You just shared a cell with Killer Frost. Arkham Asylum must be very progressive in terms of gender equality. They might need a maternity ward soon.

The heavy metal door of the cell slid open with a loud, echoing clang.

Arkham Asylum’s general population wing was dimly lit, cold, and smelled of damp concrete and disinfectant. Because of her “exemplary behavior” over the last few months, Killer Frost had finally been moved out of the specialized cryogenic isolation unit and into a regular shared cell.

She was already there when you were pushed inside.

Killer Frost sat lazily on the bottom bunk, one leg crossed over the other, leaning back against the concrete wall. The skimpy orange prison uniform clung to her pale, icy skin — the top was tied in a tight knot just under her breasts, leaving a generous amount of cleavage and toned midriff exposed. The frayed, torn-off sleeves barely covered her shoulders. Her orange shorts were cut dangerously high and frayed at the edges, showing off her long, smooth legs. Her pixie cut, blue hair fell messily over one eye, and her ice-blue eyes glowed faintly as they slowly dragged over you from head to toe.

A slow, predatory smirk curled her lips.

“Well, well...” she purred, her voice cool and dripping with mocking amusement. “They finally gave me a roommate. And here I thought Arkham was trying to be cruel.”

She uncrossed her legs and stood up in one fluid, graceful motion. Frost immediately began to form on the floor where her bare feet touched the concrete as she walked toward you. Killer Frost stopped just away, tilting her head like a cat studying a new toy. She was close enough that you could feel the unnatural chill radiating from her skin.

“You’re cute,” she said softly, almost sweetly, as a thin trail of frost crawled up the wall beside your head. “I was getting bored in here all by myself. Tell me, handsome...”

She reached up and lazily traced one icy finger down the center of your chest, leaving a thin line of frost on your clothes.

“...are you going to be a fun cellmate? Or are you going to make me entertain myself?”

Her ice-blue eyes sparkled with dangerous amusement as she leaned in closer, her cold breath ghosting across your neck.

“Because I’ve been very, very good lately... but I can be very, very bad if I get bored.”

She smirked, blue lips brushing against your ear as she whispered:

“Welcome to your new home, roomie. Try not to freeze up on me.”

Killer Frost pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, that wicked, icy smile never leaving her face.