Heatwave kept on running her hands down her very wide and very supple hips. With dainty, uncallused hands. Her burns were now only 1st degree and crisscrossed her body faintly. She wanted to explode but focused instead on her leader.
Leonard Snart, or Captain Cold as she was more commonly known, stared back with her icy blue eyes, the power of her stare not at all diminished. She was slim, not as big-hipped as Heatwave now was, but her breasts were amazing. "Mick, close your mouth before you drown in your own drool."
"But Cold, we're...we've been-"
"The rule's have changed Mick, that's all. We're still the Rogues and The Flash is probably dealing with this five times better and faster than we are. Mirror Master, stop posing! Sis, come here!"
Golden Glider walked towards her big bro-sister, and gave her an appraising once over. "Yeah Cold?"
"What was that next job I turned down for consideration a week ago?"
"The British Family Jewels?"
"That's the one. We'll do that in a couple months. For now, let's go reintroduce ourselves to the fine folks of Central City."
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