Huddling together to prevent pneumonia
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It was the cheesiest most clichéd super-cliché ever. The "We must cuddle to prevent either of us dieing from pneumonia". The Rogues decided that they hate clichés. Very, very bad.
And this time, it wasn´t even their fault. Well, not the fault of all of them. Technically, it was Weather Wizard´s fault...partially. Actually, it was his son Josh. Mark´s powers always went completely mad when josh was around. Yes, they increased nearly a hundredfold..but went completely out of control. Which meant that the Rogues were trapped in a giant igloo. With very, very thick, impenetrable walls. That Mark was unconscious only made it worse. Piper had managed to establish contact with the JLA briefly. The heroes were working to get them out. They suggested to preserve warmth, not to do anything reckless and keep calm until the heroes would arrive. In circa 4 hours. If they would move to quickly, to forcefully, the whole igloo would collapse and bury them.
So, the Rogues huddled together. All of them were freezing. Trickster had once expressed the thought to steal Cold´s anorak which was rewarded by a gun under his face.
It was Trickster who said out loud what they all thought.
"Guys. This is the worst case scenario come true. We have to choices: either die from pneumonia before they arrive or-" the "or" hovered in the igloo like Damokles´sword. He left the second option unsaid, but every Rogue knew what he didn´t say.
Cold sighed. "I hate this option. But I hate freezing to death even more. So...um...," he interrupted himself.
"Just exactly how...?" asked Heatwave. He was rewarded by a big shrug.
They turned their heads to Piper.
"If anyone of you is about to say certain words from which we all know what they will be...he´ll be sorry. Understood that?"
They nodded.
In the end they formed a group hug around Heatwave because Piper pointed out Mick´s cryophobia. All Rogues understood.
Neither of them said a word for a very long time. Piper´s communicator crackled and spat out a few words. "..ok? just--crss--halfway...estim...-shrrrk- 2 hours crck"
"Thank god," said Mirror Master, "I don´t think that I could stand much more time with all of ye. Especially that bloody fag-" he broke up with a groan of pain caused by an elbow to his ribs.
"Whoever did that, thank you." said Piper. He would have wished to do it himself, but he was on the other side of the group. No one replied "you´re welcome", so the culprit didn´t want to be recognized.
The time passed rather uneventful, except that Cold nearly fell asleep, everyone waited anxiously and in fear after Trickster sneezed but nothing was triggered by that and Heatwave promised several gods that he would become legit after that, maybe open a bar, settle down in Florida, found a family and shoot at any trespasser in capes and tights. And Rogues in incognito, he added after a glance at Trickster.
After they were finally freed ,they vowed to never speak of this ever again.
When Mc Culloch was about to say something, Piper walked up to him and kicked him "where the sun doesn´t shine." He walked off, and no one dared to stop him.
The other Rogues sneaked away when the heroes watched MM curl on the ground in pain. Mc Culloch himself jumped into the next mirror he could find and vanished.