Mr. Freeze sat down across from the man who said he could cure his wife. He didn’t look that special. He was tall, fit, and handsome but he didn’t have the pull he sometimes felt from other people. The pull he’d feel in front of Penguin, the Batman or Joker for instaill, as he began to talk Mr. Freeze knew he was the real deal.
After signing a fairly easy-to-handle deal that would be done in a matter of weeks the man got to work. He said the disease was easy enough to deal with but the severe an failure and cryogenic cellur colpse was rough. He said it was a very expensive process but he ma with a few close calls. As Nora opened her eyes for the first time in almost a decade tears began to freeze on his face.
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Ironma with these quack doctors sometimes to see if they could find a solution that he couldn’t. His body was starting to fail because of the reactor in his chest, all the doctors who looked at it gave him less than five years because of the poisoning. Tony sched his face when his eyes met with the supposed man who could cure him.
25 million might have sounded like a lot to some but for fixing one of the richest people on the p was a drop in the bucket. Tony sat down and humored him before he’d embarrass him and kick him out but that didn’t happen. The man asked if he’d like to have the reactor in his chest still o back to normal. Tony responded sarcastically that of course, he’d want it removed. Then the man removed it.
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Deadshot yawned as he kept an eye on his target. He was happy at how easy the gig was. For the first time, he was hired to proteeone. A million dolrs a day to make sure the red-headed smoke show wasn’t bothered by anyone. He got another sip of coffee as he kept ahrough his telescopic eye ected to his rifle's telescope.
The woman was clothes shopping for babies at the moment, buying both boy's and girl's clothes. He took a sip of the coffee before heading back to his perch.
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I knocked on the door before peaking my head in. I gave Aunt May a big smile before saying. “Good m! How are you feeling?” She looked miserable with big dark circles around her eyes from ck of sleep. When I walked in she gave me a soft smile before responding. “Miserable. These nurses just ignored me and I was in so much pain st night I couldn’t sleep.”
I put my hand on hers and healed all the easy-to-deal-with things before pletely rest her neck. “Alright, I pletely fixed your neck you should be fio go home. Let me undo the neck brad call in the doctor for you.” She looked at me like I had a sed head beside the first.
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“So he’s in here?” Getting permission to visit the Raft was a long and tedious process even greasing all the wheels with money. Even after discussing with the warden who had to run clearance all the to the secretary of defehat I could cure several of the more dangerous inhabitants, it took three days.
As I looked in the cell Superman spoke from behind me. I didn’t even hear him approach so it scared me. “You know who’s in that cell right? Us fighting almost fttened a city block.” I could only chuckle. “Yeah imagine if he was fighting at full strength instead of the near-death starvation he’s been on since he arrived in the dimension.”
I began to try and talk to him. “Hey, big guy. The sun is getting real low. Wait, wrong big guy. Solomon, are you by ce looking for a prote job?” I pulled out the mana collectors that were fully charged. “Solo-. Solomon…” He looked depressed until I ged the mana collectors to push out their stored mana.
There would have been no e being able to unicate with him if I didn’t get his memories. I looked at the guard. “ you open this up?” Superman gave me aare-down before asking. “So you know something about Solomon then?” I responded as the guard opehe cell and I walked inside pg another half dozen mana collectors spraying mana into the cell.
“I guess you could say that. He’s a death knight from Avalon. He refused to sign a tract whily meant that he would be put through torturous pain until he did. He mao fight the tract pcer who flung him into this world severing the e. While he wouldn’t feel that pain anymore he came from a mana-dense world to ohout much so ever since he’s been here he’s been starving to death.”
Solomon shook his head bad forth before heading to a mana collector and shoving it inside his mouth. I respoo him as if he was a child. “No, Solomon. That’s not food. Here, e eat some mana-rich diamonds, yum yum.” He carefully pced back down the collector and moved towards the mini pile of diamonds I dumped onto the ground.
As he did so I looked at the frayed tract still attached to his soul and started making alterations. He would still be far too hungry if he was left to his own devices. I really shouldn’t have been able to form a tract with him. The normal tract magiake a death knight was sixth circle. Man didn’t use normal tract magic, she used a greater traake him a greater death knight which was eighth circle.
Protect me. Protect my family, especially the kids and I would feed him my entire mana pool twice a day. He has to listen to my ands unless it is at the cost of i lives. Finally, I would give him a mana-dense room to live in where he might actually start to recover. I asked him. “Would you like to make the deal with me Solomon?”
I snapped my fingers as he was still distracted eating the diamonds. “Hello? Solomon, accept the trad I’ll feed you. You protect my family and I feed you okay?” He stops eating for a sed befreeing. The moment he did I realized how bad I fucked up.
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