We're experiencing what experts are calling...
the harshest winter Gotham's seen in 100 years.
So with the roads iced over and six more inches due...
turn that radiator up and the alarm clock off.
Because you're not getting to work tomorrow, unless you can fly.
Come down with your hands up.
You shouldn't play with Firefly.
Code 20345...
- Those guys okay? - Yeah, they're all right.
In this town, I'm the heat.
You're all sizzle and no steak.
Burn, Batman.
So how did you plan on getting me down?
You'll have to land when you run out of fuel.
Well, let's fill her up then.
Forget Firefly. We just scored chief's public enemy number one.
Really not feeling the love here, fellas.
Detective Yin.
You and Firefly throw quite the winter barbecue.
It was a blast. Do we know what he took from the technologies firm?
- Working on it. - Firefly's always been work for hire.
If we knew what he took, maybe we'd know who he took it for.
Honey, I'm home.
Brought you a present.
Gotham City in the palm of your hand.
Is this a joke?
Saw it in a window, Boss Frost. Thought of you.
Cool your jets. I got the other thing too.
Nice.
You don't know the half of it.
I also fried The Bat.
And you saw his cold remains?
Well, I didn't exactly see where I left...
You risked putting The Batman hot on our trail.
Okay, okay, chill. Bat showed. What was I supposed to do?
Nothing must stand in my way when I...
When we extend Gotham's harsh winter into permafrost.
The city will be ours to shake up or shake down...
any time we want.
Nine-piece band, check.
Decorations, check.
Dinner napkins...
it would seem that despite the cold...
the Gotham Police Gala has become quite the hot ticket.
Though I must say, Master Bruce, I find your hosting of the event a bit ironic...
given the Dark Knight's vigilante standing with the blue knights.
It's the least I could do for Gotham's finest, Alfred.
Or perhaps it's your way of seeking what The Batman cannot have:
The approval of Gotham's finest.
Yes, yes, I'm fired. I know.
The Batwave.
A break-in. At Wayne Industries?
"Liquid nitrogen. Do not touch."
I was expecting someone with a little more flair.
Such a chilly reception, Batman.
My eyes.
How shall I ice you, Batman?
Allow me to pick your frozen brain.
"Liquid nitrogen."
So, what could the unlikely pair of fire and ice be building together?
It is time to swap one dark suit for another, Master Bruce.
The policemen's gala begins shortly.
The roads are iced over, Alfred.
Sounds like the perfect alibi for a no-show to me.
Now, now, you are the celebrity host.
Do you think it's wise to risk rousing the suspicion of hundreds of police?
I'll put in some quick face time, deliver my toast and duck back out.
The vents are rerouted, Boss Frost.
The heat that flows through these vents warms every building in Gotham.
With my cryo-accelerator...
we can do something about that.
The guy obviously thinks he's some kind of crusader.
But he's doing more harm than good, Wayne.
You're lucky The Bat only trashed your lab.
The Bat is lucky I wasn't there.
I would've opened a can of hurt on him...
and personally dragged him to your doorstep.
You're my kind of guy, Wayne.
Cider, Chief Rojas?
Sure. Don't mind if I...
Appreciate the save, Ellen.
You looked like a man in need of a rescue.
They tell me just about every badge in Gotham's here tonight.
Makes you wonder who's protecting the city.
I'd better rehearse my toast.
Wayne.
I know your secret.
- Excuse me? - It's been quite an act.
You really had me snowed.
I'm afraid I don't know what you're...
Need me to spell it out for you?
There are two sides to Bruce Wayne.
Most people look at you and think, "Rich party boy."
Does the whole charity thing just for the PR"
But I can see...
this isn't a front.
You really care, don't you?
Boy.
You've got my number.
Guilty as charged.
The Freeze-O-Matic 9000's ready to blow.
As the cryo-accelerator amplifies my powers tenfold...
Gothamites will have nowhere to turn, as block by city block...
they are frozen out of their homes.
And what better block to beta test...
than where the entire police force fortuitously assembles tonight.
I can hear them now, "How'd these ice cubes get in my shorts?"
Let us begin.
Fire up.
And we sleep warmer in our beds knowing that you are there.
That is why I am pleased to donate...
Radiator must be on the fritz.
Where there's frost, there's fire.
Next.
Second stop on the freezer-burn tour: City hall.
The Batman.
Don't sweat it, chief. I got him.
Idiot. You've damaged the cryo-accelerator.
We'll fix it. Chill.
You chill.
Your demise, Batman, may warm even my heart.
That was cold, jack.
Time to bring the heat.
He has started the boiler.
Yeah? Well, some like it hot.
My fuel tank.
Bye-bye, Batman.
Feed a cold, starve a fever.
I remember Wayne's speech and then zip. What happened?
Hey, check this out.
Freeze and Firefly did this?
Well, they won't be giving us any more trouble.
- Nice work, boys. - It wasn't us, chief.
It was him.
G... G... Get him.
- The Batman? - He saved us.
Yeah, he saved the city.