"We should plan a robbery, we make sure we get caught, then they have to throw us in jail. The cats can't get us then. It has to work, they're evil and I can't stand it anymore," Trickster thought out loud.

The cats were only getting had taken over their hideout and trashed it. It was worse than they ever could have imagined, for all their good intentions of taking care of the cats, giving them a good home, and loving them the cats took that and used it as a weakness exploiting the Rouges any chance they got.

The two cats demanded canned cat food, otherwise, they would chew on the refrigerator. The refrigerator. The demon cats would chew on the metal and get the door to open and eat anything in it. Green beans, leftover Chinese takeout, and out of date shredded cheese. The two cats left the dry cat food the Rouges left out for them untouched. The cats destroyed the hideout, the refrigerator wasn't able to keep food cold any more with tiny teeth marks riddling it. The ratty furniture that had come with the abandoned building was starting to fall apart even more. The sofa they used the most was barely holding itself together the stuffing had bled out all over the floor in the hideout. Something had to change.

Leonard spoke up in the car the rouges was sitting in away from the cats, "We'll put them in a box and give them to a shelter. We have a code, we don't kill, we don't hurt women, children, and even evil cats. We'll just let the shelter reform them." The car shifted when they turned to look at each. They felt demeaned at being kicked out of their hideout, by cats that weighed less than ten pounds. It was sad.

"That sounds like animal prison," Mick said from the back seat, "I'm in."

Rounding up the cats wasn't easy or painless, it took many cans of Fancy Feast and sleeping aids before they tried to enter the hideout. Mick opened the cans of cat food and dumped them in a bowl and they mixed in some sleeping pills with it. They just wanted to live in their hideout again. Cats weren't supposed to do that! Leonard had seen the tabloids that had told horror stories about Tim Drake-Wayne's cat, but it was tabloids and he didn't trust them. They all did now, the cat from Gotham and their demon cats seemed eerily familiar.

"Here kitty, here kitty, kitty, kitty," James was saying in a sing-songy voice luring the cats out to eat the food. They came and descended on the food like that of birds on carnage. The cats yowled and made noises that, the three men were almost certain that cats shouldn't make. The two cats ate the cat food quickly, and the rouges knew they had to act fast they couldn't waste a minute to get the cats in the cat carrier Captain Cold stole from a pet store. The had ran through the steps like a well-practiced robbery, Mick and Leonard were going to grab the cats. James was going to open the cage and shut it before the cats could leave and terrorize them.

It was a good plan. It should have worked, and if they were normal cats it would have.

The first sign of trouble came when the cats didn't get sleepy from all the sleeping pills in the cat food they consumed. The little brown mottled cats didn't slow down a bit, they scratched and bit at any part of Leonard, James, or Mick they could get at. It took an hour to get two cats in a carrier. One of the cats would be placed in it, and they would finally catch the other when they tried to put the second cat in the carrier the first cat would jump out.

The car ride to the shelter they picked out was long and filled with loud yowls and meows from the evil cats in the back seat. The car they boosted sat three in the front and so they all three sat in the front. They didn't say they were afraid of the cats because that was ridiculous, but the cats left all there arms and faces with long bloody scratches. They all were hurt in one form or another from the cats, and they could smell the blood on them. No one wanted to be close to them in a enclosed vehicle, it didn't matter if the cats were in a carrier.

The shelter they once had said they would never take the cats to was mostly empty as just Leonard walked the two cats in the shelter where he was greeted by a volunteer who was reading a book. She pushed her glasses up on her face as she set the book down and looked at him and the cats who were still acting possessed.

"I can't take care of the cats anymore," Leonard said before he was interrupted by a yowl, "I just can't take it anymore."

"You look so familiar," another yowl cut through the air as the girl studied his face. "I know you! You're Captain Cold! What have you done to the poor cats! I can't take them!" the girl was quickly getting hysterical. She picked up her phone and started to call the police. The cats yowled even more.

Leonard's face showed no emotion as he felt himself dying inside. The police station was close so they would have to leave soon he didn't get a chance to drop off the cats. He had to run to keep from being captured by the cops. He ran full force to the car and put the cats in the back seat and ordered Mick to drive.

James was almost in tears as the cats yowled in the backseat of the car. "Why? What happened why didn't you just leave them in the shelter? You could have left them in the parking lot!"

"I agree with him. What the happened?" Mick asked gruffly as he moved through traffic.

"The girl recognized me and wouldn't take that cats and she called the cops," Leonard said before muttering under his breath, "James' idea is sounding better and better."

"I know a bank we could rob," James said desperately to be free of the cats.

"Let's do it," Mick said as he patted the heat gun.

Leonard sighed, "We've done worse." It was settled they were going to jail to avoid being cat owners.

It was half an hour later when the police and Flash caught the rouges robbing a bank. The three of them faked being angry at being caught. It was relief that sank through them, at the sight of the safety that jail brought from the refuge from the two cats. The homey metal bars and police officers that were always there. Completely and totally evil and demon cat free.

The police found the stolen car they had used and the cats weren't their problems anymore. They didn't care what happened to them or who was the unlucky person who had to take care of them.

They were in the holding cell when James's announced, "This is what freedom feels like." They all had a smile on when they could actually sleep and not wake up in fear with a claw at their necks.

"Sweet freedom!" James shouted as he stood on the cot in the jail cell.

AN

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