The monorail barely pulled outta the station when Nightwing showed up with one of his female gal pals. Harold J. Sneed — better known among his friends as Mr. Snee — found himself able to do nothing more than stand there as the two came crashing through the windows less than three feet away from him.

"Stop this monorail!" Nightwing ordered in a cool, calm voice. "Now!"

Internally, Snee knew he oughta stick with his orders. The Joker wouldn't like if they didn't bring this monorail to him. However, Nightwing and Batgirl weren't part of the plans. That ulcer he hadn't taken care of started to burn. It was the only warning he needed about what was gonna happen if they didn't do exactly as Nightwing demanded.

"We give up!" He bleated, tossing his arms into the air. "We ain't gonna put up a fight!"

Dopey and Mopey swung around at his words. Mopey let out a soft squawk and went to cower by the controls, but Dopey just frowned at the intruders before swinging his gaze over to Snee.

"We ain't gonna what?" Dopey rasped around the wad of tobacco he stuck in his mouth before taking the controls. "We ain't gonna put up a fight?" He fixed him with a dark, menacing look. "Who'n hell says we ain't?"

"It's Nightwing!" Snee hissed. "And Batgirl!"

"Yanno that wherever they are," Mopey added, shooting a fearful look at the silent duo. "Batman ain't far behind!"

"So?" Dopey shot a stream of tobacco at the feet of Batgirl. "We can take 'em."

"Are ya outta your freakin' mind?" Mopey raked his fingers through his oily hair. "It's the Nightbrat and Bat-bitch. We ain't got any more of a chance at beatin' them than we do the Bat."

"Boss ain't gonna care." Dopey squared his shoulders and rolled his head from side to side, preparing for the ensuing fight. "He'd tell us to get 'em."

"Boss ain't here," Mopey said. "He ain't the one who has ta fight 'em."

"And he ain't the one who gonna have the busted bones," Snee added. "Or have you forgotten about the last time you got in the Bat's way?"

"Busted three of my ribs..." Dopey muttered. "And knocked out two of my teeth."

"And ya think they ain't gonna do that if we choose to attack them?" Mopey shook his head. "Nah uh, I'm with Snee." He put his arms up. "I'm givin' up."

Dopey considered the situation for a few tense seconds. It was the shortest train ride that Snee had ever taken, but it was the longest thirty seconds of his life. Just when he thought Dopey was gonna balk and charge at the red-haired woman watching them with an amused look on her face, he reached back and flipped the controls, bringing the monorail to a jerking stop.

"Hell with the Joker," he grumbled as he held his arms up. "He wants this monorail? He can come here and get it himself." He spat out another stream of tobacco. "He's the one likes pissin' off the Bat, anyway."

A/N: Hello, all! Hope this finds you well!