Necrofriggian

"I will take you under my wing if you're willing to accept, kid, and protect you while training you."

Superman, who was silent this time, said some words that even shocked Batman. They had both discussed this subject before.

Even after they captured Ben, so for Superman to make such a rushed decision made Batman click his tongue.

If Ben decides to accept Superman's request, Batman knew he couldn't act and could only watch, which bothers him a lot because this kid is a big threat.

His irresponsibility, youth, strong abilities, and mostly because there is no information about him or the watch he wears.

The materials he was working with are clearly signs of him either wanting to repair it or upgrade it.

"If you put things that way, then I rethink my answer."

All the heroes were looking at Ben with big eyes, unsure if he would still be arrogant or choose to join.

"Still no."

Hearing him, some sighed in relief while others took his answer as an insult towards the Justice League.

In the end, it was his choice, so Batman himself drove him to Arkham Asylum.

Leaving him in one of the cells, he saw a lot of iconic villains who were all looking at him like a small fish.

He didn't bother to continue looking at the others as he had something else bothering him.

Now he couldn't access his Omnitrix, and he was in the most dangerous prison in this world, mostly filled with psychopaths and freaks who would try to kill him, even though it's more like a hospital for the mentally ill.

'I don't even know what I can use to escape from these cuffs; they are two balls of metal connected to one another.'

When the situation couldn't be worse, it hit him again as the guards started announce that it's lunchtime.

"Really."

One guard entered his cell and dragged him towards the cafeteria.

"Hey about my cuffs? What should I do?"

"Batman specified to keep your cuff on your left hand, so we will remove the right one."

"Thanks, I guess."

When they finally removed one of his cuffs, he headed back to the cafeteria and grabbed one of the trays they put the food on.

Waiting in line until he got his food, or what could be called food if he were blind, that thing looked exactly like something straight from the toilets.

But now comes the good question. Where does Ben sit? Looking around, he couldn't find any empty tables, so he chose one with the least people sitting.

And the least dangerous and insane table he sat at was with some normal humans that probably had gone insane or were acolytes.

"Hey, who told you can sit here, kid?!"

The skinny one at the table questioned Ben, but he remained silent.

He didn't want to fight these guys, not that he doesn't think he could win, but to avoid attracting too much attention.

Ben was confident enough with the metal ball on his hand to one-hit the skinny one, but still, all he wanted was a quiet life in here.

He knew if he would fight, then Ben wouldn't escape from fighting every day, while the guards wouldn't do anything.

"Hey, kid, are you mute or something?!"

The prisoner grabbed Ben's collar, attracting all the attention in the cafeteria.

He even started to raise his arm, probably trying to slap Ben, while in his mind were some lewd thoughts.

When Ben saw the face that the guy made when he was about to slap him, thinking that he would cry, he raised his arm with the cuff on and hit him directly in the face. The prisoner couldn't react because he was daydreaming and got directly hit in the face.

Dropping to the floor, he was left unconscious with no teeth left in his mouth.

Some were laughing hard, while others had angry faces, mostly the normal psychopaths, and the others remained silent and continued their meals.

Ben could see the angry stares he got from the ones that were sitting at the same table as him.

All he wanted now was to arrive faster back in his cell. But his hopes were crushed when he heard they need to go to the yard.

{…}

Ben now was sitting in his bed while thinking of this hell. He knew if he kept staying here, he would surely go insane.

Nor does he have someone to talk to in this hellhole, as mostly the prisoners hate him, and the other part has powers which he can't deal with.

As the night fell, Ben couldn't get a wink of sleep while constantly trying to think of a way to get the handcuffs off.

But his way out just passed his cell, a girl with spiky light blue hair and a tight dark blue costume.

'Now or never. If it works, I would get out with my Omnitrix; if not, then I would probably be captured by Batman again.'

"Killer Frost! You're a heat sucker, aren't you? How about I shoot my heat inside of you. Of course, if you let me out of this cell."

Even Ben himself cringed at his own words, but they seemed to work as he heard her come back to his cell.

When she faced his cell and saw his face, she directly created some ice spikes in her hand while throwing them towards Ben.

"Bastard. Die freezing."

But to her surprise, the kid dodged her spikes and even used them to freeze the cuff he had on his hand.

"Ahaha thanks, Killer Frost. I promise you that I would let you suck all of my heat but another time."

With those words, Ben made Killer Frost even angrier as she tried to continue her way toward her true target.

She knew that she couldn't play with this kid anymore. But Ben had something else in his mind as he finally found what he was looking for.

"Big Chill!"

To Killer Frost's surprise, Ben transformed into an alien and phased through the cell bars while flying towards her.

Ben was too fast, and he was already in front of her with a leap, but she still had time to try freezing him.

Placing her hand on the alien's face trying to freeze him. But to her surprise, it didn't work.

"Trying to freeze a Necrofriggian is just like trying to extinguish with gasoline. Pathetic."

Big Chill gently grabbed her by the wrist as her whole body was frozen in seconds beside her head.

"Now you're ready to be mated."

Big Chill's words echoed in her ears while her face became a combination of fear and anger. While Ben was about to burst into laughter.

But he stopped trying to play with her when a punch directly phased through his head while he gently retreated.

In front of him was now a jacked guy with something on his face that was freeing Killer Frost from his ice.