The Great Rogue Robbery [Captain Cold]

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There was a stink in the air; it had to be the plumbing, that or the refrigerator was busted from banging against it for half an hour. Lights were burnt out, and rent was probably over due. Mark sighed as he flipped through television channels until he stopped at GCN, it was just in time for an interview that Summer Gleeson was hosting; some bald chick who was over dressed and smiled too much. By the looks of it, she was probably a cancer survivor or something; the fangs threw him off, as he idly paid attention to it.



The blonde he was with last night was still asleep on the couch and Len hadn’t returned from the night prior. He clutched a cold glass of orange juice, and had an extra sitting by the table if his one night stand ended up wanting a drink. Bambi was her name, and she was still half dressed, and possibly still inebriated; the juice would do her good.



One thing was for sure, they needed money. If it wasn’t evident last night, it sure was this morning. The television was even cutting in and out between snow and black and white images; he wasn’t even sure how it was still operational. Mark took a small sip out of the cup; it was warm, yet was still comforting. He had been waiting all morning for his roommate to walk through the door, but after a few hours came to the conclusion that he just wasn’t going to. If anything, he just wanted Len to make the fridge cold again.

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Keys jingled loudly on the other side of the front door, the toothed key was crammed into the lock and twisted hard as it almost had to be wrenched loose from its placement in the door just to open it.

Snart was tired, his tux returned, he now only donned his blue Captain Cold pants and a dirt wife beater. It was a chilly night, but he had experienced colder. He squinted as he stepped into darkness, the only light visible was the TV that struggled for life; illuminating Mark Mardon and---

“Who the hell is that?” Cold didn’t know what surprised him more, that his power was out or that Mardon actually let a girl stay after he finished with her. Oh. And that stink in the air was sex. It was gross and it made the ice villain crinkle his nose in distaste.

Chance are he was going to wind up stepping on some viscous fluid he wished he hadn’t sometime tonight. He’d scream at Mardon later.

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"Shut the door, Len. Jesus." Mark shivered briefly before taking his wand to the door himself and shutting it with a gust of wind. "You should really have some windows installed or something." He said doing his best to ignore Cold's only question, he wanted to avoid any heckling at all costs, though with Bambi's lack of clothes, it made it hard not to speak of the elephant in the room. He knew who she was, he wasn't entitled to answer him on a rhetorical question. "Where have you been last night?" Mardon asked before finished off the orange juice and placing it on the coffee table, "I brought home bread and beer last night, but the fridge got..." He turned to look at it for a moment before continuing, "it was busted when I got here. The beer is so warm I think it's only suitable for Rory."

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Cold stared, unimpressed at his comrade’s lack of modesty or an answer to his question. “It’s a rental Mardon. I don’t get to make any structural changes to the place” The ice villain wandered into his apartment, going to a cabinet in the kitchenette and opening it, within was a fuse box that he dinked around with for a few seconds before the power flickered back on.

“You blew a fuse ya weather man reject” Len belched as he closed the cabinet and got two beers out of the fridge. Setting them on the counter, he pulled a cold gun from the back of his pants (not the wisest place to put it but whatever) and started fiddling with the settings till he was satisfied.

He chilled the two bottles and moved towards the couch.

“Why would you even buy bread, it’s not like we have anything but mayonnaise to put on i---aww man Mark. My mayonnaise” Cold rolled his eyes and groaned at the thought of his lost condiment.

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From the other end of the couch, Bambi gave a groan as the two men talked at regular volume; her head pounded and her throat stung from how dry it was. The blond gave a yawn and poked her head out from the parka she had been sleeping under, looking over at the glass of orange juice she quickly snatched it up and went back to hiding under the big blue jacket.

Once the vitamin C had been consumed, she poked her head up again, only to realize that the voices she was hearing hadn’t been the TV. And the room was much bright, she supposed this meant the power was back on. How obnoxious.

When Bambi sat up fully, the burly brunette cast her a look and seemed to just stare for a moment; the chill in the air reminded her that she was not currently adorned with a top of any kind. The escort didn’t shy away from the stare she got and simply pulled the park up around her shoulders.

“Morning?”

The larger of the two (Len was it?) simply walked over and handed her one of his two beers, which she gratefully took.

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Somehow Mardon knew that the junk heap they were living in was a rental, yet it didn’t occur to him that they could pop open a hole somewhere to let some light it. “That makes sense, yeah. Sorry.” He said shaking his head, and in turn, his hangover. Looking over to Len chill the beers with his gun, he had hoped that one of them was for him. Though in his mind, he could see him drinking them both.

The Weather Wizard’s logic was bouncing around in his head, as he leaned his head against the back of the couch. “I thought if I bought bread you can buy ham or something and we could use the mayo for sandwiches. Anyway, why are you worried about mayonnaise if you can’t eat it with anything in the first place?”

It was then that Len handed Bambi the beer that made Mark want to switch gears. “Okay, look, Snart. I’m just going to cut to the chase; we’re in need of some cash. We need to do a hit. Sooner rather than later.” He said, spreading his arms out a little in order to display their living habits. “If you were going to ask me, I think the Russians have a pretty good thing going on here in Gotham. What say you and me put them in their place? Those smug little bastards...”

Mark then looked over to his one night stand and then back to Cold, “Oh and, Bambi wants to help. She said she knows the ins and outs of Gotham Underground. Something we’ve been struggling with, the past few weeks we’ve been here.”

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Cold sat down on the coffee table between the couch and the TV, tensing as it creaked but inevitably held his bulk with only minor complaint as the legs squeaked to accommodate him. He thumbed open his beer, letting the cap fly off in some random direction as he stared down Mardon and his half-naked party favor.


He chose to ignore the comment about the bread, it was a lost cause they could acknowledge later. For now he instead focused on the real problem, their exponentially decreasing finances and Mardon’s plans to change that.

“Ok, hold on--” Cold held up his free hand to pause the Weather Wizard verbal onslaught. “I get we need cash--but you want to piss off the Russian’s?” The ice villain sounded skeptical and the look on his face his face only added to the feeling that he wasn’t buying what Mark was selling.

That is until he grinned

“Let’s fuck em up” Cold looked over at Bambi again as his comrade gestured to her and raised a bushy eyebrow. “She want’s to help huh? No offense babe, but why should we trust you? By the smell of this place I don’t think Mardon is using his higher brain functions at the moment. What’s in it for you?”

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Bambi grinned as she sipped her beer, nodding at the legitimate and reasonable questions Cold sent her way. A naked foot slipped from under the parka (Cold didn’t seem to mind) and slipped it under Mardon’s butt to steal some of his body heat.

“I like Mark and I’d really like a cut of this gig. Kinda tired of being a whore you know? I want out of Gotham too. This is my only chance. When else will I get the opportunity to help two out of town super villains rob a Russian Mafia?”

She was blunt and honest, feeling that with these two guys it was best to put all her cards on the table and let them decide whether she could be trusted.

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"It's simple Len, she helps us out with this gig, and we get her out of Gotham. This way she can't betray us, and we can't betray her." Mark explained, waving his hands and leaning back into the cushions, one arm dropping around Bambi's shoulders. "But..." The rogue said shaking his head in an uncertain fashion. "I hear that Anatoli Knyazev is in town. The KGBeast. The dude killed over a hundred people in ten days. If we run into him we have to be careful, he can get away with it too, since the Russian embassy can't arrest him outside of his country. It's likely he's going to be hanging out with his families in the Russian mobs. If we turn him in, there's a chance we could earn double in our hit."

Mardon leaned forward and folded his hands, and smiled his signature devilish smile, "The Dimitrov Crime family has millions in unmarked bills hidden around ports in Gotham. All we gotta do is visit those ports, take all we can until Knyazev shows up. I think we're more than qualified to take him."

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Cold chose not to comment about betraying the woman, as he could list a whole slew of ways they could in fact screw her over. She wasn’t a Rogue, he owed her no favors; but he wasn’t a complete asshole and was willing to give her a chance. If she proved up to the task, taxiing her out of Gotham would be simple.

Sipping at his beer, Cold absorbed the intel on KGBeast and introspected on whether or not it was a prudent idea to.

“We’ll hit these ports and take as much as we want, I have another gig over the next week or two so that gives you two plenty of time to figure out the schedules and who’s where at what time and why. I want this place CASED Mardon. and No KGBeast”

Cold grinned at Bambi, who had leaned into Weather Wizard and shut her eyes; listening but obviously fighting a headache.

“KB often times gets roped into Suicide Squad crap. I don’t want him going after Boomer to get back at us. We stop him if we need to, but we don’t turn him in. Too much trouble for chump change.”

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"Len, Len you don't understand." Mardon laughed to himself and leaned forward, breaking his slight connection that Bambi had on his shoulder. "Waller's reach doesn't go to Russia. We turn him in, they off him, we get paid, and then boom!" He clapped his hands and laid back into his seat, "We become Russian heroes. See Len, we can make this a robbery. We could make this a great robbery. But if we can pull this off, we can make it a Great Rogue Robbery."

Mark smiled a smug and confident smile, even returning his arm back around Bambi. "Plus, even if he did somehow end up back in Task Force X, it's not like Boomer can't handle himself. He could probably convince the big oaf to pop his own head off with those nano neck bombs."

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Cold snorted and leaned back a fraction, only to rock forward onto his feet and walk off back towards the kitchen. “You’re a piece of shit with that dramatic flair Mardon. Fine. If Antoli is there and tries to stop us, we put him down and YOU TWO chuckleheads can turn him in for the reward. Oh--And specify just who you’ll be turning him over to? You failed to name names”

Cold was digging his heels in, simply because the Rogues as a whole already had enough enemies to contend with and having some Soviet psycho come down on them if things went down wrong was not something the ice villain was interested in.

“Oh and Mardon. You’ve never been on the Squad so I’m just gonna give you a friendly tip. That bitch Waller can reach half-way around the world and pull a diamond out of Lex Luthors ass if she wanted.” Cold grimaced at the vivid but accurate thought. “Don’t underestimate her”

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Bambi was still snoozing next to Mardon, listening idly to the two debate about whether or not they should take down this guy KGBeast. She had heard of him and had even seen him once when she was spending her night as one of the lesser Dimitrov boys dates. He was terrifying and huge, all she saw was his big meaty fist beating her new favorite Weather Man into a green paste.

It made her uncomfortable, but she’d support whatever decision the two made. They were the career criminals, she was just a hooker trying to get out of the biz.

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"Doesn't she work for the US Government? Peace treaties and shit, that doesn't apply? It's out of her jurisdiction. I don't understand how some fat bitch can do all that. I don't even know why she like Boomer enough to keep him on call, all the time. He's the dunce of the Rogues." Mark pondered out loud, unsure if Leonard was telling the truth or not. The thought of it made him realize if it was true, she'd have more power than the President of the United States. At his question, he shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno, someone in the government. We could just turn him in to some government facility or something? Say hey, we got this wanted criminal. Well. I mean, Bambi could do that since we're wanted criminals."

He nudged Bambi, despite that it failed work on waking her up. Call it a reflex. "She knows enough people that if we do bag and tag this guy we'll be safe. I mean, how often do we get the chance to do something like this?"

Now Mardon leaned forward and pulled out a tablet from underneath the couch, unlocking the screen and flipping through several pictures, Mark pointed out their targets. "Each one of these bunkers has millions in unmarked bills. I say we take as much as we can carry and burn the rest. Something to piss them off. Let them know who we are. Their crime in Gotham is petty compared to us."

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Cold just gave a shrug, when it came to Boomer they were all in agreement; the man was a sack of shit. But he was ‘their’ sack of shit, so that Waller had the Aussie Thug by the short hairs almost 24/7 chapped the entire Rogue’s Gallery in the most uncomfortable of ways. “Are you drunk Mardon. Did you forget that WE are wanted by the Government too? Yeah. We can turn KG in, and get arrested ourselves right after that. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want the all seeing eye of The Wall on me. Again”

Cold had to wince at the memory of his time on the Suicide Squad. Fuck it had been the worst few months of his life. Well---almost.

Cold turned back to Bambi, who huffed at being nudged and tweaked his comrades ear grumpily. “I’m fine with earning some cash and infamy, but I am curious--who do you think we could bring KG into, Girly?”

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Bambi blinked over at Cold and rubbed the knuckle of her index finger over the corner of her mouth. “Honestly, there’s more than one family that the Russian Mob consists of, all we have to do is put feelers out to see who he’s pissed off. If I recall one of the sons of the Buchinskovic sub-family refused to pay a hefty fee for some Russian merc. May be your KGbeast.”

Cold raised an eyebrow at her and gave a nod of his chin for her to expand on her advice. Bambi chewed on the inside of her cheek and mentally went through a list of names. “Buchinskovic are the family in charge of imported and exported narcotics for the Russians. You could grill the guys in charge of that operation--Or you know---Go talk to Penguin”

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"You forget where Evan got Sam's gear? Government can't do shit to us with Evan on our side. It was only by chance that they were able to plant a bomb in Digger's neck before we had the chance to save him."

Mark did notice his visible wince at the mention of his own time with Waller. It wasn't easy on anyone, they had pretty much been lost without Cold for direction. Mark took a beat and sighed, running his hand through his hair.

"I mean you're.. right, you're right.... w-we have to be careful with this shit, and the Rogues have seen some bad times as a group. We've seen family die and Rogues defect, but we've always been high risk high reward kind of people. I mean we face the Flash all the time. But if you're thinking this is too much, we don't need to do it. I just thought, y'know... when in Rome..."

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"See...?" He said looking at Bambi after her insight. The only name he picked up on was the Penguin. Was that a thing? Penguin? Was he an actual threat.

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Bambi pushed herself up from under Mark’s arm, making sure she was covered before she ambled off to the kitchenette. “I’ll go ahead and get in touch with my contact, tell em what we need and she’ll set up a meet between us. Maybe tomorrow night?”

Cold watched her walk passed him and waved a hand. “Don’t go setting up too much. I still need a week for my own gig. Just set up the meet, don’t make too many decisions, alright?”

The Central Rogue grinned as the escort waved a hand at him absently, he didn’t turn back to look at Mark until Bambi had plucked up her cell phone, snatched a cigarette and walk outside as her phone dialed.

Turning back only when the woman was gone, Len whipped around and punched Mark in the shoulder, exposing a toothy grin to his comrade. “Where the HELL did you find that piece of strange Mardon?”

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Mark watched Bambi get up and walk over them, he looked back at Leonard and leaned forward, one fist under his chin. There wasn't much to go off of from Len's question, he simply shrugged. The smirk on his face said everything he needed. Sure he didn't actually find her, and she approached him. Yet the raised eyebrow and cock-eyed stare. "Jealous?" The Weather Wizard asked a great big smile suddenly forming after his words left his mouth. Of course, if he had known where Snart had been last night, he might not have been so cocky.