"Oh shit," said Len Snart, Captain Cold, as he stared at the towering crimson-and-gold figure in front of him.
"Hello, Len," The Flash said. He looked at Len, Evan McCulloch (the Mirror Master), Mark Marsden (the Weather Wizard) and Dr. Michael Amar (Murmur). "Wow...A Rogue out of costume. Isn't that against the Rogue Law or something? Oh right. You're Rogues. You don't even follow the laws you guys should make." He paused. "So I hear you've been causing some...chaos...tonight, hmm? At the Rollins, Kitty's, and this ol' place right here. And a certain apartment was destroyed thanks to a strange T-shaped yo-yo."
"Wlkr..." muttered Murmur.
"Yeah! It was all Axel's fault! He had told us to get him some...uhhh...." Marsden tried to think of an excuse.
"Ahhh...Shit..." said McCulloch. "Well, you've got us, Flasher." He reached in his pocket, as did the others. "Time to die, Flasher!" He pulled out a pistol from his mirror, Cold whipped out his cold gun, Murmur his knife, and the Weather Wizard his wand, which was thundering at the end. Just as quickly, they were all barehanded. One second later, they had each gotten fifty complimentary punches to both the stomach and face. They were then all tossed into a dumpster. Eventually, Marsden was able to talk.
"So...I guess it's back to Iron Heights?" he inquired as the Flash vibrated his hand through the core of Captain Cold's cold gun. McCulloch's mirror lay shattered on the floor next to him, as did Mumur's bent blade. "Well, then, END IT NOW!" He reached for his wand.
"No!" Wally screamed. He dove down and grabbed the wand before Marsden had even come close to it. He put each hand on it, and snapped it over his knee. "You aren't necessarily going to the Heights."
"Wh—What? Why?" asked Len
"Three reasons, Snart," replied the Scarlet Speedster. "First of all, I despise the place. It's not place to treat anyone—god, hero, civilian, thief, scoundrel, Rogue, evil mastermind, or insane serial killer." He paused. "Well, maybe the Joker, but still..." He walked over to the Rogues in the dumpster. "Secondly, because this is these are your first crimes." The Rogues, puzzled, stared at him. "Captain Cold, Mirror Master, Weather Wizard, and Murmur and wanted convicts," he explained. "But the Rogues Gallery didn't commit these crimes. Len Snart, Evan McCulloch, Mark Marsden, and Dr. Michael Amar did. You guys may have all done some extremely bad things in the past, but this is the first time I've been around to see it. Therefore, I'll let you off with a warning." He (extremely) quickly picked up all of the Rogues out of the dumpster. "And finally, because everyone," He smiled. "...even Rogues, deserve a night out."