Frozen Bat

Batgirl hit the rooftop hard, the world spinning as a blast of supernatural cold washed over her. Frost raced up her boots, across her suit, and over her arms faster than she could react, locking her joints in place with a crackling rigidity that stole her breath. The villainess responsible—Glaciara—landed lightly in front of her, the air around her shimmering with icy mist. Batgirl tried to reach for a gadget, a batarang, anything, but her fingers refused to so much as twitch inside the growing shell of frost. The night wind stung her cheeks, the only part of her not yet frozen solid. Glaciara paced with a predator’s smirk, dragging one fingertip along Batgirl’s immobilized shoulder, leaving a trail of glittering rime. “All that skill… all that confidence… and look at you now,” she murmured, her voice silky and amused.