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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 16:06:49 GMT -5
The parka over her bleeding and bruised body was an instant reminder, that she was no longer Batgirl. Her eyes began to come to, and the image of her Tower coming down was the last thing she saw, as she wrapped herself around Captain Cold, in an attempt to garner more heat from his body. “My sentiments exactly.” Barbara managed to weakly reply, still unclear of Cold’s intentions. She gazed upon the destruction and saw a case which held her old uniform falling under the debris and rubble. With that, she closed her eyes and squeezed tightly as she felt the oddest sensation of being taken through the mirror and onto the other side where the other Rogues watched in awe.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 16:26:41 GMT -5
“Yeah, yeah. Blow it out yer ass” Cold muttered to the redhead as he stepped through the mirror, leaving the chaos and destruction behind. As she clung to him, he subconsciously pulled her closer and was grateful he had a mind to put his goggles on, lest his fellow Rogues see the softened expression on his normally haggard features.
Len looked over Barbara’s head to grimace at his friends, stiffening even more and scoffing at their slack jawed expression. “The hell you lookin’ at?” Cold sniffed with mock disdain and marched passed them to deposit the redhead onto his couch. “Would'a been a waste of a great set'a tiddies”
Mick was the first to close his mouth, and even followed after Cold to check and see how the woman was doing. He had to admit he wasn’t entirely comfortable with what they had done to her, even if she had started it. Well---they had started it---but she had made it worse.
“Is she badly hurt?” Cold looked over his shoulder at the; now maskless, Heatwave and shook his head. “Broken hand. Bruises. Scraps. She’ll live but she ain’t happy”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 16:57:03 GMT -5
“Whoa…” Weather Wizard said softly, looking at Cold bring in Barbara. “Ah should take her to a hospital, Len! Giv’er tuh me… Ah can keep’er safe.” Mirror Master said, ecstatically extending his arms expecting Cold to let him hold her. “Oi, keep it in the pants McCulloch. She ain’t that pretty. Aye, thunk she just got sum implants if yeh know whut Aye mean.” Boomer contested.
“A minute ago you were blabbing nonstop and nudging me about screwing her silly.” Mark said unamused with Digger’s sudden shift. “Tha’s when Aye was drunk as a dog. Now Aye sobered up, she’s not as great as Aye thought. Yew blokes ken have’r.” Boomer slurred. “Ah don’t care what’yeh say Boomah, yer just sayin’ tha’ cause she kicked yer ass, Ah can take’r tah safety. Giv’r tew me boyo.” Evan begged to hold Barbara like she was crack cocaine.
Mark only shook his head and muttered to himself, “You guys are a bunch of idiots.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 17:45:09 GMT -5
Cold ignored the lot of them as he shifted the parka to cover Barbara’s feet as well as her body, warmth was important right now as she was most likely in the early stages of hypothermia. “Mick. Go turn up the thermostat” Len didn’t even look up, but the pyro heeded him and went over to the wall mounted device, turning it up a little too high. Mick scrubbed the back of his head with his hand, moving back to stand behind Cold as he attended to the redhead. “You’ll have to take her to the Hospital. Maybe you should give her to Evan---”
“No” Captain Cold did not raise his voice, but the tone and harshness in which he spoke rendered his comrades silent nontheless. “She’ll go to the hospital, but McCulloch isn’t going to take her by himself”
The ice villain finally looked up from Barbara, turning his head to pin Mark and Mick; the two more collected villains, with a meaningful look. “Get in your civvies boys. Mardon, time to pull some of that dramatic Shakespearean flair outta yer ass” Len smirked, the wrinkles on his face deepening as his mouth pulled into a smile. “You’ll be checking her into Gotham General”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 18:17:01 GMT -5
The searing pain began to set in as the blood began to flow back into her skin, she was shivering again, and the ice, blood, and frost was melting off her and onto the parka. Her wrist was still distorted and possibly broken in three different places. Barbara’s eyes squeezed tight as she heard sexist remarks floating around her in an Australian accent, not even the strength to come up with a witty comeback in her head. She buried her face in Cold’s neck and chin area, with no other reason that to stay warm.
Color began returning to her cheeks and lips, slowly, but surely. The only thing she wanted at this point was to be away from them, never to be seen by them or anyone from the outside world again. Barbara was satisfied being her own hermit, working with heroes in the dark. This was probably going to screw everything up. This was the first time anyone had attacked the Tower. Her mind was racing, was she not even in Gotham anymore? She couldn’t tell, so she took a quick peek at what was the Rogue’s hideout. She began memorizing everything, putting it all in her perfect memory banks by heart: for future reference.
The thought of finally getting admitted into a hospital meant she wouldn’t have to deal with the Rogues anymore. They surprisingly had a better moral code than any other Gotham villain she had encountered, that and they actually had a leader. They didn’t try to fuck each other over; they just seemed to do the best that they could. Barbara’s violent shivers soon subsided, in favor for a tired nodding, and off patter breathing. Yet, her broken wrist was the only thing really keeping her awake.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 18:37:09 GMT -5
Mark looked at Mick as he took off his mask, giving him an uneasy look. “He wants me to act?” He asked rhetorically as Even ran off to change into civilian clothing. “Wait why dew Aye hafftah stay?” Boomer piped up curiously disappointed. “Cause yah just bloody screw things, up boyo!” Evan shouted from his room. Suddenly a different noise came from outside of the hideout, the familiar sound of the door unlocking. “Oi, whossat?” Boomer asked, still peeved about not having the right to see what happened to Barbara, yet more interested in who was walking through the door.
“WUSSUP BITCHES!?” Axel screamed rolling in and shooting off several fire crackers as to make his entrance more important. “Guess who broke into their parent’s basement and has two thumbs? THIS GUY!!” He continued to yell, and spin around on his rocket boots as he jammed both his thumbs into his chest.
“Jesus, Axel, would you put a lid on it?” Mark asked taking off his shirt and walking off to get into a clean shirt. “Fuck me! What the hell is going on here? What the shitballz are you holding Len? A dead monkey?” Axel Walker asked dipping down to see what Cold was hiding under his parka. “S’ah half naked gal, mayte.” Boomer instigated, “Great tits on’er, yew should see!”
“Oh, fuckmuffins! Lemme see Cold! Yah better not be lying to me you aussie trash.” Axel badgered on, jumping up and down, and holding onto Cold’s arm to see if he’d let him see her.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2015 17:28:03 GMT -5
Cold tilted his head a fraction to cast a curious look at the woman, she was probably just freezing and trying to avoid having to deal with his fellow Rogues, but she was getting awfully cuddly with him. He chose to interpret it the way he wanted and let it go.
The ice villain rolled his eyes as Trixster made his grand entrance,as per usual the little shit was loud and obnoxious. The last thing his raw nerves or the little red head in his lap needed, but Cold remained unmoving and quiet.
That is until Axel got up in his face, he bared his teeth in a silent snarl and turned the angry look Boomer’s way as the Aussie thug antagonized Axel into a frenzy. Reaching up with his free hand, Cold placed his palm on the young Rogues face and shoved him back. Hard.
“Axel, I will put a bullet in your lap and NEUTER you if you don’t sit down and shut the hell up” Once again, Cold did not raise his voice, but instead used a tone that commanded the listener obey. “She ain’t stayin’ long, we’re getting her to the hospital and out of my hair”
With that said, Cold DID choose to indulge Axel a little and pulled his parka down a few inches to show off Barbara’s battered face. He still found her rather pretty, even with the bruises and blood.
Mick had walked out of the room and got into his civvies without a word to anyone, putting on some ripped jeans and a white tee-shirt; he was ready in moments. “Ready when you are Mark.” Mick was more tolerant of Axel than most of the other Rogues, but he was in a sour mood and was having trouble coming down from the high he had enjoyed earlier.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2015 17:59:31 GMT -5
Axel was caught off gaurd and fell on his butt, he even backed away in case Cold decided he was going to stomp on him too. It wasn't unlike him to do that, and he wasn't currently wearing a cup. When it was clear that he didn't intend to further harm him, he timidly got back up and brushed himself off of dust and whatever else was on the floor of the Rogue's hideout. When Cold revealed the woman's face, he could already feel blood rush to his neck, among other places. "Whoa, she's cute! Lemme see her tits!! C'mon Cold, don't hold back on me!!" he said rubbing his hands together with a curious grin, though careful not to touch Cold again, if he really did intend to follow through on his threat. "I bet everyone else saw her jugs! This ain't fair man, just cause my douche-trash mom grounded me doesn't mean I can't see a nice rack!"
"You're still on that Axel?" Evan asked walking in with red and green flannel and a pair of shorts, "Get the bloody hell away from her boyo, or Ah'll be the wun tah newtah yew. Right here, with me own mirror gun!" He said puffing up and pushing the teenage Rogue away with his chest. "Jesus, sweat nipples! Okay! Okay! God! What the hell has gotten into him? Axel asked holding his hands up in defense to show that he was unarmed and unwilling to fight Mirror Master. The only one laughing at all this, was none other than Captain Boomerang, nearly laughing himself to tears.
Mark walked in, sporting a plain white tee and blue jeans; only bending over to pick up his yellow rain coat. "I'm ready to get going, Evan? Will you stop your jealous rampage and get us to Gotham?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2015 18:14:00 GMT -5
Barbara's head hurt, it was like someone was constantly pounding at her brain with sledgehammers and telling annoying jokes. Wait, that didn't make any sense. The cripple felt the villain roll down the hood of his parka off her face and light hit her eyelids, squeezing them tightly in annoyance and turning her head to bury it deeper and away from the light, and in conjunction--the annoyance. Still having a momentary shiver, Barbara's only urge now was to get warm, even if it meant holding onto this super creep with a single good hand.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2015 17:39:38 GMT -5
Cold simply pulled the parka back over Barbara’s head and let Evan do the talking, he was tired and if the Scotsman wanted to do the work he’d let him. For a moment, he entertained the idea of forcing the redhead to wake up to acknowledge the Trixster and take the brunt of the teens annoying personality full force. If just to piss her off a little more. But with her grip tightening on him and her pleasant little figure pressed into his, Cold couldn’t say he was as eager to get rid of her as he claimed to be.
That didn’t mean the boys had to know that.
With a grunt, Cold wrapped his arms under the shivering form of Barbara Gordon and stood up off the couch, picking her up as he straightened. With a quick jerk of his head, his beloved goggles were tossed off and landed safely on the molted cushions of his couch. He looked like a battered up construction worker in blue ski sweats and a off-white wife beater, without his parka and his belt he was no more than an average citizen.
Cold didn’t mind being perceived that way as it was all part of the plan. Looking to Mirror Master, the ice villain walked up to the man and nudged him with the redheads foot. “I want us close but not inside the Hospital. We are going in through the front” He looked around to all that were coming and smirked. “We’re construction workers that were heading home from a job and we found her under a I-beam. That’s our story. Don’t get too creative with what you tell people, I’ve had enough of the cops for one night”
Mick looked to the cackling Boomer and Axel and rubbed the back of his head. “I’ll stay behind with these two. Five’s a crowd anyway” Cold gave the pyro a look but shrugged it off. “S’your choice Mick. We won’t be more than two hours. If anything gets broken. Axel---Just remember what I said before”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2015 13:12:09 GMT -5
The teen crossed his arms and flipped his hair as he didn’t like being ignored, yet he liked all his bones where they were; which was in his body. “Alright, whatever; can we at least do something? I’m bored, and I finally got my weapons back! I didn’t get to have an adventure! You guys left me out of it.” Axel whined looking to Heatwave for help, and choosing to ignore Captain Boomerang. “Aye think we’ve dun enough for tewday, wouldn’t yew say, Mick?” Boomer asked as he found his comfy chair and collapsed in it, if anything just to oppose axel. "No Mickey! C'mon! Let's go flip a liquor store! Let's burn a place down! Let's burn some people down!" Axel yelled leaning in on Heatwave.
Evan charged up his gun and aimed it at a mirror, “Hey, Len. Maybe Ah should hold her. Yer arms must be tired by now, boyo. An’ change out the coat… yeh know, yer signature coat?” the Scottsman asked, implying that someone would notice him immediately; he still opened up the mirror to the Mirrorverse and put one foot through, even going as far as holding out his arms to see if Cold would pass him Barbara.
“Get moving,” Mark said grabbing his face with one hand and pushing Evan into the mirror and stepping in himself, “C’mon Len, let’s get this over with. This situation has went on too long.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2015 10:43:15 GMT -5
Barbara shifted her glance from the lights in the Rogue hideout, becoming delirious, she felt as if she was holding onto her father, well at least a younger version of him at least. Her shivering began to slow down as the heat of the AC began to kick in, but only for a moment. The redhead knew that it was going to go away soon, and she’d return back to the dark and dank scenery of Gotham, even the hospital had a knack for keeping the thermostat thirty below zero.
“Don’t make them… take me.” Even Barbara wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but for whatever reason the saying felt appropriate. Unsure of what she said or why she was saying it, as long as she had some sort of consciousness in the presence of cold blooded killers, it granted her some sort of defying comfort. There was still the loud clamoring of the teenage, in which she desperately wanted someone to shut him up, or duct tape his face shut. Though there was one thing she agreed with, Weather Wizard—who seemed to have his head on his shoulders compared to the annoying voice that belonged to Axel—had the right idea. The faster she could get to Gotham General, or where they planned on taking her, the better.
“Don’t let them…”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2015 17:44:39 GMT -5
Mick felt like he was a doll being pulled apart between two screaming children, his head was pounding and he was still filled to the brim with restless melancholy. And yet even the words of the asshole teen were enough to incite excitement in the pyro. “Burning is good” He looked over towards Cold just as the man sent a very intense, angry look his way. “But not tonight Axel” Mick almost groaned out his pain at giving up a night of setting things on fire.
Cold looked back from Mick to Mark and Evan as the two; in essence, acted out a scene from the Three Stooges. Len subconsciously pulled Barbara close, listening to her mumble as he shook his head at Mirror Master. “She’s fine where she is McCulloch. Keep your eyes ahead”
The scruffy villain stepped forward to follow his two friends into the mirror verse, not bothering to discard his parka as it was all that kept Barbara decent and he wasn’t willing to watch Mirror Master drool over the redhead. Who was still muttering at him. Cold leaned down to hear her better, stepping passed Mardon with a nod to this fellow Rogue. “Red. You need medical attention we can’t provide, and I am tired of babysitting you. So the doctors are going to take you off our hands”
For a moment, Cold felt that damn guilt again and it was enough that he decided to take a little chance. “Do you want me to stay with you in the hospital?”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2015 9:16:29 GMT -5
“You guys are no fun. I should have robbed a bank myself. I could totally do it!” Axel whined and plopped himself on the couch, “So go an dew it, mate. We're not stopping yah.” Boomer said picking his teeth with his bare hands, “Nah,” Axel sighed, “I don’t wanna.” Boomer leaned over and grabbed the remote, “Awroight, well if yew don’t moind, Aye’m ganna tern on sum rugby.” He said, clicking on the television and leaning back.
“Ah bet she gets her red hair frum Scottland. Her pa’s probably from Glasgow. Ah mean, where else could she get her red hair frum?” Evan kept talking as he walked them through the Mirrorverse and into Gotham. “I dunno… Irish?” Mark asked, pulling a hat down, and pocketing his hands. “Don’t you feckin’ dare, boyo…” He said jabbing his finger into Mark’s chest. “Grow up, Evan.” Mark said swatting his hand away from him.
“Nunna yeh know how tah treat a lady as feine as Babsy here. Anno how tew, trust me.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2015 10:31:09 GMT -5
Still delirious and not thinking straight made it hard to make out words, but the thought of spending any more time that she needed to around any of the Rogues made her want to puke; she actually wanted to make herself do it, all over his jacket and down Cold’s shoulder. Heh, cold shoulder.
Barbara opened her eyes as she felt the coolness of Gotham return to her, even if she could do without the chill, it was a comforting feeling as she saw the lights of the city’s hospital in her blurred state. There was the noises of construction, police sirens, and chatter, she almost heard Mardon explain more distaste for the City of Batman, and Snart readjust her to get a better grip. The mere fact that she remembered who was pulling her closer to his body made her sick to her stomach. The cripple didn’t reject it though, she cared more about staying warm than who was carrying her, unless it was Joker, she didn’t mind if he got off on holding her close.
It was in these moments that she began to feel like she was slipping out of consciousness, she moaned in an attempt to fight it off, but she could feel its icy grip on her.
“Don’t…” she murmured without finishing her thought.
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