at the international beauty pageant. We move quickly to the batpoles.

I change out of my civilian clothes and pull on my tights, briefs, gloves, mask, and cape. When I buckle my utility belt my transformation into Robin is complete.

In the batcave, Commissioner Gordon calls us on the batphone to say that the only possible lead is an ice cream truck that sped away from the scene. Batman and I bet that the truck must have gone to the ice cream factory in the Gotham City industrial area. We jump into the batmobile.

When we arrive at the factory, we see Batgirl arriving on her cycle. As she swings her legs around to get down from her cycle, I'm caught by her beauty like I always am when I see her. As she walks toward us, her feminine features are mesmerizing as she sways in her tight figure-clinging outfit, and her utility belt resting low on her shapely hips accentuates her captivating figure.

When the three of us start discussing how to attack the situation, I'm drawn by her pretty eyes and facial expressions showing through her cowl, and her voice conveys such intelligence and confident womanhood.

I snap out of it when we decide to batclimb to an upper window. We scale the wall and jump in, and we notice immediately how cold it is inside. Batman remarks, “Judging by how unnaturally cold it is, Mr. Freeze must be here.”

“That’s right, Batman,” I add. “I can feel the bitter cold right through my tights.”

“Well,” says Batgirl, “Let’s go find him and save Miss Iceland.”

We snoop around the factory but all is quiet…until we enter what seems to be a large storage room and see Miss Iceland. She’s standing straight without any movement, frozen in a statuesque pose. We hurry over to tend to her but we start slipping. The floor has been iced over! Batman, Batgirl, and I tumble over each other and fall in a heap. The door suddenly closes and the room fills with gas, and I fall unconscious.

When I wake up, I find myself standing with my hands tied behind a thick pole. Batman and Batgirl are tied to poles too, and we’re each inside a tall clear cylinder. As we regain more of our consciousness, Mr. Freeze enters the room laughing heartily, “I knew Miss Iceland would serve as the perfect bait. I’ve been expecting you, Terrific Trio…which is why I had the floor in front of her iced over. It was fun watching you three slip and tumble over each other.”

Batman demands, “What is the meaning of this?”

I struggle to free myself from the pole, but it’s to no avail.

“I’ve secured you meddlesome bats inside compartments that will fill up with a freezing agent and turn you into popsicles,” replies Mr. Freeze.

“You sinister devil!” Batman retorts.

“Is that any way to say good bye to an old friend you'll never see again?” Mr. Freeze then flips a switch on each of our compartments.

I immediately feel the cold of the freezing agent as it starts filling the bottom of the canister. It quickly reaches my knees and then my hips, and I can feel the liquid seeping through my tights and briefs. It’s creeping higher and higher, and it’s above my utility belt before I know it.

“Holy human frozen treats,” I let out. “What a cold way to go.” I pull desperately at my wrists to try to free myself from this predicament.

I hear Batgirl’s voice struggle through her chattering teeth, “I don’t know how much longer I can contend with this cold. Batman, do you see a way out of this?”

I look to Batman and see him shivering and breathing deeply. “Frankly, no. But as long as our heads are above water we can think through this.”

I reply, “We need to think quickly, Batman. The water is up to my chest!”

I’m having trouble breathing now as my body soaks in the extremely cold liquid. I pull my arms frantically to free myself from the pole, but it’s no use. I see my breath each time I exhale.

I look to Batgirl and her eyes are closed as she seems to be barely holding on. Now the liquid is almost up to my shoulders and I can't stop shivering as I stand helpless tied to the pole. The freezing cold is penetrating straight through the spandex of my crimefighting outfit and into the core of my body

THE TERRIFC TRIO TURNED INTO BAT-POPSICLES? LET’S HOPE THEY THINK OF A WAY OUT BY THE TIME YOU TUNE IN AGAIN, SAME BAT-TIME, SAME BAT-CHANNEL!

[60Cancer]

Didn't Batman always have some sort of gadget to save the day?

[Reidy]

Holy ice lollies!

A diabolical demise awaits the terrific trio.

[rtbw]

Didn't Batman always have some sort of gadget to save the day?

I remember he also had other creative and ridiculous ways out of traps. Like singing a tune to get out of the piano roll machine, or moving the giant magnifying glass with his feet, or the rockets in his boots...

[rtbw]

Holy ice lollies!

A diabolical demise awaits the terrific trio.

I'd love for the costumed crimefighters to stay bound, but all good things come to an end. At the same time I also think seeing them emerge from a trap is alluring too