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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2015 10:35:47 GMT -5
Wait, did she hear that right? In five minutes they were just going to up and leave? That can’t be right, what was the point of tearing up the place and asking for a ransom? These Central City villains sure were something else. They didn’t work out of self-interest, they worked as a team. They weren’t fueled by greed; otherwise, they’d stick around and wait for some kind of money to come by. It did hurt a little to see her wheelchair get wrecked. It was not only a work in progress, but still, her heart dropped when he consumed it entirely in ice.
His anger was frightening, even to her. It was second hand screaming, and she didn’t like it. At least they were all splitting up, that was good: it’d give her more time to get out. Barbara continued to crawl, aiming for the ladder that led to the roof. Sure they had Mirror Master searching outside for her, but she wagered that there was no way he would guess she climbed to the top. At this point she was improvising, it was hard to think ahead when the shirtless cripple was freezing, and focused on not making a sound. Biting her tongue inside her mouth, and shivering against the rafters, and holding back a whine of pain, it was only slight consolation that she was able to make Captain Cold this angry.
Barbara made it to her emergency exit; if she was caught, at least she’d get out of this blistering cold. She only prayed that when she reached the top, no one would see her leave through the roof, only in a vein hope that it was dark enough outside that when she exited. Each step of the ladder was an achievement of its own. Barbara had done exercises in the past similar to this, but never in such extreme conditions.
The roof access panel was remotely controlled, but it had a failsafe in the event she needed to open it manually, which was the case, as it usually made mechanical sounds. Not something terribly loud, but every step that she climbed on the ladder felt like her moves were echoing through the Clock Tower. Oracle saw more defense options in her future. Resting her legs between a step, Barbara balanced herself to open the cover, stressing her fingers against the cool metal panel, going as slowly as possible, and doing her best not to grunt. Numbness set in her features, goose bumps covering her body. If she couldn’t feel her legs before, she really couldn’t feel them now.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2015 9:05:59 GMT -5
Cold went off in a direction no one else did, his breath coming out in ragged puffs of steam, he needed to be alone for a moment to collect his thoughts. Mardon being here helped, the cool, calculating mind of his fellow Rogue grounded him a little, his buzz now completely gone all that remained was a throbbing headache.
He paused mid step as he remembered something, grunting as he spun on his heel and marched back into the room they had been collected in not moments before. “Mick!” There was a pause and then a heavy series of footsteps, Heatwave emerged from where he had wandered off to.
“What Cold?”
The two glared at each other for a good long while, before Cold thumbed a gesture to the last remaining computer monitor. “Stay in here and keep an eye out, if you and Mardon both leave this room there’s no way for McCulloch to come back through.” Mick clenched his jaw but gave a curt nod, that was logical and even if he was still a little sore at Cold, he obeyed without complaint and resigned himself to patrolling the room.
Cold turned to leave, walking back the way he had opted to go; into the darker, colder parts of the clocktower. The chill eased his raw nerves and temper, this had all been a huge mistake sparked from a stupid idea to play pranks. They were grown-ass men, this should have never happened, and now he had some poor cripple stuffed inside a wall somewhere with her wheelchair broken.
It wasn’t shame or guilt he felt, but Cold knew when he had gone a little too far; he knew that this would annoy him till he did something stupid to try and make amends. He didn’t owe Barbara Gordon a damn thing, but the chair thing---that didn’t sit right with him.
Cold kicked a chair as he passed by it, shattering it’s brittle, wooden legs and sending it to the floor in pieces; all to see if it would ease the ache of his temper.
It didn’t.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2015 11:04:50 GMT -5
The Weather Wizard was so use to Cold’s antics that he’s grown numb to them. Still, it didn’t stop him from shaking his head at him throwing a tantrum. The dangerous ice villain seemed to be blowing things out of proportion, it couldn’t be that hard. She’s just a cripple in the building, and she couldn’t have gotten that far. Tipping over an impressively large computer he noticed what kind it was. It was a freaking Cray Mainframe, this was a super computer used for military and official use. High tech technology companies used these to process faster programming, and by science labs for all kinds of million dollar research projects. What was a daughter of the Gotham Police Commissioner doing with a supercomputer that costs ten times more than the annual wage of her father? Just who was this girl?
Probably not so suddenly, he was beginning to feel bad for this girl, because of how much they wrecked her gear and her place. Not that the Rogues have wrecked millions of dollars in the past, but whenever they did, it usually belonged to the city, not one person. Still, Mark cared more that Cold would cool down more so that he wanted to preserve this girl’s bank account. She had to have been loaded, that or she got a huge loan from someone. Mardon circled around and found nothing, she wasn’t hiding anywhere near her, but then there it was.
A gift from The Weather Wizard as he came in through the mirror, it was a gust of wind, rain, and hail. It had been hailing on the police officers for the last eight minutes, probably in hopes that it would at least make them miserable. When Barbara began opening the chute to the outside, the wind acted as a whistle over the top of the roof. Rain and hail began to spill out from the top. “Gotcha.” He said looking up to her escaping through the top.
Firing a bolt of lighting at roof sent a shockwave, illuminating the room for a split second. The cripple fell from the ladder she was climbing, and slammed against the rafter from where she climbed up, then lost her balance and dropped hard against the linoleum tiles. “Whoa, check ‘er out.” Mirror Master said popping out from an ice fixture, “Lass ‘as got a luvly set’o knockahs!” He noted the fact that she was in nothing but a black laced bra and her longsleeve was wrapped around her legs.
”Keep it in the pants, Evan.” Weather Wizard said, aiming his wand at the shirtless cripple, though he was just as impressed as Mirror Master at her half-nakedness.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 27, 2015 14:49:11 GMT -5
Oh god.
Her fingers slipped past the steps of the ladder as wind and rain whipped her face, the shock of electricity shot through her arms and she let go. The fear of falling became more apparent when her goggles fell off her face and into the blackness of the room. The wind was knocked out of her as she crashed into the rafter; it was thankfully strong enough that it didn’t crack under her weight; the problem was she hit it so fast and so hard that she wasn’t able to catch herself from falling off. Reaching in the darkness in panic, Barbara’s arms flung out to try and grab the rafter, but to no avail. She cried out in desperation, not that it would have saved her from the wrath of the Rogues. Her hands grabbed nothing but air, feeling the ground rush to her wasn’t the ideal adrenaline she’d usually get from freefalling.
Fear gripped the cripple, and for the first time in a long time, she felt helpless. Pounding against the ground before the Rogues, felt like an all-time low, nothing more embarrassing than being without a shirt in front of a bunch of horny goons. Not idea, not ideal at all. Barbara felt a bruise on her right arm, she landed on her back on the second fall, and there was no doubt she was going to feel that in the morning. If she made it to the morning. Groaning and slowly flipping herself over to face the Central Rogues, she shivered as her next purgative was to get warmer. ”Oh don’t gawk, like you’ve never seen a cripple crawling in the rafters without a shirt before.” Barbara huffed, in aching defiance.
Boomer entered the room where Barbara fell, the surprise of her being in the state that she was tipped off the Australian Rogue to no end. He began talking in a heavily slurred tongue, which was only handicapped by his thick accent. It was damn near impossible to understand what he was saying, and possibly the worst part was that he wouldn’t stop talking.
“Oi! Aye’m gunna crack a bloody fattie at the soight a’er norks! Tha’s a last toime Aye hit the turps in th’Mirrors, Aye tell yew whut! Wish Aye were sober nuff tah enjoy ett. Though Aye’ll tell yew whut, mates, Aye can tell yah she’s a real beaut. Can root through ‘er twins any day, provoided she remayn a cripple. Only makes yew blokes wonda what her jut looks loike, am Aye roight? Or am Aye roight?”
The thug kept nudging Weather Wizard as if he knew what Boomer was going on about. Still shivering and only getting more pissed off by the second, only because of how excited he was getting by seeing her that left little to the imagination.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2015 17:09:19 GMT -5
Cold rampaged like a bull elephant through a mattress store, steam snorting out of his nostrils as he followed the obnoxious sound of Boomer’s voice. They had obviously found her, from all the noise that they were making he had through maybe she had somehow got the drop on one of them---again.
Teeth bared, the master of Absolute Zero had his gun out, ready to kick some ass. He pushed Mick aside, who had remained remarkably silent considering the woman he was staring at had broken his nose; the pyromaniac grunted as he glared at Cold. “Get out of my way Ror---”
Cold stopped dead in his tracks as Barbara came into view, his snarl falling to a neutral grimace as her shirtlessness hit him like a sack of bricks. Later, he would thank fate or whoever was looking out for him that his goggles obscured his eyes from view. Or the respect and fear he might have commanded would have been lost on how wide they had grown at the sight of half exposed titties.
The Central Rogue grit his teeth, his jaw flexing from the pressure as he managed to frown hard. He didn’t seem to outwardly mirror his comrades appreciative state of mind, rather he leveled his cold gun right between the redhead’s eyes and snarled. “It’s not your lucky day is it Babe?”
Heatwave took a step forward as if he meant to stop Cold, but instead cast a glance over to Mardon, the sober brontomancer might have a better solution for their current situation than Mick did.
The pyro was ready for any idea other than wasting a beautiful pair of breasts via freezing the girl solid.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2015 10:20:34 GMT -5
Mark looked down at the shivering cripple; she was going to catch a cold, especially if Cold decided to ice her—quite literally. He appreciated the fact that Heatwave stepped in on Cold’s gun, he didn’t look too happy. Even if he knew he was a horndog, if Boomer could just shut up for a moment it would give him a chance to think, as he was still going, under his breath. His incessant poking at him with his elbow wore off really fast, and Mark just grabbed his arm and twisted it to just get the Australian to shut up for a moment. He yelped in pain and dropped to his knees, but Boomer didn’t seem to mind, as it meant he got to get a closer look.
She tried to cover herself with her arms, rubbing vigorously to try to keep herself warm, and to try to hide from the leering eyes of the Rogues. Weather Wizard couldn’t help but smile to himself, he looked over to Mick and he nodded over to the redhead. ”Let’s tie her up.” Mardon suggested, to disarm Snart, ”We’ll show her not to mess with us again.” Mark said walking over to her and grabbing her by the legs to pull her closer to the Rogues. The Villain sat her up, she was clearly too cold to fight back, and too embarrassed to show her face.
”Oh, c’mon hun. We’re not that bad.” Mark assured with a smile as he brought her in. ”Once you get to know us.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2015 10:49:48 GMT -5
“Y-you k-kidding? I’ve just w-won the j-jackpot with you d-dorks.” Barbara’s shivered response to Cold, weakly escaped her. Sometimes, she just couldn't help herself talk smack in the face of danger; which was usually all the times she was ever in danger. She thought it was a self defense mechanism that just kicked in whenever it wanted.
“Kinky, Aye loike it! Yew got rope, mate? She moight ‘ave sum around he’yah.” The Australian thug smiled and nudged Weather Wizard again at his suggestion.
What was this, a 1940’s train robbery? They were going to tie her up and gag her? Barbara instinctively tried to kick her feet at the villain as she was being dragged across the floor wasn’t ideal, but the friction was something to be desired. The Weather Wizard grabbed her shoulders and sat her up; she was freezing, more than she ever had been in her life, his hands were warm. Shaking and rubbing her arms crossed over her chest, the redhead whined—more about just being uncomfortable, than dealing with the super creeps. Captain Boomerang bent over and leaned in close, he could have said something, and he probably did. Barbara couldn’t hear the chatter going on between the Rogues, she wasn’t facing them, instead opting to look away and down at the frozen floorboards.
“Aye said, look at me!” Boomer raised his voice, and grabbed Barbara’s chin to force her to face him. The drunk sneered at her, her dead cold eyes looked lifelessly into his, and then the commissioner’s daughter hocked up and spat in his face. Reeling back, and causing a scene, the Captain yelled in anger, “Crikey! That bloody bitch!!” Boomer wiped the spit off his face with his right hand and glared at the smirking cripple. “Aye’ll show yew no’tah mess wiff me! If Aye’m not Captain Boomerang, Aye am!” The other Rogues rolled their eyes at his antics, but soon a jestful tone went sour as Boomer stepped up and backhanded Barbara across the face.
His knuckles cracked her dry lip, and blood spilled from the top. The sudden shock caught her off guard, and threw her off balance; luckily, she caught herself before she slammed into the ground. The warmness of his hand and the blood rushing to her cheek was actually welcoming. ”I’m not s-scared of you, little m-man.” She said spitting out excess blood, “I’m n-not scared of any of y-you.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2015 16:07:50 GMT -5
Twelve inches of jagged ice sliced through the air, mere inches from the shell of Barbara’s right ear. It took some red strands of hair with it and sank into the floorboards, stabbing into the wood like a knife through butter, embedding at least half of the length of the icicle into the ground near Barbara.
This only showcased just how hard the projectile had been shot at the redhead.
Walking passed Boomer, Cold's entire body was rigid from tension and anger. His anger had come full circle, and the Aussie Thugs antics followed by his immediate humiliation at the hands of the cripple did NOT help.
With the muzzle of his cold gun pointed at her head; with trigger finger pressed at the ready, Cold knelt down in front of the bleeding woman. His free hand moved up to pull his goggles down and tuck them into the furry neckline of his parka. His face now naked, his anger was bare for all to see.
“You are” Cold reached out and smeared the red blood on her lip off with the palm of his glove, the subtle trembling of his hand a testament to his restraint. “And if you aren’t, you’re an idiot. Because what comes next just might kill ya”
Mick looked skeptical and opened his mouth to speak when Cold stood up suddenly and lifted his empty hand to silence them. “Mirror Master. Boomer. Heatwave. Go back to HQ, Local Eastside.” Cold looked to the three men, lingering on the enraged Boomer. “Now”
Cold had never lowered his weapon, it stayed trained on the cripple even as he turned to speak to Weather wizard. “Mardon, bring this place down.” Cold pointed off to the other part of the building they currently weren’t occupying.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2015 10:06:36 GMT -5
He wasn’t sure why, but the Scotsman go unreasonably panicked when Cold fired his gun at the cripple, Evan didn’t realize it, but he screamed. Much more of a reaction than Barbara herself, he grew red when no one else reacted as poorly as he did. Mirror Master stayed quiet, and all of a sudden the rest of the Rogues knew why he held his tongue. Weather Wizard only scoffed to himself and shook his head at the notion that Evan thought he could get in her pants. “You heard, Cold,” Mark said to Evan who looked uncomfortable in his suit, “get everyone back to the hideout. I’ve got some business to take care of.” Now his voice reaching a low growl, he looked over to Cold, and then to Babs, who still sat shivering on the ground.
Mirror Master wobbled over and stepped through the reflective surface of an ice structure that Captain Cold had set up, “C’mon now, Ah’m no’ waiting fer no wun.” Evan said holding out his hand. “Aye’ve always hayted holding hands. Maykes me feel loike Aye’m in grade school.” Boomer said taking Mirror Master’s hand. “Shut up and move.” Heatwave said pushing Boomer into the Mirror-verse, then walking through it himself. “Hurry up, boyo’s, Anno it can’t take tha’ long.” Evan said poking his head out and talking to the remaining Rogues.
Weather Wizard held up his wand, as it began to glow, so did his eyes. Sparks flew out; he raised his other arm in synchronization with his wand hand, probably out of dramatic effect, but for what it was worth, it worked. “Witness and tremble, before the power of God!” His voice sounded electrifying and it echoed through the walls of the Clock Tower. Wind began to furiously circle and him, raising him off the ground; he let out a battle cry and aimed his wand at the direction Leonard pointed out. The windows shattered, the floorboards began to rip from the ground, then a great burst of wind and thunder boomed from outside.
The Clock Tower suddenly exploded, the skies exposed, wind, rain and hail spilled through and the floors began to collapse as the hurricane Weather Wizard generated kept ripping up and destroying what it could. Lighting crashed into the building, setting fire to the base and cracking the ice that Cold had laid down before its creator dispersed it.
With the structure collapsing, and the flames crawling up, his work was done in a mere few seconds. Weather Wizard lowered himself onto the ground and turned to Cold. “Lets get out of here.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2015 13:34:58 GMT -5
Keep a straight face, Babs. You’ve been through worse; you’ve been shot by Joker, you’ve been gassed by Scarecrow. You’ve taken a beating from Blockbuster and you chased down a helicopter with nothing but a grapnel hook and a leap of faith, so why can’t you stop freaking out?
The shot that Cold had blasted not two inches from her neck was still freezing, and the shot just sent chills down her spine. She looked at what Cold had done to the floor, then at the exiting Rogues. His Cold Gun was powerful, and he had two of them. Barbara kept weighing her options and Cold just stood there, ordering around his men like a conductor instructing how to wreck her home.
Then it was Weather Wizard that began to stand among the fold. Electricity surging from his body and summoning a hurricane on the Clock Tower, the terrifying Rogue seemed to go all out on her base of operations as the clapping of thunder and the sound of the wind howled outside.
Her heart dropped as she saw all her work and her home get ripped to shreds. Her computers, her data, everything was gone in the flick of a wrist. Gotham Central’s clock was snatched out from the wall and went flying out into the hurricane, all the tech that had been invested in the Clock Tower’s defenses flung out and whipped against the current. Millions of dollars, and months upon months of womanpower and research felt like her heart were being torn out from her chest, and Barbara barely thought about her saving her own life as the disheartening imagery of her Magnum Opus being turned to rubble pervaded her mind. No doubt the crumbling foundations of the Clock Tower caved in her garage, where she kept special vehicles designed to be driven only by her, were being crushed. She had two vans and several sedans in there, and it was all gone. Even her wheelchair was gone.
It seemed like hours before it was all over; Barbara tried her hardest to control her breathing, she had to think, she had to act fast. Weather Wizard was already walking to the mirror, Cold was closest to her, he seemed preoccupied internally laughing; she needed to get through that mirror. Her face was flushed blue, devoid of warmth and blood; Barbara’s cold shivering body took everything in her for her arms to leave her sides, as the cripple began her crawl over to the villain in the parka. One elbow in front of the other, she was silent by comparison of the destruction of the Clock Tower falling apart. The redhead grabbed Captain Cold’s leg and with all the strength in her pulled him to the ground face first; she had to act fast. Climbing on top of his back, her measly hundred and ten pounds did the best she could at pinning him down, she knew he’d over power her soon so she had to get rid of his Cold Guns. First the one in the holster, then the one in his hand, but he was just too damn fast for her. It didn’t stop her from still reaching for the Cold Gun in the holster, maybe use it against him or at the very least toss it away from him.
Barbara opted to hang onto him for her dear life, as best as she could. “You’re taking me with you.” She whispered angrily into Cold’s exposed ear, and squeezing him like a boa constrictor.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2015 15:43:08 GMT -5
Len stood among the storm, unmoved by its vicious glory, he watched Weather Wizard work in the hopes that the extreme weather would distract him from his; admittedly, lessen temper. Cold nodded grimly at Mardon as the man landed, letting his fellow Rogue go through the mirror first before he even took a step.
But then arms were wrapped around his leg, and the redhead was pulling him to the ground, Cold's chin hit the floor hard and the man let out a grunt. His teeth piercing the inside of his cheek as his jaw clicked shut. Coppery blood washed over his tongue, which he spit out as he reached up quickly and pulled his gun out of the holster, fighting with her fingers for only a moment . His muscles had memorized the action, it was as natural as breathing for the ice villain now.
Once his his gun was drawn, he opted to merely shove both weapons under his body, using his thick bulk to shield them from being taken. He was disarmed, but not defenseless; he whipped his now free hand around behind him as she whispered in his ear and grabbed a fist full of hair at the base of her skull, all before he slammed the back of his head into her face.
Cold proceeded to roll over onto his back, aiming to squish and pin the; hopefully, dazed women with his body.
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The back of Cold’s head smacked into Barbara’s right eye and nose, she let out a grunt of surprise and pain as her vision was obscured and blood spilled down her nose and onto her lip. The redhead did her best to shield herself from another attack by ducking her head behind her back, but that only proved to be a horrible mistake; he predicted that she’d do that and rolled his hefty one-ninety-five over her frail body.
He was nearly twice her body weight, and Barbara was still tender from the thirteen foot drop she made earlier when Weather Wizard spotted her. She could feel her ribcage being pressed against her lungs and the frost from his gun dig into the scratches on her back, the cripple screamed, feeling her head being smothered by the blades of his back.
Struggling to gain control, Barbara moved her arms up to Cold’s neck, giving him free use of his arms; but she was only going to let the bastard use them to pry her off of him. She began to choke the villain with the entire force of her arms, arching her back and lifting her pelvis to take his weight off of her struggle. In an attempt to try to regain control, the redhead twisted his neck over hard, if anything just to get his bodyweight off of her. Every breath she took was deadly; she couldn’t inhale more than she was exhaling. Tears began forming around her eyes as Barbara tried one last time to get him off, her innards being crammed together, her chest was in pain, back aching, and being pressed so close to him, she could only smell the blood rushing from her nose and the slight hints of alcohol, prior of him entering her abode.
Barbara’s face was turning red, she was tired of Cold’s body squeezing her to death, and his gagging on her arms wasn’t enough consolation. Gasping for air, under him, Barbara screamed one last time and began twisting him again in a battle to remove him from her. She could have nearly snapped his neck.
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Len gulped for air as the redhead squeezed his trachea, his face was red and his eyes wild from panic as he tried first to grab her body under him. But a calculating mind quickly righted his instinctual behavior, he switched his attack to her hands instead and reached up for her wrist, wrenching at it.
She didn’t give and her nails dug into the tender flesh of his throat, then he adjusted his grip and snapped his hand hard, ignoring the pain as he aimed to flat out break her wrist to make her let go. Cold was still able to gather enough air that she wasn’t suffocating him, but she was twisting his neck and that HAD to stop. He even went so far as to lift his body up a fraction and let his entire weight go limp and slam back down into her. Grinding the redhead into the icy, rough floor.
Cold momentarily looked to the left at where both his guns lay next to each other, but decided to not seek them out. Even if he were to get ahold of one she wasn’t at an angle he could get at her with, it was a waste of energy and instead he merely overpowered her.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 11:15:44 GMT -5
That one brief second was glorious heaven, the very moment Cold lifted his body from her, Barbara knew she only had a moment to take a deep breath, and she did. Her nose worked, she could suck in air through her teeth, and the redhead filled her lungs for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. The lift only lasted for a second before she was slammed back down, her skull cracking against the hardwood flooring. She could feel the panic in his body, the beating of his heart rapidly increasing as continued her constriction. Barbara kept twisting, kept attempting to desperately get his weight off of her. Even if she was being crushed, she wanted to be in control of the situation. The ice kept scratching and digging into her back, she felt her skin rip and freeze over in a horrible pattern against her shoulder blades.
Wheezing out blood, tears froze against her cheek, she felt his hand against hers. It was in this moment that her weakness gave in to his pull as he yanked her arms away from his neck, snapping her left wrist in two. The hacker screamed in agony, feeling the bones pop out of place but not having the visual aide of seeing what he had done to her. A jolt of adrenaline overcame her, and she used her good hand and hoisted the villain off of her, enough to crawl most of her body out. Grunting and pulling her hand away from Cold, she held her deformed wrist in pain, and examined the damage. Just as she expected, the bastard broke her hand.
Barbara spat out blood that instantly froze against the flooring, she needed to get away from Cold as far away from him as possible, but she could barely move. She collapsed against the floor, breathing, her head spinning, and had half a mind to crawl to a window and fall out. The sound of the sirens still roaring filled the air, her eyes half open, and still clutching onto her wrist, the redhead only let out involuntary shriveled whines. Whatever happened next, she felt like her bad decisions lead her to that. She should have activated the Tower defenses, the second she had the chance. Cold better kill her, or else she’d dedicate her time in making his life miserable.
The sense of feeling left her, Barbara stopped shivering, her systems began to shut down, and her vision began to blur. The cripple’s breathing began to slow down, and the sirens began to drown out. She could feel death’s icy grip, or it was probably just the frozen solid hard wood flooring.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 15:43:10 GMT -5
Once she was off him, Cold bounded to his feet, placing a hand over his throat and coughing as the pressure had bruised his trachea. He whipped around to glare down at her, only to be confronted with the most pitiful thing he had ever seen.
Beaten. Bruised and battered. The fiery young redhead was nothing more than a shivering pile of defeat on the floor, if Cold hadn’t felt guilty before he definitely did now. As the building crackled and fell down around them, the ice villain heaved a grunt and put his goggles back on. Cold moved to pick up his guns first, cramming them into their holsters before approaching Barbara.
He stared down once more at his work, the bitter taste of bile sat at the back of his tongue as for a moment the sweet little face of Lisa Snart flashed in place over Barbara’s. For all his posturing he was just like his old man.
Len unzipped his parka, squatting down once he had it off and wrapped the woman up in it until only her head and her feet poked out of either end. It was big enough to cover her fully and warm from his own body heat, stiff and unhappy, Cold picked up Barbara and headed towards the mirror where the others waited.
“You’re comin’ with me kid, don’t pull anymore of that bull shit though” Cold spoke to the air more than to Barbara, who he figured was mostly unconscious. “I’m getting you to the hospital. After that, just hope we never see each other again”
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