Central City Principles
"Do we have to get him out? He's the one who fucked up! Who tries to steal a Tiffany lamp and then try to smuggle it out?" Lisa leaned over Len's chair and propped her chin on his head. Not easy to do since he was pouring over a map of Iron Heights and marking new security upgrades and altered guard rotations.
"He's on a Rouge, Lisa." Leonard Snart tiled his head to the side to glance where everyone else was checking over weapons or social media. "Ready?"
A chorus of agreements followed.
"Let's go steal a Rogue."
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Mirror Master was working on a wooden puzzle of the Grand Canyon when the first pitched howl penetrated the cell walls. Pausing, he listened as another shout echoed close by. Setting the next piece into place before the cold gun whirled to life nearby.
In another minute the door had clicked open and shoved aside by a scowling Golden Glider.
"Goldie!"
"Idiot!" With a newspaper she'd had tucked into her pocket a dozen smacks peppered his head. "Moron! Ugh. I can't believe you!"
"Disciplinary meeting later," Cold's smooth drawl slide into the room with him and a finger gestured him closer. "We have 74 seconds."
"Captain! Coming! But you won't believe who got transferred in a week ago. It's on the hush-hush, but the Joker is here!"
Cold finally paused, reflective goggles obscuring what felt like a glare. Golden Glider made a retching sound. "Joker?"
"Hmmm, not sure how he ended up here. None of the guards know either! It's probably a paperwork fuck-up.
"Central is my city." Cold said too gently to be anything other than a threat. "Piper, where is he?"
He tossed and earpiece to Mirror Master who interested it just in time to hear Pied Piper respond. "He's on level 4. Cell B12."
"Trickster. Clear me a path to that level. Mick, the timeline is changed. Plan G. Mirror, follow me."
Mirror accepted a gun which he had no intention of actually using unless things got extra messy. When they reached Level 4 the Trickster had flattened every guard. Some in sticky string and struggling pointlessly. Others. wrapped in ribbons and never-ending handkerchiefs. Prisoners only barely looked up and the ones near B12 hardly moved, sleeping soundly. All sporting earplugs. The reason why became clear as they got within earshot.
Howling cackles bounced off metal and steel. Joker's voice was raspy, loud, and ear splitting obnoxious. "Say! Tommy! What do you call a cow with two legs?"
The CO glared at the opposite wall with tears of frustration. Unfortunate victim due to security retirements. The only one who had to keep listening to the Joker. "Shut the fuck up, Ronald McDonald!"
Joker howled. "LEAN BEEF! What do you call a security guard without eyes?" Joker slammed himself into the bars. Eyes wild and hands grasping except Tommy has stepped out of range, unimpressed and scowling. "TOMMY!"
"Uh-huh." Mirror Master could only admire the guards with apparent balls of steel only to preen when he continued. "You're really Gotham's worst? This is pathetic. If this was Captain Cold, he'd have gotten himself out three days ago. Step-up your breakout game, Jo-jo."
Again, Joker rammed the bars with a laughing scream of rage."
"Well, that's flattering." Tommy whipped around as Cold stepped into view. Glancing between the rogues his expression pinched. "To be held in such high regard."
"Cappy!" The Joker laughed. "From one supervillain to another you're here to get me out! Aren't you? Ohhhh! That's why you're here!"
"I can't let you do that, Captain Cold." Tommy's weapon was raised. The beginnings of fear burgeoning in his eyes while his stance and arms were steady. "You've got your man. I can't let this one escape."
Prisoners were beginning to stir. Coming to the bars to observe the proceedings. Mutterings filled the small space.
"He's right, Cap!" Someone shouted a few cells down. "You gotta keep him here! He's a fucking monster!"
"Who knows how many people he's actually killed! He got my cousin killed when he blew up the fucking subway in Gotham."
"He killed Robin!"
Cold's expression reflected his namesake. "Piper?"
"I know you don't like heroes, boss, Robin was a kid and we made a deal with the Flash." The hackers voice came over the line with a tremble.
Snart never took his eyes off Tommy even as the Joker cackled for attention. "A courtesy from Central City Rogues to Gotham."
Oh....dude? What the fuck?
Trickster stepped forward, sighing heavily. "I object because of the all deaths and that he's a really shitty clown."
"Duly noted." Cold gestured, watching silently as Tommy found himself bound and gagged within moments by ropes of red silk which suspended him from the ceiling. "Piper?"
More shouted objections, curses, and threats. Banging the doors as Joker's door slid open. The self-titled Clown Prince of Crime stepped forward and directly into a blast of ice which only slowed when the man was fully encased.
One blast could be deadly, but this would be lethal within seconds. The gun's ice was hard, almost impossible to melt on a good day. This much would take weeks without Heatwave's gun.
"Holy shit."
"It's the principle of the matter. We need to make sure that Gotham trash doesn't litter our streets." With a nod to a high-jacked security camera the door closed. A definitive noise which bounded through the hall of the prison and each man's memories.
Mirror Master had never been so proud to be a Rogue.
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