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he blinked as he was stopped from climbing the tree and blinked again as she told him to be quiet, his head tilted a little as he blinked. He'd forgotten about the other tributes in his terror of what was coming in the darkness, flushing hard as he realized he'd probably done exactly what the Capitol had wanted him to do, and give away his location. He smiled a little as she caressed caressed his bleeding cut. you shouldn't touch it, the bleeding cleans it out, I'll patch it up later. I'd rather have a cut across my chin than my head off my shoulders any day. he promised letting himself fall back into the Arena mindset. thank you for that by the way. he stated calmly, quietly now, letting her lead him deeper into the more tropical place that he hadn't been aware of. He had clung to the edges, just hovering between forest and meadow eating the leftover from the giant bird kills, giant dogs and other birds, and once one of the birds themselves after two of them got into a fight. He nodded a little. we will be fine. he agreed smiling a little. i'm clever, and your smart, your good with long ranged and I'm good with short ranged, we're practically built to kick ass together. he admitted with a small smirk. and it's a good ploy on the capitol's part. he admitted with a small shake of his head. the question now is, do we start a fire or sit the night in the darkness? both options where very dangerous. He looked at the clear blue water, feeling a twinge of unease, nice perfect water just sitting there? Doubtful... Nora wait... it's... he was going to say poisoned, he was sure it was poisoned but when he saw her ankles sink into the sand he realized it probably wasn't poisoned. shit, hold on Nora. Don't move an inch, the more you struggle the faster you'll sink, I'll find something to pull you out. he ordered and promised looking around for a rope or a thick vine before he realized they probably weren't safe either and grabbed a thick stick off of a nearby tree, rocking hard on it until it snapped and dumped him on his ass. He grimaced a little and rubbed his ass as he got to his feet again. He scrambled to his feet and raced back over to Nora, testing the sand carefully with the tips of his now bare toes checking to make sure it was solid ground setting one half of the strong stick in her hands. Hold on tight. he ordered calmly. i'll pull you out. he explained digging his heals into the dirt and started to haul on her, heaving her out of the quicksand. It was a good thing he was physically strong because while she wasn't all that heavy, that quick sand had a tight grip on her. He pulled her close enough and grabbed her arms, buried almost to her hips he wrapped his arms around her, just under the armpits and started to pull as hard, the sand making strange squelching noises as it tried to keep her, keep sucking her in, and for a long moment, they where at a stand still, Bimo against the sand, the boy groaning as he strained, the sand suddenly releasing her, sending them both flying backwards, a loud yelp falling from his lips before he made a strangled noise as she landed right on his belly, driving the air out of his lungs, wheezing as he rolled onto his side, trying to gulp in air. At least Aurora was free of the quicksand... he hoped, he couldn't tell if she'd come out when he'd fallen backwards or not.

Nora put a finger to his lips and narrowed her eyes, giving him a shake of her head. "Sh," she whispered, motioning around them. "You need to be more quiet. We are targets. The big birds in the arena are the last things you need to be worrying about. It's the other tributes that want to get us out of the way." With that, she moved her fingers south to gently caress the small gash on his chin. A frown spread across her face and she let out a sigh. "I'm sorry about that," she whispered, "Got a little too close, huh?" Reaching down, Nora grabbed Bimo's hand and started to lead him deeper into the forest. "We need to establish distance, and we need to do it quick. The sun is setting rapidly and we need to get far enough away in order to find a safe place to hunt." In the arena, Nora was more professional; more serious. She was intent on not being distracted by her feelings toward the boy next to her. If they were both going to make it to the end, silly little emotions needed to be set aside. Right? Letting go of his hand, she loaded her bow and took care in moving with an extreme amount of caution. In a matter of a few hours, they managed to cover several miles and got into the more tropical area of the arena with plent of water and animals to hunt and eat for the night. Once she knew that they were far from any other tributes, Nora turned to Bimo and gave him a little smile. "We will be fine... The are most likely making it dark in order to speed up the survival process. They want to see us make fires and what not. Fires always start battles since the smoke is an easy give-away of any hiding place." As she spoke, she walked toward the sandy bank of the clear blue water. Thirsty was a understatement for how Nora felt... And that's when she noticed the shift in the sand underneath her. Blue eyes darting down to her feet, she noticed them quickly slipping into the earth. Quick sand.

he smiled at her, looking relieved, so relieved that she was alright as he struggled to sit up, coughing and wheezing to get his air back. no problem.' he managed to respond to her thanks, getting to his feet slowly with a shake of his head. next time, remind me not to gasp though... I hate loosing my wind. he complained cracking his back and shaking his head, following after her, looking wary about the cave. It was really very amazing Bimo had made it anywhere the first round, he was suspicious of everything. He hadn't even drank from a stream until he watched at least twelve others drink from it first. He had slept in the trees, and had avoided pretty much anything that another animal hadn't touched first. Good strategy... if you wanted to starve to death. He followed her into the cave and nodded a little. i'll keep watch. he promised. and yell if someone comes along. he promised looking around the cave for materials to light a fire, gathering only long dead branches and logs, using his knife and a rock to try and make sparks. It was so much easier to start a fire using a battery and wires. By the time she got back though, he had two rocks and was showering a birds nest with some soft fluff in the middle of it with sparks again and again trying to get one or two of them to take hold, glancing up at her, his stomach growling as he saw the birds and doubled his efforts, bending down and blowing on the embers until it burst into flames, nearly taking his eyebrows with it. By then she had already finished cleaning the birds and was just waiting on him, he fed the fire little sticks, and then bigger until he had a large fire going, one that let out very little smoke. dead things don't give off much smoke. he admitted looking proud of himself for thinking of it as he prodded the fire and then stood up, examining a large 'trunk' that he had pulled out of the ground, pulling out his knife and started digging out the middle of t until he had something that resembled a cup. It wouldn't hold too much, but that was only if he could get to the water. i'll be right back, if I start yelling, my idea didn't work and I need help. he admitted offering her an impish grin before heading out and yanking down two of the long skinny vines, using his knife to cut them into more manageable sizes, making a face as thick green sap spilled out the ends, coating his hands. gross. he complained as he dug holes in the sides of his 'pot' turning it into something akin to a bucket with a handle. Then he scrambled up a tree, he liked tree's, they where safe, nothing could make a tree not safe. He carefully inched his way out over the water using a long branch. Many of the nearby trees had thick branches that hung out over the water and Bimo was hoping to lower his pot into the water to get a good drink from it. He wasn't really all that shocked when it worked. He sniffed at the water, uncertain if he should trust it or not but in the end thirst won out and he took a long drink. He could get three swallows out of the pot like thing, which wasn't much, but would be enough for now. He lowered it into the water again and then carefully lowered it to the ground, carrying it over to Aurora. i have water for you. he chirped happily, offering her the pot. get something to drink because I won't be able to go back out there, it's too dark, I'll slip. he admitted shaking his head as he settled onto the ground with a small sigh. i'm so tired already. he complained softly. everything seams so much harder this round... quicksand... where the hell do those people get these ideas from?

Aurora's heart was beating so hard, she was sure it was going to pop out of her chest. Quick sand was a new one for the Games, for Aurora had never seen it in any re-runs of the older episodes. This was something crafted specifically for this round, apparently, and she felt stupid for already falling into the trap. Standing still and letting the san envelope her, quickly slinking up her legs as she waited for Bimo to fetch something to get her out, was the hardest part. The feeling of it was awful, making her seem helpless, and the seconds droned on like hours. Relief rushed across the pretty features of her face when he returned, and she grabbed hold of the stick without a second thought. It was odd feeling to be so dependent on someone; to just sit there while he put all of his energy in pulling her from the monsterous sand. She landed on top of him with a thud, panting out of relief. She was too shocked to move, even when she was knocked to his side after her turned over to catch his breath. Her eyes glanced upward at him, barely able to make out his face in the darkness, and gave him a look of pure appreciation. He had saved her life through and through... If anything, Bimo was a quick thinker. Maybe he was right. They were a perfect match to survive the Games together, and that instilled even more fear within her. How far would the Capitol go to seperate them? "Thank you," she whispered once he stopped coughing quite as hard. She eased herself to her feet and grabbed his arm, pulling him up with her. After brushing off her clothes and quickly checking to make sure all of her arrows were still intact, she started to move around the sand and toward a nice secluded cave. Her eyes scanned it, making sure no animal was living in it before entering. "We could probably make a small fire in here," she murmured, "The smoke won't be quite as dense and the cave with hold in some heat even after we put it out.... If you get the fire ready and keep look out, I'll go shoot down a few birds to eat." With that, Aurora reached over and grabbed his hand, carressing it with her thumb. Something about her still had a hard time voicing her emotions; something still urged her to not grow soft toward her feelings for Bimo. However, after he saved her life, she felt she owned him a little assurance that she was in fact there to protect him as much as he was there to protect her. "I'll be back," she whispered, "No longer than twenty minutes, I promise. If I don't turn up before then..." She shook her head, leaving her statement unfinished, and headed toward the thicker part of the woods. Her hunting trip was wuick and successful though, for she came back in about fifteen minutes with four small birds and a pocket full of nonpoisonous berries. When shee returned, she had a smile on her face and immediately went to work on plucking the birds of their feathers and taking a knife to their heads. Her hands were busy at work as she sat in the darkened cave, her facial expression casual. This kind of work was simple; something she did every day back at home. It actually made her feel at peace.

he grinned when she promised she could cook better at home and shook his head. i'm glad one of us can. he admitted. my cooking consists of burn outsides and raw insides. he admitted shaking his head. not a good way to start the day, especially with poultry or fish. he admitted with a face, smiling when she took the water. District five kids have to have good balance if we're going to walk the high wires over the electrical conduits. he admitted. like the tight rope walkers of before the war. he admitted chuckling a little as he shook his head. climbing trees is easy compared to power towers. he admitted nibbling on his food with a small noise of approval. this is tastier than I thought it was going to be, some of the birds around here just look... gross. he admitted wrinkling his nose as he ate some more. i like this more. he admitted suddenly. catching our own food... finding our own water... instead of it just being handed to me on a platter. he admitted scowling as he contemplated the parties and breakfasts. ... it feels less like abandoning everyone back home. he admitted calmly. i hate eating in... that place, because I know everyone back home is starving to death... he sighed a little and offered the rest of his bird to Aurora. you should finish that, I've lost my apatite. he admitted moving deeper into the cave so he wouldn't be in her way if someone came along, but he did reach out a hand to gently touch her leg, feeling comforted by her presence. He didn't sleep for more than an hour or to before he gently gripped her shoulder. you sleep. he ordered, his voice strangely tense, probably having just had a nightmare of some kind. He settled out in front and watched the world around him, knife in one hand and his sling in the other, his eyes strangely cold as he studied the world, but gently stroked her hair as she slept. She was woken after only an hour of sleep herself, by a strange noise, or maybe it was the sudden warmth missing from her side, whatever the case was, Bimo wasn't next to her, or even in the cave. He wasn't hard to find though, he was hanging several feet off the ground, his feet would barley touch Aurora's head as he kicked and writhed and made that strange noise again as he turned a strange shade of red. It would take a moment longer to realize what was happening, his torso and neck where wrapped tightly in the same thick vines that he had used to get the water with, the plant tightening hard around his neck and chest, strangling him viciously, leaving him to choke and gag, his eyes rolled in the back his his head as he tried to struggle, making those awful choked noises as the vines only tightened harder the more he struggled, a massive maw reaching out of the trees, a thick green slime spilling out of it's fleshy 'mouth, sizzling as it struck his shirt and skin, eating his flesh causing him to try to scream, his legs kicking even more as he realized that as soon as he stopped struggling, he was going in that acid filled mouth.

By the time Bimo was back with the water, Aurora had already cooked the birds through and started cutting the meat from the bone. She left two out to eat and quickly wrapped up the other two in the plastic that was in her backpack. There was not always going to be a safe time to hunt, and packing away extra food was never a bad idea. She made sure there would be enough for both of them; a protective instinct starting to grow for Bimo that she never knew she had. Not for men, anyway. Aurora had always been independent, and while she dreamed of having a family, she never went as far as believng it would ever come true. Her mindset had always been on survival, never happiness, and the emotions that were starting to develope where Bimo was concerned shocked her. "I cook much better at home, I swear," she murmured, handing him the cooked bird with a smirk. "The leftovers are in my bag. Figured it could be breakfast." Taking the little cup of water from his hands, clearly impressed at how he made it, Aurora took a sip and big bite of the bird. It was good, a little gamey, but better than nothing. It was funny how even though they spent several days in he Capitol eating fine food and drinking the best wine there was, that she could easily transition back to hunting and eating what they were lucky enough to find. The girl could be taken out of the District, but the District would never be taken out of the girl. Nodding, Aurora scooted over to where Bimo sat, sitting close enough for their thighs to brush up against one another. She bit her lip and let out a sigh. The night was as dark as midnight, as if it shouldn't be in the middle of the day, but that meant that the next day would be even nearer and that they needed to be prepared for it. The time change could easily knock them off kilter, and that was probably what the Gamemakers were trying to do. "You're right," she murmured, "It is much harder... But that just means we need to go ahead and get some rest. I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be rough." Looking up at him, she gave him a soft smile, noting that he already looked quite tired. The though of the next day scared her, but having Bimo near made her feel alot better. "We should sleep in shifts to be safe. You go first... I'm not that tired right now." With that, she patted her lap, signally he could lay his head down if he would like. The fire kept them warm, but it was small enough to where she didn't feel the need to put it out quite yet. In fact, she liked the peaceful scenery it gave; the way it made Bimo's skin glow and how the heat seemed to comfort them.

Bimo was sure he had never ever felt so relieved to see someone in his life as he caught sight of Aurora. The brief glimpse was all he got as as soon as she shot the thing it's grip tightened and the entire thing began to writhe before it unleashed that horrible shrieking cry as it released him, dumping him on the ground where he gasped for hair, barley able to get a breath for a long moment, gasping like a fish for a long moment as she pulled him into her arms, pulling him into a sitting position, which allowed him to get a much greater breath, coughing hard. oh... god... thought I... gonna die. he admitted through deep wracking coughs. i didn't... go anywhere. he admitted. i stepped off to the left to pee and it grabbed me. he admitted still coughing and gasping for air, his purple face slowly returning to it's usually tanned complexion. i'll try to be more careful. he promised smiling at her as he offered her a small kiss on the lips, gently brushing away her tears before standing up with her help, laying down where she ordered him to, watching the sun slowly start to brighten the Arena, the Capitol deciding it was time to wake up the contestants as he watched her strip his shirt into bandages. He winced every time she touched the burns on his arms and he offered her a small smile, stroking her cheek. hey... hey now, aurora shh. he ordered once she had his arm bandaged, pulling her into a tight hug, kissing her forehead. shhh Aurora. he whispered softly rubbing her back. i'm safe, see I'm right here. he murmured softly. you saved me, I'm not dead, or dying, and I'm not going to, I promise. he muttered softly, stroking her hair before pulling back and giving her a good long firm kiss, reassuring her that he really was fine. now come on, we can't sit here all day. he stated simply. the other Tributes will be on the move soon. he hurt all over, but he knew better than to think he could just lounge all day and nurse his damages. The other tributes weren't going to care that Bimo was sore and hurt, they where only going to see it as an advantage. He sat up and twisted, cracking his back with a groan and then cracking his neck. lets get to breakfast and then head out. he suggested watching the light filling the Arena. i wonder how long the day will last, when the night was so short... he muttered softly. it will either be twice as long, or just as short as the night... whatever the case, there where going to be very tired tribute's... and when people where tired, they got stupid, and when they got stupid, they got reckless, crazy, and sometimes, even suicidal. we'll have to make sure to get enough sleep no matter what the days and nights are like., at least five hours, for the both of us... to keep from going luny. he checked the bandages on his arm, grimacing a little. thank you, by the way, for saving me and patching me up, you do good work. especially when they had no water, no bandages, or first aid of any kind. It was going to hurt, and probably get infected, but for now, it wasn't so bad.

Aurora felt safe with Bimo in more ways that one. She felt cared for, protected, and it was easy enough to trust him. After all, she put her life in his hands when she laid down next to him, her head in his lap, and it wasn't but a few minutes before she was drifting off to the feeling of him gently stroking her hair. It was such a simple way that he touched her, but it comforted her immensely. So much that she went into a deep sleep considering the atmosphere. However, the sound of his choking brough her awake with a start. Her eyes flew open, and she immediately paniced. Bimo was no where to be found. Did he go off and get him self killed? Did he backstab her? Was it just a dream that he was there in the first place, and in reality she had been alone all along? All of these questions flew through her mind one after another as she jumped to her feet, grabbing her bow and arrows, and went to look for Bimo. Her heart raced and then eventually stopped at the sight of him. "Bimo! Oh, God! Hang on, okay?" Panic raced through her mind and body as she looked at all the different vines, then the mouth. She decided that needed to be taken out first, and quickly loaded her bow. With a quick aim, she shot it straight into it's mouth, injuring whatever "it" was badly enough for it to let out a scream and loosen it's grip on Bimo. With a frown, she continued to shoot at it's acid spitting mouth, then put one arrow through the thickest vine around his neck. Soon, it dropped him to the ground, recoiling back into the tree it branched froom and leaving Bimo on the ground. Aurora ran over to him, a gasp leaving her lips, and she put his face in her hands, looking down at him with concern. Tears were in her eyes, to her surprise, and she leaned down to wrap her arms around him, despite how much he probably hurt, and started to cry in his shoulder. "Oh, God, Bimo," she murmured, "That scared me so much.... Why did you have to go off without telling me? What if something happened to you?! I'd be all alone..." She sniffed, then raised her face to look down at him. It was very unlike Aurora to burst into tears, which meant she was truly upset. Standing up, Aurora pulled Bimo to his feet and gently walked him back to the cave, making him lay down as she stripped his shirt off. Tearing his shirt in strips (which was already damaged from the acid) she made little bandages to tie around his most injured areas. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she sniffed as she nursed his burns, her eyes avoiding his out of embarassment. "Please don't do that to me again," she whispered, "If you need to go off for a minute, at least wake me up to let me know. Don't let me wake up to you being gone."

he smiled a little as he cuddled her, gently holding her hand as he ate his half of the bird, before looking up at the sky. there's no telling what those bastards are thinking. he complained simply, shaking his head as he polished off the bird and headed off the branch to get some more water for the both of them, tucking the little container back into his bag once they'd both gotten their fill of water. He followed Aurora, letting her lead the way through the strange forest. For three days, nothing happened save for a small skirmish between Bimo and a district seven tribute, which ended in neither Bimo nor the other getting hurt, the other boy fleeing when he realized that Aurora had an Arrow aimed right at him. With nothing happening the Capitol was getting bored, especially when Bimo and Aurora vanished into various caves to hide during the night and occasionally during the day. Bimo, as it turned out, was just as terrible a hunter as he was a cook. Aurora did all the hunting, and Bimo did most of the fire starting and water gathering. He had managed to take apart an old generator they had come across, after someone had attacked the generators during the Arena the Capitol no longer kept the generators that put of the shields on the inside of the Arena, he wasn't sure why they had been stupid enough to do that in the first place, but the old debilitated generator still had a large battery with life in it, making Bimo's fire starting job so much easier, all it took was the battery, two wires, and the fire was lit. unfortunately it seamed that it had given the Capitol... idea's, because on the fourth morning Bimo woke up to the smell of smoke, and not wood smoke... thick green wood smoke. He blinked stupidly at the roof of the cave and turned to look out the cave entrance. For a moment he thought someone had set fire to the cave, flames where licking the edges and he frowned, sluggish with sleep he reached over and shook Aurora's shoulder. hey... there's a fire.. we have to get up. the smoke was making him tired and confused as it trickled in through the opening, making him cough as the fire outside grew. He stumbled to his feet, coughing harder as he shook Aurora's shoulder again,. hey, wake up! he ordered. there's a fire! We have to get out before it covers the entrance!

Aurora let him kiss her, comfort her, hug her. Not only did it feel good for once to have someone care for her, but it was no use to hide their feelings anymore. If anything, it will get them sponsors, because everyone likes a "underdog" in a television show. In fact, people like an ill fated couple of lovers even more. So of course the Capitol viewers would pay extra money to make sure they survived a little longer. They wanted their deaths to be more climatic. "You don't have to thank me," she whispered, leaning into his arms for a few moments longer. Her head rest on his chest, her cheeks nearly dry once again. "You would do the same for me." With that, she leaned up and kissed his cheek before standing up and getting her head back in the game. She walked over to the bag and grabbed the wrapped up bird meat, heating it over the fire before handing him his half and stomping out the remains of the embers. "You're right," she murmured, taking a bite from her bird meat. "We need to hurry and move on. Find some more dependable water and whatnot... As for the days and nights, I think the Gamemakers are trying to screw with our heads. Make our days and nights shorter so that it appears more time has went by." Shaking her head, Aurora started to gather her things and shrugged. "Maybe I'm wrong."

he was coughing hard, his head higher than hers and was inhaling more of the smoke, it took him a long moment to realize that he needed to bend over so he stopped breathing in the smoke so badly, which slowed down his running as well. He was lucky that he hadn't set himself on fire as he ran along side his lover, diving into the river and coughing hard as he resurfaced, shaking his head hard as he continued to cough, spitting soot out of his mouth as he scrubbed his face and eyes, trying to clear the smoke out of his vision as he watched the fire stopping. son of a bitch we just walked right into their goddamn trap didn't we!? he demanded wheezing as he stumbled to his feet facing the footsteps. get behind me. he ordered panting hard. i'll get them on a direct assault, if you see a shot, take it, make sure you don't miss. he ordered smiling at her. it will be ok, just shoot them before they gut me. he ordered drawing his knife, leaving his sling strapped to his belt, it would do no good in a close combat attack. He stepped out in front of her and watched as another male stepped out and Bimo groaned. oh son of a bitch... he complained softly as he watched the other heft a mace in his hands, the other from district three, at least Bimo thought he was from three, whatever the case was, the male now facing them Bimo had helped before the break. Bimo had yanked the other out of a pit trap, somehow, Bimo felt like the Capitol had done this on purpose, punishing him for saving people instead of killing them. He just knew it, so now he and this other boy where facing off, weapons in hand, eyes narrowed as they studied each other. sorry, but it has to be done. the other started, rushing forward with a scream of rage, Bimo yelling his own battle cry as he slammed into the other male, weapons striking each other, sending out a shower of sparks as Bimo grunted and pushed, both men struggling against one another, trying desperately to gain the upper hand. The only problem with this, was that Bimo was now constantly in the way of Aurora's shot. They where both grunting and growling as they tripped and started rolling along the ground, Bimo striking without warning, the other boy screaming wildly as blood sprayed across the clearing as Bimo sink his blade into the others belly and jerked upwards, tearing through flesh and belly as he leaped away, wiping his forehead with his hand, not realizing that he had just spread blood across his face as the other boy screamed and rolled onto all fours, trying to hold his innards inside of his belly, Bimo's lip quivering as he gripped the other boy's hair and forced his head back, slitting his throat from Pulse to Pulse, the boy making terrible gurgling noises as he started to drown in his own blood for a moment before he went limp, Bimo letting off a small sob as he crawled off the other, cleaning his blade on a clean part of his pants before stumbling over to the creek and tried to wash himself clean, ignoring the bruises that where spreading across his flesh from the fight, and the three inch long gash across his chest from the mace striking him, he just wanted to get clean of the blood that was covering him.

Aurora woke with a start, looking over her shoulder and where Bimo laid beside her. Her eyes went wide, trying to soak in what he was saying. Fire? Fire! She jumped to her feet, frantically running around the cave and gathering her bow, arrows, and backpack. The coughing came quick, makng it hard for her to breath. Her eyes darted around the cave, grabbing Bimo's arm so that they didn't lose eachoter in the smoke. "We've got to get out of here," she agreed, trying to remaind calm. She moved toward the mouth of the cave, and her eyes went wide at the sight. The entire surrounding area was in a blaze. Trees were falling and going down in huge thunderous sounds. The air was thick with gray, nasty fog... "Bimo!" she shouted, pulling him out and running along side him as fast as she could. Her legs were not very long, so running was a chore. "We've got to get down to the river!" The fire was obviously generated by he Game Keepers, for it was moving toward them way to fast to be natural. Aurora was so hot she was sweating and her eyes burned from the smoke. By the time they got to the river, she jumped in, trying to get the smoke from her skin and eyes. When she resurfaced, she coughed and laid down on the shore next to her backpack, bow and arrows. The fire was still going, but it managed to stop just shore of the area they got to. It was obviously a ploy to get them close to other tributes, for it had not been a few minutes before she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps. Eyes darting toward the sound, Aurora slowly stood and brushed her wet hair from her face. "Someone is coming," Aurora whispered, looking over to Bimo with concern.

Bimo was trying to shut down, struggling not to think, struggling not to feel anything as he washed himself clean from the blood, he wanted to curl up into a little ball and sob, but he couldn't cry in front of someone, and with the camera's there... they where always watching. He was trembling violently when she hugged him, and he tensed violently before relaxing into her arms, swallowing thickly. just because I had to... doesn't make it right... he whispered softly wincing as the loud echoing bang of the gong filled the air, closing his eyes, straightening himself so he could finish washing off, wincing when he hears her tear her shirt. ... you should be careful about how much shirt you tear off or you'll be as bare chested as I am before too long... he warned, not particularly wanting to share the sight of her breasts with anyone else. no, you would be alive. he promised smiling at her. your strong and clever and smart. he admitted kissing her gently before wincing at the touch to his wound. ouch... that hurts a lot more than I thought it was going to... he admitted, feeling the soreness of the area. His entire chest was going to be a bruise when he stopped bleeding. He took her hand, stopping her when she began to talk about the future, and he smiled at her. there are others who have gotten out alive from the games. he admitted softly. many, many others. he admitted. i... looked them up in the library... some people threatened to kill themselves so that they both died... some where taken out for various reasons, at the end, when we're both still alive... we'll threaten to kill ourselves... and, if they refuse. he shrugged. i'd rather be dead, then live a life without you. he admitted smiling at her, bending over and gently kissing her again. everything will be fine, I am almost certain of it... he admitted before letting her finish cleaning his cut. come on, the fire's dying down, I guess the Capitol saw what they wanted to see... son of bitches they all are. he complained helping her to her feet. lets find shelter for a little while and then find some food... I'm hungry. no matter how bad he felt, no matter how upset they both where, they had to survive to make it mean anything. Bimo was sure... he was certain one of them, could convince all of the villages to leave, all of the sectors to pack up their things, and go north.... to freedom... or was it south?... down the mountains. That is where they where going.. they where going down...

Aurora watched the whole thing with wide eyes, having her bow ready to shoot through the other tributes head. However, with their rolling around on the ground and lose counter combat, it was much harder than she thought to get a good shot. The fear of hitting Bimo was too great, and that lead her to simply watch with horror. The blood, the screams, the punching, the hair pulling... It was all so real; so graphic. No matter how many times you see a murder take place (even if you are the muderer) you never get used to it. The sob that left Bimo's lips was the last straw. He was strong, brave, clever... However, he was human, and sensitive. It made her fall for him even more than he had over the past few weeks. He semed to have an effect on her that no on ever had before. Her eyes went soft and she put her bow down and walked over to the water bank where Bimo was now sitting. She crouched down beside him and wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her head on his shoulder with her lips to his ear. She head him for a long moment before speaking in a soft voice. "Shhh..." she cooed, kissing his cheek gently. "It's okay. You had no choice. You knew it would come to this." She was cut off by a cannon signally they death of the tribute he killed, and she stood up so she coud crouch down in front of him, ripping a piece of her tshirt so that she could clean the cut on his chest. "I would have been dead by now if you weren't with me," she murmured, "A goner for sure..." After she managed to clean hit cut out really well, she looked into his eyes. There was a hint of sadness in them. "I used to not bother thinking about what I would do if I were to live through all of this. It was useless; false hope. But now... Now, I do. And the worst part is, when I think about what I want to do after all of this, it consists of you." Her lips trembled and she looked away from him, rinsing the cloth in the water. "And that will never happen, Bimo."

he smiled at her as he got to his feet, feeling tired and upset still but he couldn't let that get to him. he had to survive, for Aurora, so they could someday be happy together. so they could someday have a life together. his smile brightened as her chilly expression softened towards him, giving him everything he needed to know. she loved him just as much as he loved her. he followed her into the covered area, sighing a little as he settled down onto the dirt, closing his eyes, still struggling to contain himself, control himself. he desperately wanted to curl up with her, have a nice long slow fuck, and go to sleep with her in his arms. that aught to give the bastards a shock to the heart... but he wasn't sure that he could do that though. he looked up at her when she spoke his name, tilting his head to the side as he studied her blinking as she grabbed him before smiling at the question. "no... i'm not." he whispered softly. "attraction doesn't come close to what i feel for you." he admitted slowly pulling her close, pressing their lips together tightly. "when i see you smile, my heart flutters with joy, when i see you frown i feel a deep desire to fix whats bothering you. seeing you, in any light makes me want to take your body for my own again and again in every way possible. your so good, kind, sweet." he murmured kissing her again. "you make my heart feel as if it's being squeezed until it's damn near painful.. and being away from you... makes me damn near cry." he admitted softly. "in all honesty Aurora, i think i love you..." he admitted softly. "i feel more for you, than i have ever felt for anyone in my entire life."

Aurora let him help her to her feet and she looked up at him with soft, gentle eyes. He was so sweet, so determined... It made her heart ache to simply be in his presence. Was she falling for him? Maybe... As much as she feared the true answer to that question, she could not help herself when she was around him. Her usually cold, hard features visible warmed beneath his gaze. Even in a situation like this. The managed to find a ditch-like area that was surrounded by a thick veil of trees. It would serve as protection and a nice hiding spot, especially since the sun was already setting. "Bimo?" she mumured after fixing them up a little area to sleep in. Her eyes darted around the small area, sure that even the tiny cameras of the capitol would not get a very good look into their shelter. Again, she felt that ache in her heart as she looked at him, and she thought she was sure that this was how he felt the first night the had sex; when he wanted to make the most of their last night. A familiar stirring was residing in her stomach, and she reached out and grabbed his forearm. "Are you attracted to me... really?" Her head tilted to the side, and her voice was low. "Or am I just... you know... a last resort?"

Bryanhad now been living on Orange Islands for three years. He originally resided in the Hoenn region on a mission to become the greatest trainer in the world. However that mission was cancelled when he found a true passion in surfing. Then after one surf competition and placing first he was invited to participate in the Orange Islands Championship, and although he had not won in four years, with competition being so much tougher than Hoenn, he always had fun trying to win. That was also another region he took up permanent residence upon Orange Islands. Unlike Hoenn, the Orange Islands had nice surfing weather year round. "Another Amazing stunt from Hoenn's Homeboy" A booming voice form a speaker on the beach echoes. It was the name Bryan And used when he first arrived at the Orange Islands, feeling like he alone was representing the raw Talent form Hoenn, these days however, he wished to change his name to Just Plain old Bryan, Luckily many people were calling him that these days. "Oh and a wipeout from Kyle, last years champion. Obviously his knee injury will be holding him back this year." Bryan And Kyle had been bitter rivals since he first showed up. Although Kyle had been winning championships before Bryan's invitation, Kyle was like Bryan originating form another region, and although Bryan had heard a lot form the Jhoto region, he just never got around to visiting. "Come on outAli" Bryan Said Releasing Vaporeon form her pokeball. Ali was short For Alizee, which was what Bryan had nicknamed his Eevee when he first got her, and although he never planned to evolve her, Eevee somehow managed to find a water stone and purposely evolve so she could swim with Bryan as he took on the waves. Her purple skin was one thing that really made Ali stand out form others though ,as most knew Vaporeon to have blue skin, making Ali a Truly rare find indeed. But Bryan didn't love Ali because of her rarity but instead the connection the two shared.

The Orange Islands? replied a voice, both tough and feminine. She wasn't so much confused as she was surprised, just double checking that she had heard her orders right. She stood leaning on her right leg, a hand on her hip and her brow raised. The figure stood in a crisp but well-worn uniform of black cloth for her jacket and short skirt and grey boots and gloves. A scarlet R marked her jacket's chest and a beanie hat topped her head, covering her short hair, all of which was dyed a dark pink. It suited her, she thought, and had been a style she had stuck with through the years. It had made her stand out among the others, even if just physically, and while it wasn't the most conspicuous hairstyle, it appealed to her none the less. The woman's name was Brooklyn, although it was far more common to see her refer to herself as Brooke or something to a similar effect. Jack stared back at the man in front of her, waiting for a response. It's a simple enough mission, I think. I can handle it. But why the Orange Islands? I don't know anyone who's been sent there, and I certainly haven't before. She scratched her chin, waiting for a response, but still she got none. The boss has never really been one to branch out too far from home, now is he? This must be quite important if he intends on sending little ole' me off to a scary new region. Obvious sarcasm flooded her voice, which finally managed to gain a reaction from the man standing in front of her. I don't make your orders, Brooklyn, as much as I'd like to. You know that. His voice was stern and serious, unlike Brooke's naturally playful tones. His name was Cal, apparently, although she knew that it was but a codename. Few of the higher ranking operatives used their real names. I just give them to you. He passed her a red folder containing a brief but adequate dossier. It was the one that Brooke had been told to investigate. His Pokmon were to be liberated to further Team Rocket's goals. A simple task, even if he proved to be a skilled battler. Brooke wasn't uneducated in the ways of Pokmon battling, that was for sure. She flicked over it briefly, although paid little attention to the actual details. They could be dealt with later. Brooklyn flicked it closed again and slid it into her bag. I'll see you again in a week, Brooke replied, a devious smile on her lips which a chuckle escaped from. She turned and left, heading down the corridor and back to her quarters to pack. She'd be off to the Orange Islands in a few hours. How interesting.

It was seeming to be another year that Bryan would not win. He didn't mind though. He knew the competition was always going to be tough. That was why he moved. He needed to be constantly challenged, Hoenn would not have done that for him. "It's Alright Ali, all i can do is keep trying right?" He laughed as Vaporeon nuzzled him happily.Truthfully Bryan was getting a little irritated from all the constant defeats but he would be damned it that let him down. He was always happy to surf, and even when the competition was over, nothing truly beat the ability to let his Pokemon out and surf or swim with them. "This year's winner is Mathew Shines" The voice Echoes and Bryan Laughed. He actually found the name quite funny He never actually called Mathew by that though, instea he always referred to him and Singapore, mainly due to the drink he almost always saw him with." "Hey man, Nice work." Bryan said congratulating Matt. "I have been waiting a long time to hear my name called" Matt said holding the Trophy Tightly. "How is Vaporeon doing?" "Alizee" Cryan said Quickly "What?" Matt asked. "Her Name is Alizee, I mean I don't call you Caucasian, i call you Matt" "Actually you call me Singapore" Matt Corrected with a laugh. "But how is Alizee Doing? I still think we should pair her up With my Jolteon." "Last time I checked, she hated your Jolteon. Typical Male just trying to mate with her. As Far as I'm concerned, she can remain pure as long as she wants. Besides I don't think her breeding will immediately get another rare colored Eevee. I Mean Professor Ivy has no clue what causes it and even Professor Oak from Kanto has no idea why that happens. It's just a rare thing indeed." Bryan explained calmly. "Kinda wish I had one though. When I'm cruising the Sevii Islands it would be col to have a shiny Jolteon to show off. Then I would have all the chicks." Rolling his Eyes Bryan decided to leave Matt to his daydream and grab a soda and grabbing some food For Ali. It had been a long hot day and the sun setting on eh coast was just proving that the warm days were going to continue. Maybe a day of relaxing would be nice before he would grab his board and tackle some more waves. "Wanna battle?" Another surfer asked. That was another thing that Ali often was the cause of. So many people wanted to battle Bryan because of Alizee's rare color. "Nah not today. Just gonna relax you know. Maybe another time." Bryan responded tossing his soda can in the trash. "Although Matt thinks he can take on the world right now. Why not give him a wake up call."

The boat trip had been a long one, and while Brooklyn had stayed in moderate comfort thanks to the comfy seats and beds, it had still taken a few hours to arrive, and wasn't overly pleasurable. Few types of travel were, Brooke thought, as she trekked on foot across the warm sandy beach, sand seeping in between her toes and onto the tops of her feet. This was a bit more like it. Nice and relaxing. She now stood along one of the many sandy coasts which sat between the sea and one of the various islands in the Orange Islands. The ocean waves curled against the sand and a brisk but pleasant wind pulled at Brooke's clothes and hair. Unlike a few hours previous, Brooke was no longer dressed in her previous warm and noticeable Rocket uniform, but had changed into something more suitable for the warm Orange summers, and more importantly something without the large Rocket logo printed on it. Instead, a white bikini top had replaced her shirt and jacket and a pair of short jeans had replaced her shorts. While she was currently walking bear-footed, she held a pair of sandals in her right hand. While she was here on business, it helped to look the part, and there was no reason why she couldn't treat this like a short holiday. Taking slow steps, Brooklyn made her way to the very large crowd that had formed further down along the beach, melding into the groups. They were all here for the surfing contest, which was why Brooke was here. Sort of. Her target was participating today, and it would be the perfect excuse to talk to him after the contest. Bryan his name was, if Brooklyn remembered correctly. Bryan something or other. Native to Hoenn although moved down here several years back, he had become something of a local favourite. Brooke watched from the sidelines of the crowd, catching the faintest glimpse of purple and pink in the oceans beside the surfer. A Vaporeon, and Brooklyn's target, the damned thing. Bizarrely coloured Pokmon always fetched a pretty penny more than the regulars, and Team Rocket was focused on the profits, as any corporation would be. Waiting from the sides, tapping her right foot against the soft sand, Brooke waited patiently for the contest to be over and for Bryan to return to shore. A few conversations between the other viewers gave her a little insight into the situation, although it was mostly about who they thought was going to win, which was of little help to her.

Alizee snapped around to face Brook at the sound of her voice and began growling, Bryan turned to face the woman who spoke and then pet Ali's head. "Ali be nice." He said calmly coming his hand through his hair. "Thanks for the compliment but if I didn't win it was because i was outdone, not because i was cheated out of it. I a use to tough competition and its nice to know that you can always be better, if you are the best, whats the point of continuing to thrive to be better. ALI" Alizee had just headbutted Brook which Bryan quickly pulled out his pokeball returning Ali. "Sorry she usually doesn't do that. She is usually really good with strangers." Looking over her clothing Bryan smirked. Although many people dressed the same in the usual areas, Bryan had become quite keen on telling the tourists from the locals, Brook's posture clued him in pretty quickly. "So where are ya from, Jhoto, Sinnoh?" He asked casually as he continued to walk towards town. "Were you here for the surf competition or was that just a bonus for visiting this time of year?" Bryan clued into many details quickly such as Brook's obvious appearance proving she was from out of town, Matt who had given him a snarky look leaving with an attractive female even though he didn't win and brook's interest in him but not for being a great surfer or attractive, She had an interest in his processions but he wasn't sure which one it was yet. "I guess Business is pretty brutal." he said calmly "I mean you're here on bussiness right, no time for vacationing? Want some dinner?"" He change the subject at the end as he had arrived at a burger joint, not really the best food in the world but Bryan wasn't really much of a cook, for him it was usually fast food, microwave dinners or whatever his backpack had in it at the time. He wasn't always proud of what he ate but his surfing usually balanced it out,

The surfing contest took another few minutes to end, and thankfully, for Brooklyn at least, she had arrived following its end. That meant less time to wait, and she had never been particularly comfortable waiting for long periods of time. The surfers came to the shore, their performances having finished and the judges ready to evaluate their skills on the water. Bryan, Brooke's target, did not win the competition, instead being beaten by a man named Matthew Shines. This was a good thing however, Brooklyn felt, as it meant that a celebration crowd wouldn't be following him for the next hour or so, congratulating him on his recent win. Getting him alone would be simpler indeed, and so one of her many plans could unfold. Although the crowds vanished, Brooklyn stayed behind, watching as Bryan conversed with a few people (who she assumed to be his friends) and tended to his oddly coloured Vaporeon. The Rocket Executive attempted to make herself seem less suspicious and sat herself down for a moment, finding a comfortable position in the warm sand. She glanced off towards the ocean. The sun would set soon. An hour and a half before it was dark, Brooke guessed, but despite it nearly being evening it felt as hot as midday. No wonder most of the Orange Islands were covered in tropics. As Bryan began to trail away from the beach, Brooke scrambled into action, up onto her feet, dusting off the sand that clung to her legs and slipping on her sandals. She was almost jogging in his direction, making sure that she closed the distance. She slowed herself down within a few metres of him, but still kept a strong pace. Bryan! she called. The announcer had mentioned his name during the contest, so it shouldn't have seemed odd that Brooklyn knew his name. She moved up to face him. A shy smile was upon Brooke's face, completely uncharacteristically of her. Bryan? Umm, hi. I just wanted to say that you were really good out there. I think you should have won. Brooke was trying to be as friendly as possible. Try to gain his trust, after all.

The Vaporeon, its scales shining in brilliant shades of pink and purple, growled and hissed at Brooke's arrival. Despite its attempts at fending off Brooke, clearly feeling that something was wrong with her, the woman hardly flinched. She had been threatened by more than a swimming rat before, and certainly would be again. The Vaporeon's attempts with less than threatening. She feigned a nervous expression soon after though, acting startled by the water-types reaction to her. All part of the act, of course. Brooke was rather surprised to see the thing actively attack her, although it was not a violent attack. It was a warning charge. Bryan quickly recalled the Vaporeon before it could do any further harm, however. Luckily for it, however, as any more and Brooklyn would have strangled the damned thing. Brooke smiled at Bryan's question, wondering where she had come from. He had a keen eye, he'd give her that. Johto, she lied, improvising. She had intended on saying that she made her home on one of the other islands, but Johto would do. Blackthorne, specifically. It's not the warmest place in the world, so I'm just enjoying the sun here for a while. And the surfing contest was a bonus. Just so happened to walk in as you started surfing. The two walked slowly off of the beach and towards one of the main towns. Brooklyn had slipped her shoes back on her feet, finding the stone and concrete roads uncomfortable to walk across for too long, and was comfortably matching Bryan's walking speed. Bryan assumed that Brooke was here on business. She was, as he would find out in due time, but she said she was not. No, actually. I've had some family living here for a while and I thought it high time I visited them for once. Haven't seen them in years, now that I think about it. They stopped outside a fast food restaurant selling burgers and other fried foods. It wasn't classy, but it certainly was delicious. Of course. I'm hungry. Oh, and I almost forgot. Brooklyn recomposed herself, standing up straight and smiling once again. My name's Alice, she lied again. It'd take some effort to keep up with all of them. Your name was Bryan, wasn't it? I'm sure that's what the announcer said.

Dave laid upon his Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff themed bed as he laid his arm across his eyes in slothlike futility. There was no point in looking at the sky in the Land of Heat and Clockwork. It was and endless void of darkness, not unlike their entire game session. Calling it a game was basically just a technicality at this point, as it had evolved into their lives. Three years with only the vaguest social contact. Their world was gone and nothing was going to bring it back. Something had happened. It was impossible to tell what, but even the Knight of Time himself couldn't seem to rectify it. That could only mean that his timeline was doomed. Proper fucked. Their adversary had disappeared, but no reward was presented. So defeat wasn't his likely outcome. It didn't seem like him to hide, so it was almost as if he had been erased. If that was the case then there was no way to win and no way to end the session... Dave's red plush puppet tux was a bit tattered at this point. He could always alchemize another, but what was the point? He was rarely around anyone enough for it to matter. He kept his distance from John and Jade at this point. They were still painfully optimistic and it irritated him. Rose, the only one who could possibly know anything, had been silent for the entire three years. The large grey air conditioner whirred and rumbled next to him. This was his home now. The landscape was nothing but gears, metal, and endless lava. How appropriate that it fit many common descriptions of Hell... He nearly missed the beeping of his iShades. Someone was pestering or trolling him, but even upon noticing he still wondered if it was worth grabbing them. He really didn't feel like talking to anyone right now. He grabbed them to at least turn off the sound notification, but when he noticed who it was something compelled him to answer... GC: D4V3 GC: 1 KNOW YOUR3 TH3R3 GC: TH1S 1S 1MPORT4NT! TG: oh good here we go TG: is it tuesday again ive been losing track TG: im excited to have this conversation again for the six hundredth time TG: like you even have to tell me things are bad TG: jesus christ TG: i dont even know why you still talk to me TG: pretty much all your other assmunch friends gave up or something TG: if it wasnt a universal fucking felony to off someone as awesome as i am i might have done an olympic gold medal winning backflip into this lava a long ass time ago TG: just get on with it

gallowsCalibratorbegan trolling turntechGodhead-- GC: D4V3 GC: D4V3 1F YOUR3 TH3R3 GC: TH1S 1S B4D D4V3 GC: R34LLY B4D GC: L1K3 YOU DONT 3V3N KNOW HOW B4D GC: L1K3 WORS3 TH4N W3 THOUGHT B4D GC: D4V3 GC: FUCK1NG 4NSW3R M3 Sure, she was being a bit impatient, hastily slamming on her keys without so much as a pause letting the human boy respond. Perhaps the unending dings of the notifications would get his attention faster. Terezi drummed her fingers on the worn keys of her computer, the screen smudged and smeared as usual. It wasn't as if she needed to see the screen. It didn't bother her any. The Troll girl sighed impatiently as she waited for the familiar bleep of a response. Maybe, if she just... Her hand moved to the mouse, the cursor hovering over her Trollian window for a brief moment. No. She needed the Dave from now. Any further ahead might be too late, and any sooner he might not have the information she needed from him. They had been stuck in this...god awful void for too long. Nearly a sweep and a half. Or...what was it the humans called them? Years? Something like that. According to one of them it had been three of those. No real matter, though. It didn't feel like it had been that long. But they all showed it. They were older, nearing the adult age that they would have been shipped off to conquest or whatever job had been lined up for them. But no. Here they were, the last of a dying race from a planet that no longer existed talking to these aliens that might be their only real hope for success. Except most of the others had given up. Their session was glitched. Ruined. Nothing they could do could fix it. There was still that faint glimmer of hope, though. At least, if this worked. GC: D4V3 GC: 1 KNOW YOUR3 TH3R3 GC: TH1S 1S 1MPORT4NT!

TG: i guess thats understandable TG: what lady wouldnt want my bod TG: sorry got cut off there TG: bodacious red text TG: goddamn this picture TG: nothing cheers a guy up like a couple shitty photos ripped from google image search scribbled on by a blind alien chick TG: you know ironically that would be sarcasm from anyone else in the universe TG: but for some reason i mean it sincerely TG: look at that guy the heat aint nothing but a warm summer breeze to him TG: bet he drinks that lava like the freshest apple juice TG: this belongs in a museum He tried to conceal a smile. She could probably still see him through her viewport, and he didn't want to make it too obvious that he was happy to see her frantic, excitable text. Then again, she couldn't actuallysee him... Would she be able to taste or smell his smile? Who knew with that girl and her fucked up, inhuman senses. He sat up from the bed he alchemized from a mattress and a Sweet Bro & Hella Jeff drawing which rested on the roof of his home. At first he wasn't sure why he put it there, but perhaps it was because he knew if he woke up every day in his room then he might delude himself into thinking things had gone back to normal. That this entire game was just one fucked up dream. This way he could open his eyes to the black sky and immediately remember nothing had changed. Nothing changed and nothing would ever change apart from him probably dying like a chump at some point. Again. So why was Terezi insisting she figured something out? That wasn't possible... TG: anyway have you been snorting gamzees faygo or some shit TG: because you must be astonishingly high or something to suggest you found a solution TG: there is no solution TG: we tried everything TG: i cant even travel back and prevent it like the time you punked john into offing himself like a chump TG: everytime i do things are already pre fucked because the anomaly is still there persisting through the timeline like an arnold schwarzenegger on a donut diet sized tumor TG: by now were in such a doomed offshoot timeline the only way it could get any more offshot was if you aka a blind person took the rifle and fired while having an epileptic seizure during a dubstep dance party TG: so how are we not fucked His cynicism was cranked to maximum, and it was unlikely that anyone would blame him at this point. Something fucked up their session. Nobody knew how, what or why, but so much time had been spent just trying to salvage what they could. He wouldn't admit it, but at this point he was lonely. Still, a part of him still held onto hope that Terezi was right.

Ah. There he was. Even with the the obvious snark to his answer, she couldn't help but flash a fang-filled grin at her monitor. Of course things were looking bad for them, she hadn't expected his response to be anything less than scathing. Even in better circumstances, it was the response she had come to expect from him. Perhaps it was the familiarity that kept her grinning as her fingers flew over the keys as she replied. GC: OH WOW! GC: ST1LL TH3 S4M3 COOL K1D 4S 4LW4YS GC: NOT 3V3N 4LL TH4T F1R3 4ND L4V4 C4N CH4NG3 TH4T GC: COOL K1D D4V3 GC: JUST 4LW4YS SO SMOOTH GC: JUST L1K3 TH1S GC: GC: 1 3V3N DR3W YOU 4NOTH3R P1CTUR3 L1K3 1 US3D TO! GC: 1 TH1NK 1V3 GOTT3N 4 LOT B3TT3R >:] GC: B3S1D3S! DONT YOU TH1NK 1 TRY TO F1ND 3V3RY 3XCUS3 TO G3T TO T4ST3 YOUR D3L1C1OUS R3D WR1T1NG? GC: BUT S3R1OUSLY D4V3! GC: 1 TH1NK 1 M1GHT H4V3 F1GUR3D SOM3TH1NG 1MPORT4NT OUT! GC: W3 M1GHT NOT B3 4S FUCK3D 4S W3 THOUGHT W3 W3R3 GC: W3 M1GHT B3 4BL3 TO F1X TH1NGS It was true. Everyone else, everyone who had made it through alive, had given up. There was nothing left for them, they were a dead race with a dead world and a dead session. Perhaps it was a wont of anything more productive that had lead Terezi to thoroughly scour their logs, their memories of their game, everything that might hold any sort of relevant information for them. The others seemed content enough to live out whatever short remainder of their lives in this dark little void of the universe. Besides. It was an excuse to start a conversation up with Dave again. Of course, this little tidbit of information would stay carefully out of their chat logs.

The blonde teen slowly stepped to the edge of the roof, gazing down to the fiery void below. It all seemed meaningless now. Everything they had done. He proceeded to take a seat at the edge, remaining stonefaced throughout the conversation. TG: forget about the john thing i was just making a point TG: anyway what do you mean a glitch TG: was jack noir crossing sessions was not fucked up enough TG: tell me ace legislacerator TG: or whatever you called it TG: what did your morbid investigations discover that was bad enough to affect us both Dave still remained skeptical, but he figured there was no harm in hearing Terezi out. As crazy as she could be, she had been fairly intelligent and even helpful during their session... at least when she wasn't getting his friends killed or even him personally... It was a complicated relationship with many layers...

Her vaguely shark-like grin widened at his response. Sarcasm or no, his responses always had that way of earning a grin or laugh from her. She had taken less to monitoring him, any of the humans, really, but had taken fairly well to figuring out his genuine responses from his ironic, sarcastically enthusiastic ones. A smell or taste, perhaps? She chuckled at the thought; all of his writing tasted the same. It was a silly thought. GC: CMON D4V3! TH4T W4S FUNNY! JOHN W4S F1N3 R1GHT? 1 W4S T34CH1NG YOU SOM3TH1NG GC: 1F 4NYTH1NG YOU SHOULD B3 TH4NK1NG M3 GC: DO1NG SUCH 4 B1G F4VOR L1K3 TH4T! GC: NOT 3V3RYON3 WOULD B3 W1LL1NG TO K1LL OFF ON3 OF YOUR FR13NDS FOR YOU >:] GC: 4NYW4Y GC: B4CK TO TH3 PROBL3M 4T H4ND GC: W3LL 1TS NOT N3C3SS4R1LY 4 SOLUT1ON GC: 1 JUST S41D 1 F1GUR3D SOM3TH1NG OUT GC: 1TS NOT TH3 S4M3 TH1NG! GC: OBV1OUSLY WH4T H4PP3N3D W4SNT SUPPOS3D TO H4PP3N GC: SOM3TH1NG W3NT WRONG GC: R34LLY WRONG GC: WH3R3 1T W4SNT SUPPOS3D TO GC: WH4T 1M TRY1NG TO S4Y D4V3 1S TH4T TH3 G4M3 GL1TCH3D 4ND 1T SOM3HOW 4FF3CT3D BOTH OF OUR S3SS1ONS

Dave sighed softly. It wasn't unusual for sarcasm to drip from every word, even when it was just text being shown over a chat client, but this time he was using it to shield himself from giving away his true feelings on the matter. That things seemed hopeless at this point. Perhaps he wasn't giving Terezi enough credit, though. Somehow, as odd as it seemed at the time, she had guided him in the right direction before. TG: alright TG: but it sounds like you dont know much TG: so this is just the blind leading the blind TG: in a literal for you figurative for me sense He decided not to respond to the part where she claimed he fixed things. That happened one time. It wasn't like he reached some arbitrary level on his echeladder donning him the title of Time Cop Buckaneer or some other nonsense. If anyone was going to fix anything it was probably John. John was supposed to be the hero. TG: i guess i never considered my time travel being broken TG: i thought it was just the result of whatever we fucked up TG: but if it can be fixed then yeah maybe i could go back and stop whatever glitched us out TG: but i dont even know where to start TG: this is the part where i would ask rose TG: and shed drone into some fucking lengthy perfumy monologue like some rotting victorian poet slash mental patient TG: instead of just telling me where to go like a human being TG: or even a troll being That had been part of the problem. Rose was the Seer of Light and had access to all sorts of otherworldly knowledge and shit he didn't quite understand. That and she was just generally a pretty intelligent girl. But three years ago when everything started going bad... well, worse... she disappeared. She had gone dark in the Trollian viewports and wouldn't respond to any messages. John had been the last one to see her. Said she was acting strange and speaking like a cat coughing up a particularly nasty hairball. After being ambushed and stabbed by Jack Noir, John was lucky enough to have already reached God Tier status. He came back to life, but neither Rose or Jack were anywhere in sight. TG: hey youre the seer of some shit too right TG: got any suggestions

GC: OK D4V3 BUT YOUR3 TH3 ON3 WHO BROUGHT 1T UP! GC: 1 M34N 1TS 4 GL1TCH GC: 1F 1 KN3W MOR3 TH4N TH4T 1 WOULD H4V3 S41D SOM3TH1NG GC: 1 DONT R34LLY KNOW MUCH MOR3 TH4N TH4T Y3T GC: 4LL 1 KNOW 1S TH4T 1TS 4FF3CT1NG BOTH OF OUR S3SS1ONS SO OBV1OUSLY 1TS PR3TTY B4D GC: 4ND TH4T OBV1OUSLY SOM3TH1NG W3NT R34LLY WRONG SOM3WH3R3 GC: WORS3 TH4N WH4T W3 H4D THOUGHT GC: TH1S 1S MOR3 TH4N JUST NO1R FUCK1NG TH1NGS UP D4V3 She sighed as her fingers frantically flew over her keys. For once, Dave's sarcastic responses were becoming somewhat grating. This wasn't the time to be withholding information from him, particularly considering he might be part of the way they could fix things. GC: 1 KNOW YOUR T1M3 TH1NG H4SNT B33N WORK1NG L4T3LY GC: 4ND F1RST 1 TH1NK W3 N33D TO G3T TH4T SOLV3D GC: F1GUR3 OUT WH3R3 W3 C4N F1X TH4T SO YOU C4N ST4RT HOPP1NG 4ROUND TO F1X TH1NGS 4G41N GC: TH4TS WH4T YOUR3 GOOD 4T GC: F1X1NG TH1NGS GC: 4ND W3 N33D YOU TO F1X TH1NGS NOW

TG: alright alright TG: listen give me some time to think TG: ill get back to you turntechGodheadceased pestering gallowsCalibrator-- Dave switched off the chat client and sighed again. It seemed that Terezi's Seer powers were a different sorts from Rose's. That was too bad, because right now there weren't a lot of options and they could really use some faux-intellectual pseudo-omnipotence right about now. The rouge-suited teen rubbed his forehead cluelessly. So what next? DAVESPRITE: you finished arguing with your girlfriend DAVE: holy shit DAVE: dont sneak up on me like that DAVESPRITE: sorry its not like i can make ominous footsteps or anything Dave turned suddenly to see an all-too familiar face. His own. Though considerably more... orange. Davesprite floated with wings subtly flapping as he crossed his arms in idle curiosity. DAVE: i guess i should apologize DAVE: you went back to save us DAVE: prototyped yourself DAVE: and suffered through me being called real dave for nothing now DAVE: just another doomed timeline DAVESPRITE: lifes a bitch and then you turn into a floating orange bird person DAVESPRITE: but it could be worse DAVE: how do you figure DAVESPRITE: well you could be stuck on that meteor with karkat sandyvag DAVESPRITE: its a miracle terezi hasnt gone fucking crazy yet DAVESPRITE: well DAVESPRITE: crazier DAVE: thank god for small miracles i guess DAVE: shit the juggalo one was right all along DAVE: miracles all around us DAVESPRITE: yeah anyway whats your plan now DAVE: dont know DAVE: was kinda hoping to ask you actually DAVESPRITE: my sprite programming doesnt tell me about shit DAVESPRITE: other than informing me the shit is broken DAVE: well terezi seems convinced the time travel is fucked in a way separate to how everything else is fucked DAVE: maybe shes right but where would i even begin to know where to fix that DAVESPRITE: huh cant say i even considered that option DAVE: well neither did i DAVESPRITE: no shit maybe thats because were the same person DAVE: sometimes i forget DAVESPRITE: you and everyone else DAVE: sorry DAVESPRITE: nevermind DAVESPRITE: it gives me an idea DAVESPRITE: go to the denizen of lohac DAVESPRITE: hephaestus DAVE: oh right the inexplicably grecco roman deity just hanging the fuck out in our game DAVE: assuming hes even still there DAVE: what good will going to him do DAVESPRITE: he can fix things DAVE: fair enough DAVE: so fucking glad you dont do the cryptic vague bullshit the other sprites do DAVESPRITE: yeah DAVE: youre a pretty awesome guy dave DAVESPRITE: i know In the dark recesses of The Veil, the remaining trolls continued to spin about their doomed asteroid. The glare of a video feed reflected off the face of one in particular. His lip quivered as credits began to roll on the screen. Quickly he glanced around, making sure no one was there to see his emotional reactions to the human film. He had to maintain his composure. It may have been over a sweep since things had gone bad (Well, worse) but he wasn't giving up. The leader never gave up. He just needed something to inspire him. Even if that meant viewing countless hours of human romantic comedies. It was getting a bit lonely though... He pulled up the Trollian window in order to contact his friend in the quickest manner possible, despite her not being terribly far away... carcinoGeneticist began trollinggallowsCalibrator CG: TEREZI. COME WATCH THIS HUMAN FILM WITH ME. CG: IT'S CALLED 'EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH' WITH A SURPRISINGLY FUNNY HUMAN NAMED DANE COOK. CG: FUNNY ENOUGH TO WHERE I ALMOST DON'T WANT TO PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE A MILLION FUCKING TIMES. CG: THE KEY WORD THERE BEING *ALMOST*. CG: I KNOW THAT TITLE DOESN'T TELL YOU FUCK ALL WHAT IT'S ABOUT BUT JUST TRUST ME IT'S ACTUALLY PRETTY GOOD. CG: BUT HOLY SHIT HUMAN RELATIONSHIPS ARE SO ONE DIMENSIONAL. LIKE I ALMOST FEEL SORRY FOR THEM AND THEIR SHALLOW, PATHETIC ROMANCES. CG: I'D SOON RATHER TAKE A RUSTY SPOON AND DISEMBOWEL MYSELF, PLACING MY ORGANS INTO NICE, LABELED JARS BEFORE TRYING TO EXPERIENCE A LIFE WITH ONLY A SINGLE QUADRANT. CG: BUT JEGUS, HOW'D WE GET STUCK WITH THESE BUCKTOOTH SHITSTAIN HUMANS IF CHARMING SPECIMENS LIKE THIS DANE COOK EXIST? I FEEL LIKE FATE DECIDED TO JUST DECIDED TO GIVE US ONE BIG MIDDLE FINGER IN THAT ASPECT. CG: SO COME WATCH IT WITH ME. WHAT ELSE DO YOU HAVE TO DO? CG: AND IF YOU TELL ME YOU'RE TALKING WITH STRIDER AGAIN I WILL LET LOOSE A SONIC EXPLETIVE THAT WILL SHATTER THIS ASTEROID APART.

GC: D4V3 NOW 1SNT TH3 T1M3 FOR BL1ND JOK3S >:[ GC: BUT Y3S GC: OBV1OUSLY 1F YOUR T1M3 TR4V3L STUFF 1SNT WORK1NG R1GHT GC: 1TS BROK3N GC: TH3R3S SOM3TH1NG GO1NG ON H3R3 GC: W3 C4N F1X 1T W3 C4N TRY 4T L34ST This hopeless vibe she was getting, this non-motivation to even try and fix things. It was just like all of her friends on this meteor. They had given up, set to live out whatever time they had left just floating through this void. No goals, nothing to live for, nothing to die for even. Just...waiting around until their time was done and they'd be long forgotten. The idea itself was just so depressing. Not that she hadn't been guilty of it herself. Hell, she wasn't even sure if they could even come up with a plan that would get them out of this mess. It had started simply as a distraction to keep herself from going crazy waiting for the inevitable. GC: Y34H 1 GU3SS 1M SUPPOS3D TO B3 4 S33R OR SOM3TH1NG GC: BUT DONT YOU TH1NK 1D H4V3 TOLD YOU 4NYTH1NG 1 FOUND OUT W1TH TH4T STUFF 4LR34DY? GC: 1 C4NT JUST G3T 4NSW3RS OUT OF NOWH3R3

Dave deployed on his rocket board, looking rather ridiculous in his matching red suit. It didn't really matter. He wanted to get where he was going quickly, and it wasn't like anyone was watching him anyway. ectoBiologistbegan pestering turntechGodhead-- EB: woah dave! looking super cool, buddy! pchoooooooo! TG: egbert what the royal fancy king of fucks TG: how are you seeing this EB: jade's 8-ball glasses, remember? i seeeeeeee evvvvvvvverything! wooooooooeeeeeeeeoooooooo TG: kinda weird youre spying on me TG: i mean TG: i know im irresistible and sexy but still EB: yes, that is exactly why i am watching you. i love you, dave. TG: thanks EB: j/k haha you are actually really ugly and no one loves you. TG: good one EB: seriously though, where are you off to in such a hurry? why don't you come chill out with me and jade? TG: im going to the denizen TG: i need to fix my broke ass time travel TG: so i can fix our game TG: once and for all EB: dave, you're not even god tier yet! you'll get yourself killed! EB: doesn't this sound all really familiar? some stupid guy rocketing off to get his face messed up by a really tough dude? EB: and the much cooler, sensible guy talking him out of it? TG: consider me fully informed on the irony of the situation TG: john im not going to fight him TG: davesprite told me that hephaestus knows how to fix things TG: if he can fix the time travel then i can go back again TG: i hope TG: i mean who fucking knows anymore TG: rose would probably TG: just trust me ok EB: alright.... EB: but at least promise me you'll get out of there if things get too heavy TG: yeah as soon as things start looking like they might get heavier than the ass of a fat lady who inherited a chocolate factory ill peace out TG: but im done sitting around wasting away in this fucking place TG: something has to be done EB: i know.... hey, do you want me to come with? back you up? TG: no i think this is something i gotta do on my own EB: ugh, when will you get over that! we're friends! we're supposed to help each other! TG: ill talk to you later john turntechGodheadceased pestering ectoBiologist-- The blonde teen continued his upward movement into the dark horizon toward the seventh gate. A red spirograph hovering in midair awaiting the Hero of Time to enter and face his denizen. Unfortunately, Dave didn't quite know what to expect. Davesprite had informed him that Hephaestus was a bit angry the first time he approached. Kept going off about some sort of Forge. Turned out the guy was just super frustrated when it appeared Jade wasn't entering the medium. The forge was important to completing the game. But that was in another timeline. The forge existed in this timeline as Jade had successfully made it in. So perhaps he'd be a bit more willing to chat this time around... He couldn't help but feel nervous either way. Meanwhile, the former so-called leader of the troll party grumbled to himself as he read Terezi's response. Most of his irritation came from not being able to respond before she promptly logged off. For all he knew, she had no intention of watching movies with him and just wanted him to stop bothering her. It wasn't until he heard the light tapping of her cane down the hall that he perked up and moved to the door. He tried to keep his jubilation upon seeing Terezi approaching to a minimum. KARKAT: YES, EXCELLENT. I KNEW YOU WOULD COME TO YOUR SENSES. KARKAT: MAYBE YOU'RE FINALLY WILLING TO ADMIT MY SUGGESTION WAS A GOOD ONE. KARKAT: OKAY, I'LL CONCEDE THAT THESE HUMAN FILMS ARE BARELY BETTER THAN A ROTTING HOOFBEAST UDDER BUT WHAT FUCKING CHOICE DO I HAVE? KARKAT: I'VE SEEN ALL OF OUR FILMS. KARKAT: AND IF I HAVE TO SUFFER THROUGH A PARTICULARLY AWFUL ONE THEN I'D PREFER TO DO IT WITH A FRIEND. KARKAT: SO EXCUUUUUUSE ME FOR NOT WANTING TO SPEND EVERY SECOND OF THIS MISERABLE EXISTENCE ALONE. KARKAT: SO TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTION: YES, IT WILL MAKE ME FEEL BETTER. KARKAT: THANK YOU. The past sweep had done little to mellow out the crabby troll, who still spoke loudly and obnoxiously. He ducked back into the room which he had claimed for himself. The strange laboratory that occupied their meteor was full of confusing contraptions, large closets and hidden passageways that they were still discovering even now. This particular room was dark and off to the side so he wouldn't be bothered most of the time. It was littered with trashy troll romance novels and movie posters now, but Karkat didn't give a shit. They lived here so might as well make it like the hive. KARKAT: OKAY, LET ME CATCH YOU UP ON WHAT HAS HAPPENED IN THE MOVIE SO FAR. KARKAT: I WAS NICE AND PAUSED IT ONCE YOU STATED YOU WERE COMING DOWN. KARKAT: YOU'RE WELCOME. KARKAT: OH BY THE WAY I'M PERFECTLY AWARE YOU WERE TALKING WITH STRIDER. KARKAT: I CAN TELL THIS BECAUSE OCCASIONALLY I STILL CHECK ON THE HUMANS. KARKAT: PRE-EMPTIVE FUCK YOU TO WHATEVER YOU WERE GOING TO SAY ABOUT THAT. KARKAT: THE SMUG PRICK SMILED AND HE ONLY SEEMS TO DO THAT WHEN TALKING WITH YOU, THESE DAYS. IT'S SICKENING. KARKAT: BET HE'S ALL MOPEY AGAIN NOW THAT I DRAGGED YOU AWAY. SERVES HIM RIGHT. HE SHOULD BE BOTHERING HIS IDIOT HUMAN FRIENDS. Karkat waltzed back to his computer and curiously pulled up the Trollian window. He hoped to bring up Dave's viewport and prove himself right about the moping, but was instead greeted with the sight of a flying coolkid blasting off into the sky toward a dangerous looking gate. His eyes widened in surprise almost immediately. KARKAT: SWEET BLEEDING JEGUS. Karkat quickly looked back to Terezi. Okay, that was probably not the right reaction to have. Damage control time. KARKAT: I MEAN KARKAT: OH, THERE HE IS. BEING AS FUCKING LAME AND BORING AS USUAL AND CERTAINLY NOT DOING ANYTHING THAT LOOKS BORDERLINE SUICIDAL. Karkat smacked his forehead. That went about as well as expected. As the gate swiftly approached, Dave fired up the chat client once more. Perhaps it would be wise to inform Terezi of the plan. After all, she was essentially his partner in crime. For once, however, he was having trouble thinking what to say. turntechGodheadbegan trolling gallowsCalibrator-- TG: okay so i came up with an idea TG: and by i i mean davesprite TG: who is me so i do still mean i TG: its a bit dangerous but itll be fine TG: you there tz? TG: guess youre busy TG: okay well i might not be able to reply very much soon so TG: you know TG: thanks TG: for setting things in motion again TG: anyway later turntechGodheadceased trolling gallowsCalibrator--

turntechGodheadceased pestering gallowsCalibrator-- Shame their conversation had ended so quickly. Even if it was a far shot, Terezi truly believed there was a way to solve this problem, to maybe turn this session around. At least fix things so they weren't all stuck like they were. She ignored the accusations that she was simply using this research time to have more conversations with the Dave human. The chat window was closed quickly, and she watched the icon on her screen for a short while. Of course, watched wasn't exactly the word for it, but she knew where it was. Maybe if she just...nudged it forward a bit... Another chat window interrupted her thoughts. Damn. Seemed it would have to wait. carcinoGeneticist began trollinggallowsCalibrator Not exactly the troll she wanted to talk to at the moment, but he was a friend, after all. A least she should give him a bit of her time. She had been somewhat neglecting her companions on this meteor quite a bit lately. GC: 1N C4S3 YOUV3 FORGOTT3N GC: TH1S COOK GUY DO3SNT 3X1ST 4NY MOR3 31TH3R GC: SO W3R3 STUCK W1TH TH3 HUM4NS TH4T W3 H4V3 FOR NOW GC: 1 M34N 1TS PROB4BLY GO1NG TO B3 4LL W3R3 STUCK W1TH BUT YOU KNOW WH4T 1 M34N GC: 1 DONT S33 WHY YOUR3 SO CONC3RN3D W1TH 4 MOV13 NOW GC: 1 M34N 1F YOUR3 JUST GO1NG TO S1T 4ROUND 4ND W4TCH YOUR SH1TTY ROM4NC3 HUM4N MOV13S TH3N F1N3 GC: BUT 1 DONT G3T WHY YOU TH1NK 1TS SO 1MP3R4T1V3 TH4T 1 COM3 TH3R3 TO P4RT4K3 1N TH1S M1S3R4BL3 L1TTL3 P4ST1M3 W1TH YOU GC: 1 GU3SS 1 C4N HUMOR YOU FOR 4 WH1L3 THOUGH GC: 1F 1TLL M4K3 YOU F33L B3TT3R GC: 1LL SHOW UP 1N 4 L1TTL3 WH1L3 1 GU3SS GC: M4YB3 1TLL B3 OV3R BY TH3 T1M3 1 G3T DOWN TH3R3 >:] gallowsCalibrator ceased trollingcarcinoGeneticist She purposefully left out the details of her conversations with Dave, or that they happened at all. Karkat would be true to his promise of the epic flipout that would happen if she had been conversing with him again. Oh, well. Perhaps he'd find out soon enough, but until then, leaving him hanging was at least a bit of amusement for her. She grabbed her cane and adjusted the glasses that sat on the bridge of her nose before heading out of the little room she had claimed as her own. Despite being friends, spending over an entire sweep with who remained of their friends would be testing on all of them if they didn't have a way to escape from each other on occasion. Not quite the same as her long-destroyed respite block back on Alternia, but it was better than nothing. There was a hollow tapping on the ground as she made her way to where Karkat was most likely holed up with his dumb movie. While her other senses often made up for her lack of sight, it was still helpful to have something to make sure there wasn't anything she was about to trip over on the ground in front of her.

Raven had just returned from a brutal training session with the rest of the titans. It had been a no power session and she felt completely battered. What she wanted was a hot steaming mug of herbal tea and to curl up with a book for the rest of the night. Of course Cyborg and Beastboy were pumped typical males and their testosterone. Beastboy at the moment was begging her to ref a game of their favorite sport, Stankball. Raven was of course refusing as usual. "There is no way on earth I would ever take any part of that ridiculous game of yours!" she said "Duude come on Raven, Starfire doesn't get it and Robin is stick in the mud!" The green changeling said. Raven shot him her infamous death glare as she walked down the hall to her room Beastboy still trailing after her "I said no..." she said as she walked into her bedroom. She leaned against her door with a soft sigh as she lowered her hood and her amethyst eyes flickered around the her room. She walked over scanning to her bookshelf for the next thousand pages of quiet time text for the night. She pulled down one of the texts of Merlin and was about to walk out to get her tea when something caught her eye. She wouldn't have been able to say whether it was the shine of the plastic crystal cd case or the stark white sheet of paper against her dark bed sheets but nonetheless she turned heavy book in hand and walked over to her bed. She glanced down as she set the book down on her bed and she picked up the cd and the note 'Thinking of you' it read. The faintest smile graced her lips and she raised a brow as she looked at the cd cover 4:13 Dream The Cure. She gave a tiny laugh as she wondered who could have done this. The Cure was one of her favorite bands and she actually hadn't found the time to go out and find this album yet she had most of their earlier albums but not this one. She picked up the cd and her book and made her way into the Common room and setting her book and new cd down on the sofa she moved to check the data base to see maybe who had entered her room.... But nothing? No one had entered her room through her door... Who could have left this? She stared at the cd perplexed

Wally West was about to prefrom a daring, possibly life threatening, move at this very moment. He krept quietly to Ravens room in Titans Tower, a folded up piece of paper placed on a small square object wrapped in brown paper. It was a CD he picked up that he thought Raven might like, he spent what seemed like hours to him, merely minutes to normal people and their perceptions, going through bands that he thought Raven would be into. Why exactly? Because he was harboring a crush on her. Sure the brooding and piercing gaze was intimidating and could scare the soul out of any man, but he had actually had a few conversations with her and she was... she was... she was wonderful. She was smart and witty, although her sense of humor could use some work, but that was besides the point. Combined with her dark skin that seemed to have no flaw and her violet hair, he was hooked. Now he was just hoping this gesture wouldn't get him flayed alive... by Ravens mind. He had finally reached Ravens door, the gateway to her room/ library of the occult. He couldn't use the door, the security system would track that and she would be able to find out who entered; and right now, he wanted to remain anonymous. So instead of the door he went to the wall next to it. He placed his hand on it and concentrated on the Speed Force. As he concentrated he began to feel every molecule in his body vibrate at an accelerated rate and next thing he knew he was inside Ravens room. The molecular phase shifting was a neat trick he had learned in a physics book combined with a tip or two from his Uncle Barry. He then slowly snuck to Ravens bed and placed the wrapped CD on her bed and placed the note on top of it. It wasn't a mooshh gushy love note or anything. It just read 'Thinkig of you' and nothing more, no name at the bottom or anything that could lead back to him. He then made a speedy exit. He was making his way out of the Titans Tower when his accursed sense of doubt hit him like a ton of bricks. He couldn't just leave a CD for her just out of the blue! He raced back to Ravens room and made it to the door. He was about to phase shift in again when he heard footsteps and voices coming from the hall. He quickly played out various scenarios in his head in moments and decided hat the best option was to bale. He turned to the opposite end of the hallway and was out of there in a flash, the CD still in Ravens room. He ran and he ran, out of the Titans Tower and out of Jump City. He ran to the only place he felt safe, Keystone City and his uncle Barry. He arrived in Keystone in about 5 minutes after leaving Jump City. He ran around till he found his uncle on a roof top listening in on his police radio scanner. "Uncle Barry?" He asked timidly. Barry turned around and faced him, "What's up Wally?" Wally took a seat on the roofs edge, his feet dangling off of the building and out into the open air. "I'm having some lady troubles." Barry nodded with a sense of age old wisdom, "What's her name?" Wally then began to tell his uncle the story about his feelings for Raven, replacing her name with Rachel. At the end Barry was about to answer with some advice but hmthen his hand went to his scanner. "Come on, we've got a robbery in progress, I'll tell you some advice afterwards." Wall nodded and zoomed off with his uncle to help him out.

Raven had double and triple checked the security cams along with exit and enter times to her room but nothing and no one showed up. She sighed as she sat back down on the sofa simply looking back and forth between the cd and the note. She had leaned back against the cushions considering starting on her book when Wally sped in plopping down beside her with a whoosh. He seemed not to noticed her for a few moments and she rolled her eyes a touch. "Do you ever knock?" she asked as an answer with a tiny laugh obviously in a very good mood at the moment she hardly ever laughed even when she insulted Beastboy. She stood then making her way over to the sink as she turned on the steaming hot water and grabbed her tea jar adding a few scoops of her favorite blend. She walked back over mug in hand as she sat back down on the couch in her spot beside Wally. "No actually I'm trying to figure out who was in my room today" she said setting her heavy spellbook in her lap and opening it to a random page. "I'm not upset or anything... curious really, because they left me something" she said not looking up as she sipped at her tea and started reading the old latin text.

After Barry and Wally dumped the crooks at the front of the police station they went back to Barrys apartment where Aunt Iris was waiting for Barry and was surprised to see Wally. "Why hello Wally, nice of you to drop in." Wally hesitantly waved hello to her, "Hi Aunt Iris," Barry patted Wally on the shoulder, "Wally here has come for some girl advice." Iris giggled and left the two alone. Barry quickly changed out of his Flash costume and into his civilian clothes. "Ok Wally, now for the advice I promised you." Wally payed close attention now. "You see Wally it seems to me that you really like this girl and that this isn't just another one of your flings I hear from some of your friends mentors." Wally shamefully hung his head at that truth. "Now with these facts I can confidently say... Take it nice and easy." Wall's mouth then hung loose, "Thats it?!" He asked in disbelief. "Thats it," He said in response, "Look Wally what your feeling for this girl doesn't take smooth talk or good lines. Just a little gesture here and there as well as a compliment or two and you'll be just fine. As long as you don't royaly piss her off you'll eventually get her." Wally wasn't sure whether or not to believe this would work, but he decided that it would be best to trust Barry on this. Wally turned to leave. "Thanks uncle Barry!" He then zoomed off back to Jump City. When he arrived he quickly turned his way towards Titans Tower. He zoomed right through security and ran back to where he was not a half an hour ago, outside of Ravens door. He was about to knock when he heard Beast Boy and Cyborg come around the corner with a hulk of rancid socks and t-shirts. The pair saw the young speedster and thought they had the drop on him. Cyborg carefully took aim and flung the disgusting ball at KF. Wally's reaction was instantaneous and he side stepped it watching as the ball clearly missed and rolled its way down the hall. BeastBoy hung his head low in defeat, "Aw! No fair!" Wally only smiled and quickly left the hall before the two could ask why he was outside of Ravens door. He went to the largest area in the tower, the living room/ kitchen area. He grabbed a drink from the fridge and quickly zoomed onto the couch, landing as light as a feather. He opened the drink and began to chug down the liquid until her turned his eyes to the left and saw the object of his affection sitting beside him. Rather than freaking out he compartmentalized the fact that she was there, with the CD he bought her no doubt. He slowed his chugs to small gulps before pulling the container away from his mouth. "What's up Raven?" He asked casually in hopes of striking up a conversation.

A teeny tiny smirk played on her lips at his joke and she rolled her eyes at him "Good point I suppose" she said and then she frowned "Yeah some one got into my room, but it's weird they didn't take anything they actually left me a gift..." she held up the cd with one hand "And it's one that I needed to complete my collection for The Cure... it almost like I've got myself an admirer." she said and then she shook her head "But that doesn't even make any sense I mean really even when we get fan mail all I ever get is sob stories from sad little goth girls or freaky letters from potential pedophiles" she murmured with a shrug "I can't imagine why someone would actually take an interest in me" she frowned then but never lifted her eyes from the book and she simply turned the old pages "De gustibus non est disputandum" she said looking over at him now with a true tiny smile "In matters of taste there is no argument" she looked down at her book then and pointed to a phrase "It's not just magic Wally it's energy and these spells manipulate it... this one here was used to track demons by their aura's mainly used by exorcists" she said "And this one was written by Merlin himself it teaches you how to emulate yourself upon different people and objects" she murmured her mouth wording the ancient latin as she read over the incantation again

Wally gave Raven a toothy grin when she asked if he ever knocked, "Well seeing as this is a couch and not a door it would be pointless to try and knock. Besides, knocking is for suckers, it gives away their positions too easily." He was actually surprised to hear a slight bit of laughter come from Ms. Doom-and-gloom, she must really be in a good mood today. Come to think of it this was the loudest he had ever heard her laugh. Even if she ever decided to laugh it was limited to a low chuckle that you had to pay close attention to hear it. After this shocking development she stood up and and made some tea for herself. When she sat back down she revealed to him about her curiosity as to who had entered her room. "Some one entered your room?" He asked attempting to play the ingnorant fool rather than the all knowing speedster. "Without leaving a trace?" He gave himself a mental pat on the back, 'Sweet!' He thought, 'A perfect getaway, now no one knows!' He sat back into the cushions and relaxed now. He finished off the last of his drink and zoomed over to the trash can to throw it away. He left behind a bit of an after image of him still sitting so when he got back he sat in the exact same position so it looked like he never left the couch. Hoping to pick up more of the conversation he looked at the pages she was reading. His brain then began to process what was on it. Latin, ancient form, broken up into small phrases that translated into what Wally assumed to be magical incantations that Raven used. "Ah some magic eh? I'm more of a Science and Philosophy guy. Cogito ergo sum you know?" He was quoting Descarte to be precise, since she was reading in Latin she should be able to translate what he said so there was no need to do it for her.

Raven frowned slightly when Robin stormed into the common room "Great just what I need" she muttered to herself. She was not thrilled to be going out and fighting crime. It was a necessity she knew but she would have like to have been able to just relax for the rest of the night. When he called the rest of the team over the com system she frowned and opened a portal and threw her book through it, it'd be on her bed waiting for her later. She looked up at the TV watching as Roin flipped through the virtual files. "Why are they always robbing banks? Couldn't they just steal whatever it was they wanted to buy?" she muttered to herself as she pulled her hood. She watched with curious eyes as Wally zoomed away beforeRobin gave the usual command "Titans Go!"and she gave a sigh as she flew out the window with Starfire to the bank. "We shall see you at the building of green colored paper my friends!" the red headed tameranian calledand Raven just huffed and yanked on her arm pulling her away "Come on..." she muttered as they flew off They flew over skyscrapers to the center of the city where the bank lay seemingly peaceful that was until the front door were sent flying by Gorilla Grodd. Raven quickly glanced around to spot the other titans Starfire was already down on the ground next to Robin who was pulling off his helmet as Beast boy and Cyborg got out of the T-car. Raven lowered herself to the ground slowly and set her gaze for Wally curios as to where the speedster was odds as they were that he was already on the scene some where

Wally remained near Raven as she went into serials about his perfect heist. No security went off, no one saw, and the gift with the note remained anonymous. As she talked about what happened it kept feeding his ego, and he even got the band right! 'Yes! Thank you deductive reasoning!!!' Score one for science and logic. He contained his emotions. It was hard to when he felt so damn good about escaping her room undetected, but it was even harder to contorl his impulse of emotion when she talked about the letters she got from, less than admirable people. Wow, that just sucked. After hearing that he just wanted to tell her that it was his gift and all of his feelings, but that was against the advice that Barry had given him. He had to play it cool. Wally chilled on the couch. He wasn't surprised that Raven returned his statement with another well known Latin phrase. She was right, they could sit here all day debating whether or not Science disproved magic or that magic was the binding force of the universe, yada yada. It was all just a matter of taste. His eyes continued to wander over the pages of Ravens book as she picked out a few passages to tell him about. Wally was slightly uninterested in what each spell did, his mind was devoted to science, logic, deductive reasoning, stuff about this world and how it worked and not how a spell was weaved. He was about to return a statement but Robin stormed in to the room. The Boy Wonder pressed a button the remote and turned the large screen TV on to two familiar files. He pressed another button and spoke on the intercom, "Titans, everyone hear... Now!" When they all gathered he enlarged the file photos to where they could all see and detail. "We just received a tip that Gorilla Grod and Captain Cold are about to rob the Jump City 1st National Bank." Wally was all too familiar with these two crooks. Grod caused a whole mess of trouble for the JLA, JSA, and even The Outsiders. Captain Cold was a frequent of Barry's Rogue Gallery. "Alright!" Wally said, "Let's do this!" He then zoomed ahead to try and beat them there.

Raven gave a soft sigh and nodded at Robin who called out "Titans take 'em down!" Raven immeadiatly cast her spell encasing the broken doors in her aura before sending them flying at Captain Cold. The man freezed them in mid air as they came at him and Ravenn gave a tiny growl before encassing his freeze pistol in her black aura and making it burst into thousands on tiny particles. "Freeze that" she said with a tiny smirk before she took a street light and wrapped in around his chest like it was rope. Raven really wasn't in the mood to deal with any villains today lest the spoil her mood. She frowned then as the man managed to wiggle out of the steel hold. Raven smirked as the other titans charged at him and she flew over to where Kid Flash was trying to single handedly take down Grodd "Need a hand?" she asked before she sent a steel railing flying at the Gorilla that struck him in the chest. Grodd was up again in moment and charged after Raven. She blocked a few hit's with aura shields but and he smashed downward with two hands the sheer force of the blow threw Raven back a few feet. She groaned as her shoulder smacked the ground and she scuttled back avoiding Grodd

Wally was already way ahead of the group and arrived at the bank to find the civillians and staff still frozen, "You know I really do wonder where he gets all of those freeze pistols. I can't even count the number of ones we took away and destroyed!" He followed the trail of ice and found the duo still in the vault gathering up duffle bags of money. "Really guys? I mean I understand Cold doing this sort of thing, but you Grodd? I always thought you just built your monkey junk to rule the world, not get money to buy it." The two scowld at him. "Ah Kid Flash," Grodd retorted, "I was expecting well.... more." Wally smirked, it was a good comeback, that's what he expected from a super smart gorilla. Cold wasn't willing to engage in witty banter, "Oh can we just freeze him already!" He aimed the pistol and shot at him. He dodged the shot and sped out to draw them into the open. They followed and he drew them out into the public, Grodd bursted out the door before he could catch him. When he made it outside he vaulted over Grodd and landed just right. When he turned around he saw the other Titans started to arrive to help. "About time you guys showed up!" Cold finally made it out and started shooting. He waited for Robin to shout orders and when he didn't get any he took it as free range. He sped at Grodd and kept for a roundhouse kick to begin the engagement.

Raven watched as Wally jumped onto Grodd's back and covered his eyes the gorilla flailed around trying to rip Kid Flash off his back and Raven nearly laughed at the sight. Her eyes were wide as he took down Grodd and she gave him a small smile when he offered her a hand up. She took it and stood before giving a soft sigh and waving one hand encased in her aura and Grod was wrapped in a layer of asphalt that would hopefully hold him till the special police could come get him and put him in a level 6 holding cell. The rest of the titans had manged to take out the gunless Captain cold Robin was attaching him to a street light now with some of his steel line. She winced a bit as she moved her shoulder that had caught her fall and she rubbed her hand over it trying to heal it. She rolled her shoulder again after a moment and winced thought less than before. It still hurt but she would live probably the rest would heal after she went to sleep tonight. "Are you okay?" she asked looked Wally up and down then glancing at the rest of her team it seemed they were all uninjured so she wouldn't have to heal any of them. Wally had pretty much taken Grodd down himself so maybe he had some injury he wasn't showing?

The kick Wally flung at Grodd only amused him. He snatched the boy out of the air and flung him away. "Seriously boy, do you expect me to really go down that easy?" That rhetorical question was easily answered when a street light caught him off guard and sat him down. Wally got up, happy to see Raven lending a hand, "Thanks." He quickly returned to speeding around, confusing Grodd and taunting him before speeding off to another spot to repeat the process. With Grodds eyes tracing the annoying child to try and calculate the next spot he would be he forgot about the magic child. Annoyed by her useless efforts he charged at her with the force of twenty men and began to attack her relentlessly. She was able to block some of his blows but eventually her defenses broke and he was able to knock her to the ground where she scuttled away in fear. "Come here child, it's time you learned your lesson about annoying the wrong man!" Wally saw what happened and got an idea. While Grodd was focusing on Raven he snuck up behind him and leapt on to his back while his hands covered his eyes. "See no evil!" He shouted while Grodd flailed around aimlessly to try and rip the young speedster from his back. Wally vaulted over to the front of him and thunder clapped his ears shouting, "Hear no evil!" He then dropped to the ground and watched for a moment while Grodd wabbled in disorientation. He leapt up and delivered his best right hook to Grodds mouth, "Speak no evil!" Grodd still didn't go down so Wally delivered one more blow, a super fast uppercut to his chin while he shouted, "Shoryuken!!" With that Grodd fell to the floor with a large thud. Seeing that the fight was finished he walked over to Raven and held a hand out to her, "Need a hand?"

Raven frowned slightly when he stuttered he was lying and she knew it but her raced off before she even could take a step towards him. She checked on the other titans felt around on the thrum of a mental link she still had left with Robin checking him and the rest of the team for injuries. Robin had explained the situation to the special police and soon they were leaving. Cyborg and Beastboy got back into the T-Car quickly as Robin hopped onto his motorcycle. She shook her head a bit when she realized Wally had raced off ahead...again. She sighed slightly when the boys challenged each other to a race home and Starfire was giggling before she flew off and Raven followed behind them quietly. They were at the tower in less than fifteen minutes and Raven frowned when Beastboy taunted her for loosing. "Can I have lost if I wasn't racing?" she asked as she pulled her hood down and walked inside without another word leaving Beastboy standing there ackwardly. She went into the common room quietly. She gave a sigh of relief as she poured herself a new mug of tea and inhaled the light aroma. She sat on the long curing black sofa then her legs under her in a lotus position. Not that she was preparing to meditate.

As Wally pulled her up he felt jolts of pain shoot up the arm he used to punch, 'Damn,' He thought, 'I guess punching 775 pounds of solid muscle isn't the best thing for my arm.' He helped her up the rest of the way, ignoring the pain in his arm and feeling relief when she could stand on her own. He wanted to rub his arm to try and massage the pain away, but wouldn't want to worry everybody so he tried to ignore it again. He would have to find a bottle of asprin later and take a few to try and edge this pain away. Forgetting the pain for a moment he looked at Raven to look and see if Grodd had hurt her somehow. He saw her look at him and he took this chance to get a better look at her. Her cowl covered most of her face but in turn gave the shadow of a Raven on her. The only thing standing out would be her eyes, the purple in them standing out against the black shadow the cowl gave. He didn't know if he was by he felt like he was starting to get dreamy eyed. He quickly shook himself to bring back reality. "Y-yeah I'm fine." He then quickly left to go check on the others. Once the police came and claimed the two villains, Wally left for the tower, he still had to moved his stuff in. He did that and he then quickly changed into hiscivilian attirethinking that the day was done.

Raven rolled her eyes at the question before throwing a sideways glance in his direction "Your legs..." she said finally before looking back down at her mug of tea watching the steam swirl out of it for a moment before she set it down and lunged at Wally her hands pinning his shoulders down. "Now are you going to sit still and let me heal your arm or do I have to strap you down to a med table?" she had dealt with Robin enough times to know if a man didn't say anything about an injury he probably never was and would avoid the subject if you talked about it. She frowned at him slightly as she brushed her hair back behind her ear and moved her hands over his arms hovering just an inch above it. "Why are boys always so secretive about their injuries? It's like you think it's a bad thing" she said rolling her eyes a touch as she encased his arm in what looked to be a blue aura "That's one point for magic Wally" she said with a tiny smirk as she got off him and released his arm from her aura "Now isn't that better than some asprin?" she asked

Wally was just finishing setting up the last of his stuff when he heard the others come in, "Hmm I was off a minute or two." He gave a small chuckle to himself and then unpacked the box. He quickly straightened everything up and then left his room. Instead of running around like a maniac he decided to take a nice walk through the tower, although it was hard since he had been running on full speed for awhile now and it felt strange to just... walk. He arrived in the common room to find it quiet. He was expecting the group to celebrate the incarceration of an A class villain, Grodd, Captain Cold rolled at the bottom of the barrel at around C level. He saw Robin sitting in the kitchen nursing a cold drink while he hears Beast Boy and Cyborg arguing in the garage. Something about how Garth needed a moped and Cybrog refused to build it. Starfire? Well he didn't know where she was, considering her ecstatic behavior on earth items she was probably off admiring some miscellaneous item in the tower. He turned to see raven sitting Indian style on the couch. He smiled and he went over and sat on the back of the couch next to her. He lure down so that he looked like a blanket draped across the couch, his torso on Ravens side and his legs dangling off the back. "So... What's up?"

Raven smirked when he stopped squirming and looked as if the tension had been relieved. She smiled at him then just before she watched his arm cave out from underneath him and his fast crashed into her breast. She blushed as he stuttered and opened her mouth to say something but he was gone before she could even respond to his apology. At this point she pulled her hood up again as she always did when she was even remotely embarrased but she was way passed remotely at this point. She tossed her mug into the sink lightly as she flew up to the bedroom hall of the tower. She pused in front of Wally's room thinking to say something to him but she lost her nere and continued into her own room. She sighed as her door slid open and she stepped inside letting the door slide shut behind her. She didn't even lock it this time honestly none of the other titans ever came in without her permission first especially after the mirror incident with Cyborg and Beastboy. She walked over to her stereo and pressed the switch before slipping her new cd into the slot. Cranking up the volume before she moved and sat down on her bed humming along to the alternative punk rock the music loud enough for anyone down the hall to feel the bass reverberating through their chest but that's what Raven like. Music was her way to feel without random things exploding around her because she lost control of her owers music at least let her experience some emotion.

Wally wanted to laugh at Ravens observation thinking that it was supposed to be a joke, but when does Raven ever make jokes? So it just brought a frown to his face, "Really? You're gonna pull that card on me? Buzz kill." He let his legs come over and he rolled onto the couch and faced upright. When she asked about his arm he tried to pass it off as nothing, "My arm? What are you- Ow ow ow!!" He shouted as he had put weight on it leaning over to be closer to her. He accepted defeat, now that it was obvious it was injured. She placed her hands over his arm and did some hocus poccus and shazam! his arm was fixed. He had to give it to her, score one for magic. The arm she fixed had a bit of a tingle to it and it gave way and he fell over on her, his head falling into her chest. He quickly got back up, flustered. "I-I-I'm sorry about that." With that he took his leave, at super speed. He ran to his room and shut the door behind him.

Raven had changed after a little while into clothes Starfire and her had bought during one of the few times she went with the alien girl to the 'mall of shopping'. A black top that clung snugly to her torso accentuating her bust with the rhinstones covered words'Bite Me'and a pair of dark washed skinny jeans. She was laying across her bed reading a book when she heard a knock just barely over the music pounding through the room. She sighed and stood when she heard Wally's slightly nervous voice asking if he could talk. "Good Azar, am I really that scary?" she asked herself a bit annoying everyone was always so freaked out around her. Even her team stil was wary around her Beastboy always got very quiet whenever he knew she was upset and Cyborg was always jumpy and nervous when ever she had to have him help her with a cut or broken bone she couldn't mend herself. Even Robin got slightly more wary off her when she was having an off day and seemed to be meditating more than usual Starfire was about the only one who still bugged her no matter what, Starfire didn't really count though Raven still wasn't sure whether the Tameranian even knew how to respond to anger She stood hooping off her bed and moved across her room her bare feet padding lightly against the lush purple carpet as she turned the music down and walked over to her door. Her door slid open as she pressed her hand against the hand scanner. "Yeah? Come on in I guess" she said she had gotten a bit better about trusting people in her room more but was still a touch nervous about anyone in there. She sat on her bed and patted the space next to her motioning for him to sit so he wouldn't just be ackawardly standing there. She spoke first though "If this is about earlier trust me it's ok accidents happen I know you didn't really mean to try to make out with my sternum" she said with a tiny laugh obviously her mood hadn't been ruined and if anything the music had help her let out a few more emotions than usual.

When Wally entered in his room he immediately grabbed the nearest thing to him and flung it against the wall. "Way to go Wally! Now she's probably going to come up here and filet you alive!!! God stupid arm!! Stupid emotions! Arghh!!!" He didn't know why he felt so furious right now. Was it just tension from holding back his secret, or residual stress from fighting villains when he was trying to talk to Raven, maybe it was just his anger at the stupidity of falling face first into her breasts? "Of all places!" He continued to himself, "Why did it have to be her breasts!! Man she'll probably be coming for my head... or worse." That thought made him gulp and shiver in fear of losing his 'pride'. Too many factors to figure out which one was the catalyst to this sudden outburst of anger. He sat down on his bed, hands over his head, waiting for his door to fly open and an angry magical being floating at the door, eyes red with anger, ready to kill him for his stupid move. It was only the inevitable. Raven was known for keeping strict boundaries, he heard that one time Cyborg and Beast Boy snuck into her room when she explicitly told them not to. The pair ended up getting sucked into a mirror that was a doorway to Ravens psyche and they almost got torn to shrewds, bot to mention how mad Raven was when they got out. He could only imagine this being worse and that she would probably do horrible things to. He waited... and waited.... and waited, counting each precious minute as it passed, but Raven did not come. He wondered what was taking her so long? He waited more until he heard music blaring through the whole hall, so that's where she was. Wally mulled over some possibilities and finally settled on one. He assumed Raven was wondering why he had ran off so quickly and why he was so flustered when the incident happened. So he probably needed to tell her the truth about everything and come clean so that she would understand why he acted the way he did. Wally got up from his bed and walked out into the hallway, still in his civilian attire. He walked his way down the hall, feeling himself vibrate everytime a bass note was played. He stopped where the music was coming from and knocked loudly saying, "Raven? C-can I talk to you for a minute or two?" This was it.

Raven nodded her head a bit when he explained a bit more though she froze when he said he was the one who left her the cd. She sat there quietly for a few minutes unmoving until Wally looked like he was ready to explode or something she let out a sigh. "Okay.... Number one while I do love the cd and think it really nice that you got it for me you shouldn't have came into my room, I wouldn't have killed you or anything had you given it to me in person Wally... Number two I'm really flattered by all this but also kinda confused...And Number three The whole most beautiful blah blah blah things aint gonna fly with me because I'm sure you said that to Jinx and Artemis and ever other girl you've ever flirted with or dated.... I appreaciate the compliments but I really don't like being handled or lied too" she said It wasn't really his fault, driven by her own insecurities coupled with the betrayal of Malchior All of this seemed way to good to be true. Nobody was supposed to like sad little Raven especially a player like Wally. The guys were supposed to go after Starfire or Supergirl not her... She was the quiet one the one who sat in the background while she watched everyone else fall in and out of love having a good time. Besides she couldn't reciprocate his feelings at least not comepletely it'd be dangerous for everyone if she let her emotions get out of control over some boy, she couldn't take having her heart shattered into a million pieces again. She had managed to keep them in check when she felt so betrayed over Malchior locking Rage and Jealousy into the back corner of Nevermore but she nearly hadn't been able to do it that time and she wasn't sure she could do it again if he ended up huting her

Wally was tense and nervous when he heard the music turn down and then her feat pad across the floor. He tried to think of what he was going to say, but when she opened the door and he saw her in that black shirt in those jeans words left him. He had never seen her in plain other before, he thought she didn't have any and just stuck to the leotard and cape. He gulped as she let him inside the room and he took a look around as if this was his first time in there. In reality it wasn't since he was here not hours ago. He followed her on to the bed and he sat down in the spot she patted for him. When he did words began to return to him and he was about to speak but Raven decided to take the initiative on that one. He was glad she understood that it was an accident but she didn't know the whole story, not yet at least. And that's where Wally picked up. "Yeah it was an accident, but I want to apologize for the way I reacted to it. It must have sort of freaked you out a little, right?" He stopped for a moment to try and figure out where to go form there. He took another look at her hoping tontine the right words to say. She looked good, scratch that, beautiful in the clothes she was wearing. Though the 'Bite Me' bedazzled across the t-shirt was a bit off putting if not down tint intimidating. The shirt ing tightly to her as if it was like leotard. The same went for the jeans as well, they accenuated the curve of her hips and everything in-between. Seeing how good she looked he found a second wind and started talking again. "The reason why I reacted that way was because I was nervous, and I mean REALLY nervous. That being because it was me who left you the CD earlier today." He took another pause for her to gather her thoughts on that. "To continue I left that gift because...because... because I like you... a lot." It felt like a great weight was lifted from his chest and he found it easier to continue. "I like you a lot because your smart, witty when you want to be, you have great insight on things, your clam and cool no matter the situation, and most of all because you have to be the most beautiful woman I've met in my young life." He wanted to reach out and cup her cheek or touch her arm, but he resisted since he bad practically dropped a bomb on her and he had yet to see her reaction. So he waited patiently for her thoughts and reactions to what he had now revealed to her.

Raven sighed as he left and she walked over to her desk and slid out a drawer, her mirror inside. Lifting it up and looking at her reflection for a moment she entered Nevermore. Happy was giggling as usual "He's so sweet and cute to I just love that red hair!" The pink cloaked girl said before zooming off pretending she was as airplane.Brave seemed concerned "Why didn't you at least give him a chance he seemed sincere"Timid looked depressed "But the last time a boy told us we were pretty he tried to eat us"Rude rolled her eyes "Seriously dude? I think it's freaking sweet he bought us a cd I mean come on?!" The orange cloaked her said before belching.Intelligent pushed up her glasses further up on her nose "I caculate that there is only a thirty eight point six percent chance he was being unhonest and were better off without him"Lust gave a sly smiled "Who cares? Did you see how hot he looked?"Jealousy frowned then "But he's always flirting, and I say that he's up to no good" Raven looked over at Rage who hadn't spoke yet "What don't you have anything to say?" she asked Rage opened it's blood red glowing eyes "DESTROY THEM ALLLLL!!!" Then all of her emotion started talking at one"I caculate..." "But it was""Lalalala""And he was ""Noo wayyy eww""I can't believe you would...""We should all" Raven covered hers ears "No, No, NO, NOO" she cried as she flew out of the mirror yelling "JUST BE QUIET!" she cried now back in her room kneeling on the floor her hands over her ears and things flew about her room exploding on their own accord and making little Kamikaze runs into the walls as her unleashed emotions released the cap on her powers

Wally was shocked to hear at what Raven had to say. He would at least of thought that she would perceived the gesture as romantic rather than now as she seems to perceive as just a bother or a hassle. Then she had the gall to go and say he was trying to handle and lie to her. Lie?! Sure Wally may not always have a serious attitude and can be aloof at times, but he was not a lier! He didn't understand why she was cutting him down like this. From what she told him before she should appreciate and be flattered by someone deciding to show affection for her. It seemed as if Wally didn't know her enough to figure out why she was doing this. She then basically called him a two-timing player that repeats lines over and over to different girls, it made him grit his teeth. Sure he had been flirty before but this was the genuine article! He was putting everything on the line here and she was just treating it like he was playing some sort of game. Not wanting to take this anymore he stood up from the bed. "Is that what you think this is Raven, some sort of game that I'm playing?! Then fine I guess the games on then!" He walked to the wall next to the door, sure it would be practical to use he door but then he couldn't show her how he got in with the CD. He placed his hand on the wall and vibrated his molecules, "Score one for science!" And then he phased through the wall. He went to his room and grabbed his costume, it was the only thing that did burn up under large amounts of friction while he's running. He went down to the training room for one thing, anger release. He set up the drones and went ahead and began to pound them until they were nothing.

Raven let out a scream as her emotions argued in her head. Her mind was a mess and her room was becoming one as things exploded and things flew across her room. Her nightstand flew into her window making a loud crashing noise as the glass shattered and the purple table fell with gravity to the ground below. She was sobbing as a few of the emotions settled down and she managed to crawl into the corner of her room as a few of her things still flew round her room encased in her aura. She couldn't understand what was wrong normally it was one or two emotions that got out of control not all of them at once! Rage roared inside her head and Raven struggled to push her back into it's dark corner of Nevermore. "Stoop.... Keep it calm Raven... You can do it....peace calm..." Rage obviously didn't like that idea as it tried to push back into the center of her mind. She took a deep breath as she huged her knees close to her chest fighting an internal battle with Rage. Her voice was broken as loud sobs racked her body. She finay managed to put a cap back on her emotions but she still cried. She halfway wondered why someone hadn't broken down her door yet. "Because no one cares...." Rage whispered to her "N-no they care...." Raven argued back "No they don't they all think your just a creepy girl, you don't belong with them, they hate you" Tears filled Ravens eyes again and she shook her head as Rage continued to whispered words of hatred to her "That's right Raven they don't like you at all Wally was lying to you he was only pretending so you wouldn't kill him" Raven covered her ears and tried to drive the voice away "NOOO!" she screamed her voice ringing out as a few more objects exploded and a few trinkets flew against her walls and out the windows

Wally was on his second set of drones, the first being pummeled by his flurry of speed punches. He was in the middle or pummeling them whenDickcame in. Dick was surprised to see Wally this furious before. When Wally was done with the drones, now reduced to smoldering ashes, he was panting angrily, this doing nothing to help his anger. Dick strolled on over and put a hand on Wally's shoulder, "Come on Wally I think that's enough for one day." Wally wanted to lash out against his friends touch but he knew it would be pointless. He slumped his shoulders and took a deep breath, "Yeah... I guess your right." He removed the goggles off of his head and did the same of his hooded mask. He walked over to the panel and clocked the right combination of buttons to call for the mess to be cleaned up. When he did that a heard the bounce of a ball and looked at Dick to see that he was bouncing a basketball, "Come on, best two out of three in some HORSE." Wally couldn't help but smile, Dick always knew how to cheer him up. He followed Dick to the elevator and they both rode it up to the top of the tower. On the way up Dick felt like he needed to ask, "So... You gonna tell me what's eating you?" Wally didn't want to tell him. "Come on Wally I'm the worlds second best detective in the world. If your not going to tell me I will figure it out." Wally still held fast and denied him the information. When the elevator next dinger they were on the roof and began their games of horse. As they continued to play Wally felt himself unwind as they played.

Rage continue to tear her down make her feel hatred for the people around her, telling her that everyone hated her, no one cared, they all wished she would go away, they had wanted to leave her in dark depths of Trigon's domain. Raven was starting to believe Rage a bit "No..." she murmured but with less conviction now "They care...don't they?" Raven asked... Rage laughed in her mind "NO! They despise you, you should have stayed with Trigon you would have sat at his right hand now you are stuck with them!! You should release me! You could be queen of this world!!" Raven shook her furiously. "No... they do care" and Rage just laughed again. She was silent as she looked up and saw Wally literally walk through her wall with Robin trailing behind. "See they care" she said and Rage cackled in her mind. "They're just worried you broke something valueable they don't care about your well being" Rage said back. Raven probably looked like a mental patient as she had her one sided argument with her most infamous emotion. Raven flinched away from Wally as if she expected to be hit. "The door was open..." she said finally. Rage was seeming to simmer down and Raven's mental blocks slammed back down locking Rage back away in a dark corner in the back of her mind. "I-I'm sorry I-I was trying to... and they just got out of control...." she said then as she shook her head as another soft sob escaped her lips. She looked up at Wally and tears filled her eyes again "You hate me don't you...." she asked all though it sounded more like she was simply stating something as simple as her hair was purple. "Please don't hate me..."

Wally stared at the basket taking in a numerous amount of calculations and processing them faster than a normal human. He took in wind speed, direction, humidity, gravitational pull, weight of the ball, angle of elevation, height of the basket, etc. When all the calculations were complete he took aim and tossed the ball up on a wide arc. It came down on the top of the backboard and bounced up high into the air. Dick thought it was an obvious miss but Wally had a confident look on his face. When the ball came down again it went right through the net making the iconic swoosh sound. Dick hung his head, "I forgot. I'm dealing with a physics wiz." Wally beamed with pride, it was a clean sweep, Wally beat Dick everytime. The moment was short lived as they both heard the crash of a window. They both looked at each other in panic. Wally put his mask, gloves, and goggles back on while Robin went and placed his domino mask and utility belt back on. They rushed down to where they heard the crash, and other loud bangs and crashes. Wally grew even more panicked seeing that it was Ravens room. Ignoring the door he grabbed Robins hand and phased them both through the wall. He saw Raven in a corner with her legs balled up together and crying. While Robin was still trying to get over having his molecules put through a wall he calmly walked over to her and knelt down beside her. "What happened?" Meanwhile Robin was able to get himself together and went to the window to see what happened. The window showed signs of forced exit, obviously, items were thrown around and everything was complete chaos in here. Who in the hell got in here and did this?

Raven was only half way listening as Richard tried to explain to Wally about her mirror. The rest of her mind was occupied with shutting away her emotions again or at least the more dangerous ones, Lust, Jealousy, Rage. She could deal with the effect of her other emotions getting out of control they weren't that bad but her more powerful, baser, emotions were just way to dangerous to let free, they were to close to her father. When she felt Rage had been tampered down enough she tried to speak again only to watch Richard walk out and a tear slipped from her eye when Wally said he didn't hate her. "I'm s-sorry" She mumbled out as she covered her face with her hands "I want to believe you I do but Rage said... and Malchior... even Gar..." she didn't understand how anyone could like her or harbor a crush on her. She was Raven quiet sad Raven she wasn't meant to be loved. Her gaze fell on the giant wooden chest his book lay in. Everyone knew the story but they didn't know everything... She had wanted so much for him to be real to be understood. The rest of the Titans tried and had gotten a bit better especially Richard but still they still have the time avoided her. They tried not to show it but she knew, she was an empath for pity's sake, they were all still nervous around her.

Wally stayed by her even though she flinched away from him. He had paid close attention before and saw she was talking with herself, one he could definitely tell was hers, but the other. The other voice was something... inhuman. It was telling her crazy things, things that weren't true. She sounded like a schizophrenic nutcase with some nasty things crawling around in her head. He laughed a bit at the door comment, "Well if I used the door then that would be too obvious for whoever was in her wrecking everything... and it's a lot cooler to phase through the door instead of walking through." He stuck by her and tried to rifle through various enemies they had that would dare to enter into the room of a Titan. "Who Raven? Who got out of control?" Dick on the other hand was doing his detective work and while he was searching he found a mirror on the ground. From the stories of Garth and Vic the mirror matched the one they accidentally used to get to Ravens other personalities. He picked it up, the glass facing away from him and brought it over to Wally. "This is what got out of control." Wally took it and examined it, "So a mirror got out of control and trashed Ravens room?" Dick shook his head no, "The mirror is a magical portal to Ravens mind, she, Vic, and Garth call it Nevermore." Wally interrupted him with a small comment, "Doth said The Raven." Edgar Allen Poe, cliche, but it fit. Dick rolled his eyes and continued, "Anyway in Nevermore lye all of Ravens emotions. I deduce that something caused her emotions to fall out of balance and thus caused Raven to lash out and in turn her powers doing the same and causing what you see now." Then came Raven asking if he hated her. Dick took otw of this and then stepped out of the room. Wally took a deep breath and set the mirror down somewhere else. "No Raven I don't. I don't think I ever could."

Raven was about to open her mouth to refuse when he said there was no need to huddle in a corner but she thought better of it and took his hand standing up with a soft sigh. She still didn't feel 100% and Rage was still whispering in her mind but at any rate she gently squeezed his hand and sighed, again "There was a perfectly good reason to continue hiding in that corner" she mumbled as she followed him. Their feet made soft crunching noises as they walked across broken glass and porceline her interesting little trinkets and creepy masquerade masks lying in shards. It was sad really alot of those knicknacks she had collected over time from their various world wide missions. She smiled though as they walked out when she spotted her little Japanese porceline doll was still in her spot above her bed. Another soft sight escaped her lips when she saw her stereo half of it crumbled into black dust and she cocked a brow when he said he'd make he tea being pulled back into the reality of the situation. It really wasn't like her to get attached to material things.... As they walked down she was going to tell him where everything was for her tea but it appeared he already knew as he moved about the kitchen as soon as they got in there. She sighed and hopped up on the counter top her jean clad legs swinging lightly as she watched him not bothering to move over to the sofa. Her eyebrows raised again when he said the tea would help calm her down "What? Do I not look calm or something?" she asked in her stale monotone as she took the steaming mug from his hands. She had to assume she didn't though blood shot eyes and short violet hair sticking up every which way probably didn't make her look the calmest. She gave a sad pitiful excuse for a laugh as she looked at him "Some day huh?" she said before she lifted her mug to her lips and let of a soft sigh. She lowered the mug pursing her lips a bit as she looked over at him "Wally about earlier..." she said

Wally sighed again, this time tired. He really needed to figure out what happened here while he wasn't present. He had no idea who Malchior was, an old flame, some dark and mysterious figure that had Raven smitten, or just some asshole that caused Ravens distrust in her feelings? He was going to find out, but for now his place was beside Raven. She seemed like a wreck that needed help getting back on her feet. He stood beside her and held his hand out te help her up. "Come on, no need to keep huddling in a corner." When she finally would take his hand he helped her up and then began leading her to the door, "Come on, I'll make you some tea." This time he walked to the door and opened it. He led her down the hall and into the common room, luckily no one else was there. He moved to the pantry and grabbed a cup and a tea bag. He took the mug and filled it with water. Then placed it in the microwave to get the water nice and hot. When it was done he took it out and placed the teabag in it and watched as the tealeaves mixed with the water turrnig the clear liquid into a nice cup of tea. He handed the glass to her, "Here, this ought to help you calm down."

Ravens head turned slowly at the sound of a door sliding open it was almost unneeded for her to look to know who was they. The deep dark voice, the brooding dark aura, Batman was not hard to feel the presence of. She watched with weary eyes as even Wally's normally cheery confident manner was cut down by the Dark Knight's presence. "He scarier than I am" she murmured to herself as she looked back down at her tea. Her eyes flicked up when Richard walked in obviously a bit disgruntled with his mentors presence in the tower. Raven gave Wally a very small sad smile and nodded her head as she watched them walk down the hall into the sound proof strategy room. Raven silently cursed Cyborg for making the room that way it would've been nice to eavesdrop a bit on what they were discussing. She wasn't worried simply curious it was an odd thing to be contacted by Batman let alone a visit. Her assumption was the matter was serious. She stood up setting her mug down on the counter top and quietly walked up to her room again. She gazed around her room and started putting things away by hand without using her power for fear of releasing them again. After she swept the broken pieces to one side she frowned as she looked at her window "Looks like I'm sleeping on the couch..." she muttered to herself Cyborg probably wouldn't be able to replace it till tomorrow. She pursed her lips for a moment before her curiousity got the better of her and she opened a portal in the floor of her room allowing her to stick her head from the ceiling in the room below. The placing of her room was lucky it was right above the strategy room. She smirked a bit to herself Robin wasn't the only good sleuth in the tower. She kept quiet as she watched and listened to see what they were saying.

Wally himself poured himself some tea and sat next to her. Henley the tea swirl in the cup as he thought back on the days events. "Yeah," He gave a half hearted laugh when saying that, "Some day." He turned his head to cut Raven off about earlier but the main door to the tower slid open. That was funny, he thought Dick locked that door down, so who was it. A dark luming figure walked in, the pointy ears on his cowl and the symbol on his chest made Wally fear the worst. Batman had come to the tower. Before anyone could say something Batman thought out loud, "Minimal fire walling, simple encryption key, password was easy to deduce... sloppy." Wally hopped off the counter and zoomed to Batman. "Hey there bats," He sounded nervous, "Wh-why are you here?" Batman found Wally's antics not amusing. "I'm here to see Dick, Wally. Where is he?" "Right here," Came a voice from the hall. Dick was walking out into the living room when Bruce hacked in. Bruce and Dick were still on bad terms sinc ethe duo broke up. Bruce briskly walked forward and handed Robin a number of folders marked 'Dossiers'. Dick didn't know why he handed them to him but he guessed it was important. Bruce motioned for Dick to follow him, Dick motioned for Wally to follow him. Wally looked to Raven, "We'll talk later ok?" He then followed Dick and Buce into the strategy room. The three entered and locked the door behind them. "What are you doing here Bruce?" Dick came right out and said it. Bruce sat down in a chair and placed more files on the conference table. "I'm here to talk about your team Dick."

She listened to Batman's rant about each and every one of them and after Star's file she almost tuned out but then he came to her file the first few things he said but then he mentioned reserve duty or sending her to Zatanna and Dr. Fate? No! He couldn't do that couldn't send her away from the team. She didn't need chaperones or prison guards she could manage on her own she had been doing it for years. Raven was about near close to throwing Batman against the wall and showing him just how emotionally compromised she could get. He had no right to say anything about anything about the team. It seemed what he was critisizing them the most about was their emotional unbalances but how could he justify that! He didn't know what they experienced when they fought all he saw was on the outside. Star was easily manipulated she knew and Beastboy was immature but that had nothing to do with how they fought, they were all pretty single minded when it came to fighting. There were pro's and con's to everyone and every hero... and how could he talk about her temper?? Man she hated the Justice League, League heroes were all the same and she couldn't stand any of them. Especially Zatanna she was the one who had told the Justice League not to help her in the first place she couldn't be watched over by her... She just couldn't take it anymore couldn't stand to listen. "No..." she whispered before phasing back into her room and standind up and walking downstairs again. She was silent and she sat on the floor in front of the window and looked out for a moment before taking up her meditation pose. "Azarath Metrion Zynthos....Azarath Metrion....Zynthos" she paused to wipe a tear from her eye they couldn't send her away. Could they?

The three Heros sat in silence as both Wally and Dick pondered what Batman had to say about the team, and what was withthe files? Was it to say, 'Good job, keep up the good work.' No that wasn't Batmans style, there was always something wrong, something to improve on. Finally Bruce broke the silence, "The team is broken Dick." That made them both go wide eyed, "Broken?!" Bruce stayed stoned faced, "Yes. The team shows too many weaknesses. Ones that can be critically exploited." Dick had a face of rejection, he knew this team, they worked well together. "Prove it." Wally said. Batman smirked as if he expected that. He plugged a USB into the main computer and brought up the files on the team. "Cyborg," Brice began, "While he does show signs of higher intelligence and superb engineering skills his psychological want to be more human, and his longing for things to return to normal, hinders his ability to function at top capacity. His robotic parts also limit his strength and speed." Robin sat up, "He proved he could go beyond the maximum against Atlas!" Bruce shook his head, "Yes but there will be a point where the parts cannot take the strain of going beyond its limits and he will fall apart." Bruce moved on to the next file, "Beast Boy, where to begin with him. His immaturity can lead him to making the wrong decisions in a tight situation. As well as his hang ups over his time with The Doom Patrol and his relationship with Terra would could cause him to become emotionally compromised at any given time." Wally and Robin had nothing to say to that, it was true. "Korriader, or as you all call her, Starfire. The emotional ties to her powers can be a hindrance if she becomes emotionally compromised as well. Her navet also allows her to be easily manipulated by any who can get to her soft spot. Her dedication to her people will prove difficult if she is forced to make a decision that would render them or their customs harm." Wally knew which file was next and he knew that Bats would have a field day with that. The file for Raven pulled up and they both looked at it. "Raven.... well I don't have much to say about her. She's cold, calculating, calm, and is impartial to the feelings if others around her, perfect for getting the job done. Though denial of her heritage and quick to anger mat cause her emotions to fall out of balance and become emotionally compromised. My suggestion is to restrict her to reserve duty or put her under the watch of Dr. Fate and Zatanna." That chased a bit of uproar within Wally.

Raven was busy trying subdue the rest of her emotions knowing an outburst caused by any rampant emotions would only prove Batman right and force Richard to send her away like his mentor had suggested. She hadn't felt this helpless since her first encounter with the Justice League when she had tried asking for their help. She had almost lost hope then Richard managed to bring her back that small bit of hope with a small smile and an offer. To do more good than the eventual destruction she would cause. "Neither should a ship rely on one small anchor, nor should life rest on a single hope." Intelligence told her and Raven nodded her head slowly her emotion was right she could really soully on Richard to defend her spot on the team especially against Batman. She lowered herself to the ground quickly and walked to the strategy room. She pressed her hand against the scanner and the door slid open with a soft swoosh. Wally and Richard were still arguing and Batman looked slightly bored an annoyed with their outburst. Raven took a step inside as Batman pulled up several files of other supers and explained each of their abilities obviously either not caring or not noticing Raven's presence until he finished his schpeel. "If you don't mind a certain half demon is trying to meditate and all the anger in here isnt helping much with the whole peace and quiet thing she said in a bored monotone.

Wally bad it with Bruce. He slammed his hands on the table and stood up, "No!" Batman only gave him a raised brow. Wally continued, "You can't shed her away and we won't put her on reserve duty. We need her out in the field with us!" Batman shook his head, "Then what about the prophecy hm? It will eventually come true and she will betray you all for her father. What's your contingency for that scenario?" Dick then stood up with him, "We're not as paranoid as you Bruce! We don't need contingency plans!" Batman scowled, "Then you leave me nonfinite Dick." He brought up more profiles that none of them recognized. "I'm balancing the equation." He brought up the first one, "Kyle Rayner, the newly named Green Lantern of sector 2814. He is returning form rookie training and Hal believes this is the best place for him to grow into the role as a lantern." The duo said nothing as Batman continued. The next file came up, "Conner Kent, AKA Superboy. A clone Lex Lunor made to oppose Superman. They fought and Superman was able to convince him to join us, so we're placing him here seeing that this would be where his powers would be fully utilized." The boys did not have time to protest as he carried on, "Diana Troy, Wonder Girl. Jaime Reyes, Blue Beetle. Megan Morse, Ms. Martian. Roy Harper, Red Arrow. These will all be new members to this team." Wally and Robin both scowled. Things were about to get tense around here.

"Your apprentice has obviously finally surpassed you then, Mr. Wayne" Raven said to him coldy staying calm and quiet until she felt his presence was gone. Then she gave an annoyed huff "Hmph always hated bats Damn rats with wings...." she muttered. She watched with wary eyes as Richard exited the room as she tried to gauge his response to his mentors surprise visit and Not-so-subtle suggestions. She gave a soft sigh and leaned against the wall after pulling her hood down at Wally's question she closed her eyes tight as if trying to avoid seeing something. "No... I'm not... If Bruce had shown up just ten minutes earlier I'd already be half way to Zatanna and Dr. Fate by now..." she said recalling her awful loss of control. "He's right you know... eventually everyone will die... and it will all be my fault" Her eyes opened the amethyst orbs looking wet and shiny from unshed tears. Her hand reached out to him then and she gently squeezed Wally's right hand. "Thank you though.. I know how difficult it'd had to be to stand up to of all people Batman... and for my sake too...." she gave him a small sad smile then as she let go and then looked down at the ground "Earlier... I know now you were being sincere but... you have to understand... I can't ever be with you the way you want... It just couldn't work... I'm dangerous to you... Wally I'm a damn walking liability... a ticking time bomb...No matter how much I do want it to happen I can't risk your well-being" she said in a straight voice before giving a soft sigh

Bruce noticed Rachel step inside the room, but he chose to ignore her for the time being. "These new teammates will be arriving within the week. You are to accommodate them however you can." He then brought all the folders he had put on the screen and brought them back into the USB. He unplugged it from the computer and tossed it to Dick. "I expect you to study them Dick. I want a report within a month from their arrival." Dicks eyes went wide, "But you said I wouldn't get League interference with this team?!" Batmans face showed nothing, "This doesn't involve The League. You are to report to me only." With that Batman took his leave, but not before stepping toward Raven. "I'm watching you Ms. Roth. While my apprentice does show confidence in you, I do not share the same sentiment." When Batman took his leave the room was silent for awhile. Wally was still dealing from the thought of having even more teammates around and Dick was fuming over how rude Bruce was being. Dick finally had it with the silence and went to his room to review the files more closely which left Wally and Raven alone. Wally slowly walked over to Raven. "You ok?"

After regaining her memories, Bayonetta was done with saving the world for now. Those petty little angels could try as hard as they wanted to destroy her. After crashing the over-sized diva of a creator into the sun. And being resurrected from death, she was just ready for a vacation. Bayonetta and Jeanne decided to slow down a bit and take a stop in Vigrid. It was a feeling of deja vu as the two witches walked through the uncrowded streets. Stopping at every store they possibly could at the sight of the high end fashions. Jeanne was in heaven the entire time. For once, Bayonetta felt at peace. Finally being able to know who she was, she was no longer a stranger in this world. Her and Jeanne would have to band together from now on, being the only ones of their kind left. But it also meant they would have to hide it as well. Sitting at a local cafe, she sat at a small outside table. Jeanne across from her with her mountain of shopping bags. Sitting back in the chair, she shifted, crossing one of her luscious legs over the other, crossing her arms over her chest as she simply stared at the pity of a sight. "Princess do you think you have enough room for all of these clothes?" She asked in that teasing like voice. Cocking an eyebrow as she adjusted her butterfly frames. As an Umbran witch in the modern world, she couldn't go around wearing just her hair all the time. As good as she looked in her jumpsuit, it did catch some 'undesired' attention. Though she was the last one who minded sticking out, she knew that she couldn't make a show of herself. At least not all the time. She preferred tight fitting clothing, showing off her legs and curves. And really enjoyed flaunting herself. The cat calls and wolf whistles were always a good show as she walked down the streets. Her hips swaying side to side as she walked in her confident strut. The jealous glares from other woman only entertained her more. Yes, being a regular person was too over rated. 500 years was a long time to go without a little fun. Her raven night hair was pulled back as it always was. Her red ribbons tying back her incredibly long hair. If there were two things he refused never to part with, it was her ribbons and her butterfly framed glasses. Her beloved pendent was locked away in the penthouse Jeanne and her were now occupying back in the city. Safe. Her teasing only resulted in a heated glare from Jeanne. Rolling her grey eyes she looked up at what the older city had to offer. A serene peace that she had to say was something she could get use to. "I'm just saying dear a closet can only hold so many...costumes." She scoffed, motioning to the bag of feather boas. Jeanne had her own sense of flamboyant style all her own. As her Umbran sister scowled at her, that scowl turning into the pair chuckling about their joking manner, there was a shift. Both of their eyes slitted as they whipped their heads in one certain direction. Being affinity to inferno. The two could tell when there was a presence of hell upon them. Especially those unfamiliar to them. Standing, she held her hand up for Jeanne to let her handle this. "Don't want two of us out causing a scene. Watch my bags Jeanne." She stated. Walking forward in a strut with a sly smirk on her face. Pointing her finger straight out in front of her, she drew a faint glowing purple circle. The sign of her clan floating there as she walked through it. All the Vigridians turning into shadows in a flash. Purgatorio. A place where she could truly be herself. Looking ahead she spotted him. Her lips curling even more so as her eyes glimmered mischievously. "Hmm. It seems those bloody angels aren't the only things out to get me." She purred. Placing her hands on her hips as she met the eyes of her mysterious follower.

In a dark room a lone man sat surrounded by a large circle of candles almost down to there wick by now. His breathing was steady and an O-katana lay across his lap. He opened his eyes as he heard the sound of the door opening and light filled the room. His head turned sharply as a lithe small man shuffled in the room and handed him a card. He snatched it from the man and sharply sent him away with poisoned words. He read the card and his eyes narrowed, "So she's in Vigrid." The card read out the location of a powerful witch, one who is said to have defeated the last Lumen Sage. A powerful opponent to defeat to continue his quest for power. He stood up from his circle, slicked his silver hair back and grabbed his blue coat and slid it over his fit body. He tied the katana around his waist and went on his way to the destination the card specified. When Vergil entered Vigrid he saw that it was almost a carbon copy of Fortuna, the last city he had stayed in. As he walked through the streets he saw that everyone around here was just the same. There were the ones wearing the ornately designed, crazily colored, high class citizens strutting about like pompus peacocks. The middle class average joes with plain, drab, clothes with some wear and tear on them. Then there was the lower class that was wearing the equivalent of rags, torn to shreds and caked in dirt and grime, it was tough to see. Vergil could also tell that he was sticking out like a sore thumb with his blue overcoat and black shirt. He had his Katana tied to his waist so it was obvious for people to see to not bother him. He strolled along the streets to gain his bearings around the city and to also find the place where this witch was rumored to roam about.

Licking her lips, she could tell this was going to be a rather fun game. As he joined her in Purgatorio she acknowledged him. Chiseled features, cat like eyes, and the most silver locks of hair he had ever seen. He was quite exotic, and she could sense the demon blood pumping through his veins. Hearing him address her by her 'name' she simply raised an eyebrow. Pursing her lips as she made a 'tsk' sound playfully. Flipping her hair, she approached him from across the plaza. "I guess what I told that bastard Temperantia was correct. I am a fucking celebrity it seems." She posed saucily with a wink. A look of confidence never faltering from her face. "Now darling I don't know what rumors you heard, but I'm just going to let you know..." Her eyes narrowed as he drew his kantana. "They are all true." Her lips curled into a wicked little grin as she held out her hand to the side. Shuraba appearing from thin air as her body began to glow a faint purple. It was quite amusing, he called her Bayonetta, even though she was considered that, her real name was now clear. "Let's get one thing straight, I would appreciate it if you called me by my real name. Unless, you are going to go through with this little fantasy of ending my life." He was powerful, she could feel it. But it was always fun to taunt her foes. And this one was especially cute. Getting into battle stance, she beckoned him with her pointer finger seductively. "I've been looking for some action all day. Bring it." And with that their battle started. Making the first move she began to head on run at him. Blade at ready against his as they first collided. He was strong, she had to work harder to keep herself from getting pushed away. One thing she liked to do was play with her 'food' just a bit. As her body pushed against her sword, she jumped, Madama Butterfly's wings appearing on her body when she felt him slash her clothes. Smirking, she let them fall off of her, her hair acting quickly and moving to cover her entire curvacious body in her wicked weave. She landed on the ground in her entire black jumpsuit. Two Scarborough Fairs on her feet. Flipping her gorgeous black locks she shook her head. Wondering when the real action would begin. She was hoping for a surprise as well.

Vigrid was nothing different then what he was used to. Rich getting richer, poor getting poorer, standard human issues. He was not used to things such as these. Being a half-demon he was raised in seclusion, away from print and judgemental eyes. Thinking of his heritage brought back painful memories, ones of his brother and mother. His mother had fallen in love with a demon, ironically she was a nun at a church. He couldn't remember what the real story was, but from the fragments he could remember it was that they met on a stormy night when his father saught shelter. He stayed for a few weeks and over that time he slowly wooed her and she left the church for him and they started a family together his brother, Anthony, came first. His mother was surprised to see that her eldest son had snow white hair, much like their father. 5 years later they would be greeted by another son, him, with another head of white hair. His parents also recognized that the boys had heightned abilities and could see things that no one but their father could. Vergil grew up happy with his family, they were close and thigs were great. Until one day when he was 8, his father didn't come back from work. They didn't worry since they just thought he was working overnight. Then he would be subjected to the sight of watching his mother get cut down by an invisible force. His eyes would change and saw what did it, demons. His mother then begged for Vergil to hide in his room and not come out until she came and got him. He did... but his mother would never come. He would wait and then come out to find a bloodied room, his mother and brother gone. He didn't know what to do, but something in the back of his brain, his father was at fault! He was not there to protect them and because of that he lost his whole world!! On that day he swore vengeance, a vendetta! And has honed his skills and powers ever since. Now he was here to take the power from the witch and to find his father and kill him to exact his vengeance. He held back the tears he would shed for the thought of what happened to his family, now was not the time to show weakness. He continued walking in the city until happening upon a caf that seemed quaint. He was starting to feel a pang of hunger. He was ready to sit down and eat until he saw a woman, beautiful young woman who possessed a slender yet rather curvaceous and tall figure with black hair wrapped into a beehive-like hairdo and gray eyes; also, she had a mole located at bottom of her left cheek close to her lips. She was beautiful, but something happened that caught his eyes. She traced a circle in the air and then vanished into thin air. "Ah, I've found you." He closed his eyes and focused his energy until he felt the energy flow to his eyes. He opened them to reveal black eyes with only small, cat like, slits of blue in the middle of them. He could now see into the realms that normal humans could not see, and there she was. He snapped his fingers and his form moved into purgatorio to meet her. "So you are the witch of rumors. The mysterious Bayonetta." He then drew his Katana, "Prepare for your end."

Watching as he took his turn, she had made a mistake. Not thinking that demon's had their own weapon's of choice. Demonic weapon's made many different powers, depending on how they were smithed, and who wielded them. The angry souls trapped within gave it power, along with the wielder. Watching him closely, she cocked her head to the side, what he was doing was a bit peculiar. He didn't even hit her. Turning to see his confident little smirk, it was then she sensed it. It was already to late. The first dimensional blade cut at her shoulder. Making her falter, but quick on her feet as always, she dodged the rest. Aiming her feet at her opponent, her own dimensional bullets flying at him. When she landed, she had to admit, she had been over confident herself. He wasn't here to play games. Her shoulder stung, but the bloody gash was soon covered by hair, it was still there, but it would render it from bleeding anymore. Her eyes shot daggers at him. No time to joke anymore, she needed to be wary of him. He was different. Angels were one thing, but demons played dirty, and they also played rough. Switching her weapons, her Lt. Col. Kilgore's appeared. She acted quick, though the pain in her shoulder was throbbing, she ignored it. Shooting missile after missile. Keeping him busy as they came at him in all directions. It was then she began to run at him, her body changing as she became suddenly faster. A burst of speed as she appeared in her panther form. Racing nearly as fast as the bullets. He had a choice. It was nearly impossible to avoid all of those missiles and herself at the same time. He would either be hit by the missiles dodging her, or hurt by her. Approaching him fast with the missiles she leaped. Baring her feline teeth and sharp panther claws as she slashed at his chest. Preparing to dodge the missiles and him if needed.

Vergil waited for her to look at her end, which it did take her some time but she eventually did acknowledge that he was there with her and not just some random stranger staring at her from the human plain. She seemed to take a playful attitude towards her death, that would soon to change when she would first taste the steel of his sword. She tainted him further by declaring herself a celebrity in a vulgar way. He did not appreciate the need for using curse words when speaking to him. It only showed that she had a lack of a vocabulary. Especially when she was speaking to a cardinal virtue, "So you did take down all of the virtues, Impressive. But you will soon find that I am much of a... different caliber." She was still being so playful with all of this, something that was not mentioned in the rumors that have been spreading. He smirked when she stated that the rumors were all true, "Good, then I won't be disappointed." She would still not take any of this serious as she flaunted herself when she made her own Katana appeared from thin air. So it was going to be a duel, his favorite. Though her blade paled in comparisson to the might of his own, Muramasa. The legends have it that his father appeared before the great sword maker and asked him to forge the mgbty blade. His father supplied him the materials he needed, all that was needed was his skill and a piece of his fathers soul to give the sword special properties. The swordmaker would complete the task but going mad shortly afterwards. The power made to forge the sword drove him to it. Now the sword was nearly indestructible and could cut through almost anything as well as granting Vergil special powers that he had learned to fully utilize. As Bayonetta gained a purple glow from her sword Vergil gained a red glow, mostly emanating from his sword, the call for blood. She initiated combat when she went into a balanced stance and beckoned for it to begin. Vergil waited patiently for her to make the first move and she did. She ran at him and he stayed relaxed until he saw the movement of her blade. He flicked his wrist and the two blades clashed. It was only for a moment as she would take a leap over him and even flutter in the air for a moment as butterfly wings sprouted. He took this moment to use one of Muramasas abilities and made a quick cut in the air, but not directly at her as only the steel of the blade flashed. A moment later a small sphere of cuts would appear around her and slice her clothes to bits. Yes, one of the abilities was to be able to cut through the dimensions and have it appear around his opponent. When she landed she showed no signs of bleeding or any wounds, only that she was now covered in a latex catsuit. "Kinky," he muttered. She flicked her hair around before looking bored. "My turn!" He ran toward her, his blade flashing silver and red as he slashed. Though it did look peculiar it did serve a purpose. When he was without striking distance he slid past her and stood there with a confident smirk on his lips. In a matter of seconds rows of the dimensional slashes followed the path he ran, all the way to her. It's an attack he dubbed, Judgement Cut.

She licked her bloodied claws with her cat like tongue before turning back. The coppery taste making her own blood boil in anger. It wasn't every day someone nearly bested her. And she wasn't about to let it escalate. Smirking, she drew her kantana again. The purple flaring as bright as his own red. "Cat got your tongue sweetheart?" She crooned licking her lips again before acting. Coming at him as their blades collided. The sound of crashing metal loud in both their ears. She got pushed back by his strength, staggered for a moment as his sudden 'Thunderbolt Cut' flew towards her. Dodging as quickly as she could, she back flipped through the air. Only to be cut as the blade swiped at her face. The sting shot through her as she felt the warm blood dripping from just beside her eye. It seemed she was losing her touch. Wincing quietly, she spun herself through the air. Coming down with a powerful kick. A large black and purple stiletto heel appearing from under her. Madame Butterfly's powerful heel knocking his body across the plaza. Even if he was knocked pretty hard, she could feel he wasn't done. Roughed up, but far from done. And though she also had to admit, this was the most of a challenge she has had since Jeanne. Breathing roughly from her wicked weave summoning, she prepared herself for him to bounce back. "You can't be down and out yet can you? I thought men didn't like to be beaten by girls?" If she used any of her other infernal demons he would be gravely injured. Gommorah loved a good snack after all. No she would have to stay with Madame Butterfly. Something about the fire in his eyes. She liked it. As he began to get up, she prepared herself. The pain in her shoulder and her face nagging at her. Jeanne could surely see what was going on, but knew not to get in Bayonetta's way. Almost magically she appeared over him. Straddling his waist as he laid on the plaza ground. Looking down at him, her gray eyes full of playfulness and a hint of seductiveness, she brushed her pointer finger under his chin. "Gentlemen aren't suppose to harm a woman you know don't you? Hmm.. Maybe I can make an exception because your cute." She teased. Flipping one of her guns in her hands before pointing it at his forehead. Knowing that he would make a move before she could actually shoot him. If they kept at it the whole city would be rubble.

Vergil stood still, confident as ever as he waited for the magic to happen. He chuckled as it happened, the first cut got her on the shoulder drawing a large gash across her shoulder that drew blood. The cut was soon covered by leather again, "Hmm an interesting healing factor." He wondered if that would transfer over once she was dead. After that one cut she slipped away from the rest and fired the guns at her feet at him. He quickly spun the blade in his hand and twirled it around like a windmill to catch the bullets, a new technique he had been working on. Though he figured it still need work since one slipped through and pegged him in his shoulder, his eyes winced as a clear indicator that it was painful. The rest were either blocked or ricocheted away and grazing his cheek. The technique deffinetly still needed work. He grew angry and the blade reacted to it, his blade glowing red and his bullet wound slowly began to heal. He felt his pulse increase and a spark or two flew off of him, "No no Vergil. Stay calm, can't let it out now." He took a deep breath and calmed down. His eyes met hers and they both stared at each other, her daggers digging in to him and his own going back at her. She switched her weapon load out and the small guns on her feet turned to bazookas, he detested guns. No honor, no skill, just w bunch of dirty tricks. Though his brother did have an affinity for them. She fired and fired missiles at him, easily avoidable, but then she landed and broke off in a run at him. She gained speed fast until she finally turned in to a panther and broke into a speed that matched the missiles. So it was either the missiles or get mauled by a panther, he would take the panther. He leapt up to meet her and both her claws and teeth dug into his flesh as they both dodged the missiles. He wrestled with her until he was able to grab the scruff of her neck and bat her aside with his Katana. He quickly looked over his bloodied chest and torn shirt. He gripped at it and assessed that they were scratches and nothing too deep. He was done paying around. He summoned his power to his fingers and slid it across his blade. He flung the blade out and slashed, the energy he summoned flying outward. "Thunderbolt Cut," he murmured watching as the enthusiasm flew toward her.

Acting quickly, she was off him in a flash. Getting hit pretty hard by his punch. Though it knocked the wind out of her, she kept her persona. Her smile faltered for just a moment as she suddenly appeared behind him. Her lips curled into a sly smirk as they brushed against his ear. "Just how I like it." she flirted. Swinging her Shuraba to slash at his back. When he reacted they simply began to dual once more. Swords colliding. Once, twice, a third time. The sound of metal loud in their ears. Though it was a tough fight, she kept her composure. It was rare for her to panic, or lose an ounce of her poise. Shifting her weight against her blade, she got a better look at his face. It was fierce, concentrated. A fire in his eyes. He had a purpose to find her, and one way or another she was going to learn what it was. She had no intention of using Witch Time against him either. As she pushed on harder, her purple glow flared and sparked. Using most of her strength she pushed him back, dodging and spinning, the sound of her blade cutting the air echoed loudly to their ears. The two just kept going at it. Never losing their drive, the colors of red and purple burning nearly as bright as the sun. In the back of her mind though, Cereza knew that they couldn't do this forever. Not without one or both of them getting seriously hurt or wounded. They were getting nowhere though. Not coming close to even hitting or stabbing the other. Their power was nearly equal. As was their fire and adrenaline. Her knuckles white as it gripped her soul filled weapon. As their kantanas came together in battle, multiple sparks of purple and red flew from the metal. The two at the same time didn't stop moving. Never staying in the same spot as they continued to dodge the others attempt's to haze them without putting down their weapons. "I must admit, you sure know how to keep a girl on her toes." She breathed as the fight raged on. "Hope you aren't getting tired." She teased, that mischievous spark in her eye. Along with complete concentration. "You know I can't keep playing games forever either." Sighing she ran forward, her kantana making it's mark against his own as they continued to strain their strength against the other.

Their blades clashed again and again, no one giving the other wiggle room, not even a centimeter. She was surprisingly skilled for a witch, relying on magic to do her work, making pacts with demons to grant her their aid and power. He did quite the opposite, he took the power, he earned it through heated battle and downright outsmarting them. He sent another Thunderbolt Cut at her, this one grazing her cheek while she was doing her fancy little flips and other little gymnastic moves. Though it turned out that those little gymnastic tricks would do her good as a giant heel came from thin air and slammed him to the floor. What the hell was that? Either way he still just got his ass stomped on and the foot added insult by kicking him across the plaza. It ended with another hard stomp that kept him on the floor for a moment as he reagthered himself. "Time to switch things up." He listened to her teasing as she gave the basic taunt about girls beating up guys, blah blah blah. Before he could get up sue was straddling herself on top of him, her fingers under his chin lifting it so she could get a better look at his face. She even went as far as to try and call him a gentlemen... and even cute. That made him feel... strange, a small warm feeling at the pit of his stomach. He had never been called cute before, well not by anyone other than his mother, but this time it felt different. He saw the gun and he reacted. He summoned a devil arm, this one in the form of wolf like gauntlets and greaves, Beowulf, named after the demon be took them from. The gauntlets surrounded his hand with a wolf like head and he lashed out with his arm and the wolf maw gripped them away from his face. "As you can see, I'm not very gentle." With that he flung the other arm out with a hard punch to the gut.

Though it was fun fighting someone equal in power, she was getting a bit tired of this battle rambling on and on. It was time to end this. Summoning up her own Umbra Witch power, she concentrated. Feeling the power flow into her Shuraba as it clashed with his own weapon. Finally she swung, thinking it would come out in a victory for her. At least she had assumed. As the two sharp weapons met in the middle. There was a large release of pent up power. Both of them hadn't expected what had happened next. Both kantanas flew from their grip. Sliding against the pavement. It was a tie. The look on her face was a mixture of shock and amusement. Breathing a bit heavily she looked to him. Seeing the near same look on his own features. Standing, placing on hand on the curve of her hip she felt her lips curl into a small smile. Seeing the look of somewhat disappointment on him. His stares didn't phase her. She had worse glares then that anyway, much worse. Her eyes scanned up and down his body before she beckoned her worn out weapon back into her hand. Letting it disappear, she would have Rodin fix it for her when they got back. Give him a challenge and have him put some more oomph into it. With a sassy flip of her noir hair, she turned around. Once more, her curvacious hips swaying from side to side as she drew the purple circle. "Hmm, well that was fun. Do get that kitty scratch looked at now." She waved in a flirtatious manner as she always did. And joined Jeanne back on the human plain. Jeanne sat there with her eyebrows up in surprise. A smirk appearing as her Umbran sister joined her. Cereza's shoulder throbbed a bit. Causing her to wince just a bit. Jeanne giving her a worried look. "Honey please it's just a scratch. Most of our kind had to burn at the stake, I'll live." She assured confidently. Glancing back at the mysterious follower, she had a very very large gut feeling she wouldn't be getting rid of him so easy. "Jeanne, I think it's time to catch a plane back to that dump of a city we call home." She said picking up her shopping bags. Her eyes meeting his and taunting him to follow. As she began to walk with Jeanne to their hotel, her friend kept looking behind. Wondering what that entire thing was about. When she asked Cereza simply shrugged. "The men can't seem to get enough of me I presume." Jeanne snickered at this as they continued down the street. In a few hours they would be on their way home. Walking into the hotel's lobby all eyes suddenly were on her and her jumpsuit. The woman looked horrified and the men tried to keep themselves from looking. It didn't work out all that well. "Oh you Vigridians need to loosen up a damn bit." She stated as the two walked into the elevator. As they entered their room. Cereza walked to the doorway of the bathroom. "If you see any sign of my little demon friend, please let him know I'm taking a shower." She said as she got a clean towel and some new clothes. "Also tell him there's room for one more." She chuckled. Closing the door and bidding her hair to rid of her clothes. Her hair sliding off her body revealing her naked form. The air stung at her wound. She would have to wash it well. "Nothing but a scratch." she told herself as she turned on the hot water. Stepping in and humming her favorite song quietly. The hot water relaxed her, cleaning out her cuts as she washed them with soap. As she stood under the water she kept thinking back to the battle. How come she hadn't known of him until now. If someone that powerful, a demon no less, was after her, she would have heart. "How curious.." She trailed off. She had to admit, he was a cutie. Even more so then Cheshire.

As soone as she hopped off of him Vergil got himself off of the ground quickly. He readied for the fighting to resume. He rid himself of Beowulf and returned to Masamune. When he was ready for a head on attack she did the opposite and came from behind him, her lips trailing on his ear as she spoke into them flirtatiously. He whirled around and his blade met hers whith a loud clang. Another duel was initiated. None of them gave the other an inch, the blades clashed over and over again the sound of the gnashing steel was loud, they were both lucky that no human could hear or see this otherwise they would be in big trouble by now and would have to continue later, something Vergil did not want to happen. The battle just dragged on, Vergil keeping to his position while Bayonetta kept prancing around while taunting him. "Time to end this!" He grew tired of these games so now it was time to end it. He summoned all of his power to his sword, the blade now completely red and he readied for a large swing. Bayonetta did the same and they both swun thinking they had outsmarted the other and was about to win. Unfortunately neither of them would be right as the blades clauses again, a thunderous boom was what greeted their ears and the blades flew out of their hands, clattering across the pavement. It was a draw. Vergil was breathing raggedly now as that last attack had tired him. "So... The legends do no lie. We are now at an impasse." Vergil stood calmly as he stared her down. He would not leave.

As she stepped out of the shower. Water dripping onto the towel. She grabbed the towel to the side. As she dried her noir locks, she sensed a familiar presence. It seemed he had followed her after all. Chuckling to herself as she slid into a simple white blouse and a pencil skirt. Ever since she had begun dressing in the clothing of today's modern world she has missed her jumpsuit more and more. Some days she would just flaunt around in it. And of course she didn't have to worry about it when going to 'The Gates of Hell' Speaking of which she desperately needed a drink when they got back. Cereza knew Jeanne wouldn't mind. After introducing the two, she didn't know whether it was a good thing or bad thing. Jeanne was a giant flirt, not to mention a giant tease. As was she, but not with Rodin. The two tried to act as if there was no attraction, but Cereza wasn't naive. Thinking about it she was maybe even a bit jealous. Not because it was Rodin oh no no. 500 years of sleep, and a long while not knowing who you are. You get to realize how lonely you are. Catching herself going soft on such things she gave herself a critical glare in the mirror. "Look at yourself. Are you becoming soft?" She asked herself shaking her head. The only time she had truly gone soft was when 'Little one' was around. Though that little one was her self from the past. To think something so little could change her. Once again she shook her head. There was no reason to be soft about anything. "There is no reason to get hurt again." She said under her breath. Thinking back to that day. The Witch Hunts. It was that day she promised herself. Reaching up, she panicked for a moment, realizing that her prized possession was at safe, locked away. Calming down, she reached for the door handle. Walking back into the room, she saw Jeanne on the bed. Looking at all the fashion magazine. Cereza rolled her eyes, Jeanne fell in love with the modern world in no time. Especially all of those crazy fashion trends. "Jeanne did you book the flight?" Not looking up from her magazine, her platinum haired friend simply nodded. It was then she saw him from the corner of her eye. He seemed to be trying to undo the damage she did to his little toy. "I'm sorry, but I don't give autographs." She stated simply crossing her arms. A bit bitter with him for what he did to her shoulder. And her face. Though her face barely mattered. It would heal quickly. "I hope this following me isn't going to be a habit. I have Cheshire for that." Sitting on the bed she began to go through her stuff. Folding it and placing it in her glamorous suitcase. Her gray eyes glanced up at him every few moments. The most grimmest look on his face as he watched her. It was quite amusing. "If you would like to kill me, I wouldn't recommend it. security here is stricter then hell." Seeing as he was here, it would be a chance to get to the bottom of things. Moving she sat at the end of the bed nearest to where he was sitting. Making it a show a she crossed one leg over the other. Getting her lipstick out and a mirror and slowly putting it on before speaking. "So does the lost silver puppy have a name?" She asked playfully.

Vergil watched her closely as she herself did not move. She held no signs of wavering, exhuastion, or even breaking a sweat from the fight. All she did was pant for a little bit before returning to her playful manor that she had throughout the entire time he had met her. He moved to go grab Muramasa, all she had to do was beckon her weapon to her and it obeyed. She was lucky. When he reached his weapon he bent over and picked it up. He examined the weapon and saw a few knicks in the edge from clashing with her so many times, "Damn," he muttered, "It will take hours to get those out." Luckily he brought his wetstone with him or he would have to find a weaponsmith to get them out. After examining it he slid it back into its sheath and tightened the strap on his waist. When he turned back to her he saw her waving goodbye to him while adding the fact to get his wounds checked. "Be warned witch, I'm not done with you yet." She drew the circle and left this plain. He put his hand to his face and finally let his tired showed. He realized a few strands of hair out of place, he easily fixed them by slicking his hair back. He decided to follow her and make sure she didn't die before he could get her first, but he would stay in this plain and not let her see him. He followed her and her friend back to a small hotel. Her friend was interesting to say the least, she liked to shop a lot, especially for feather beuaxs. He followed them back to their room and then stepped back into the human realm. He knocked on their door and when she opened the door he stepped through without any introduction. "Don't mind me, I'm not here to cause any trouble." He sat in a chair by the corner and took out Muramasa from its sheath and his whetstone from his coat pocket. He put the blade in his lap edge up and ran the whetstone over the blade, grinding out the knicks in the blade while he waited for Bayonetta.

Vergil remained in the small chair the entire time he was there. He slid the stone along the blade, a scrapping steel sound ringing throughout the room while he did so. He looked up a few times to glance at her friend. She seemed to be much more stoic than her, much like Vergil. She was tall and lithe and had a very strange sense of fashion. He could tell just by looking at the clothes she had on (awfully gaudy colors and some of the strangest patterns he had ever seen) and by the magazine in her hands, the same sense of color and patterns. She seemed to be adjusted to modern life, cell phone, fashions, and other things. Bayonetta seemed to have a strong sense of nostalgia due to her lack of... well everything. Thinking about how witches fit in to society it made him think of about how he had adjusted himself. He was raised in an old fashioned home, a small TV with the standard channel set, a chord phone, and not much else. He didn't like all that really, he prefered his fathers large library of books on a lot of different subjects. There were ones about sience, the occult, classic books, philosophy, etc. Finally she stepped out of the room in some modern clothing out in an old style fashion, it looked much like the style of clothing his mother would wear. He scoffed at her comment about autographs. "Don't flatter yourself witch, I'm only here to make sure you don't get killed before I get the chance to do it myself." He returned to running the stone across the blade until he finally got all of the Knicks out of the blade. He ran his finger along it and immediately he got a cut on his finger, perfect. His healing factor took over and healed the skin that was cut, a slight itching feeling overcame him as it did. He looked up when she commented on something called Cheshire, "You have a djsappearing cat that follows you? Fascinating." He thought that Lewis Carol was only on opiates when he wrote the book. Disregarding that fact he took to heart her statement about killing her here and now. "That would bring dishonor upon me. You are unarmed and unprepared, killing you now would not be right. Besides I must train harder to surpass you so that the next time... the fight will be much quicker and the odds would be greatly in my favor." He sheathed the katana and untied it from his waist and leaned it against the wall. He removed his coat to reveal the black armored shirt he wore underneath the large blue trench coat. It wasnt plate armor, no to obvious, it was a composite leather that was bullet resistant, but blades could still penetrate it if it was stabbed through hard enough. The shirt was sleeveless and it showed off his muscular arms gained through hours of training. She asked for a name and he pondered it for a moment. "I have been given many names by my enemies, but the one my father gave me is Vergil." He slicked his hair back again to make sure it kept in order. "Satisfied?"

"B-but puddin' cup..." Her lower lip quivered. Sure, Joker was an ass, but this? She didn't think it would go to this. Certainly he would want to helpher instead of just bolting. after all they had been through, after all she put up with, a little loyalty wasn't too much to ask for was it? Well, apparently it was. Considering the latest bimbo clinging to his arm. Harley wasn't particularly surprised, it wasn't as if the Joker really did much other than sleep around, go on killing sprees, and otherwise indulged his madness. Still it hurt. And it was scary. It wasn't as if she could just walk back into Arkham and go about her supposed life without him. He was the prince, she was the princess right? Forever and only his, the Harlequin from Commedia dell'Arte. "Don't take it to offense my dear, put on a happy face. It's just you have your problems, and I have mine. And I find it ever so pointless to have the same sickening routine over and over. Certainly you know that more than ever!" "B-b-but!" "My dear little Harley...my happy face gal. You know I can't stay here it just isn't good to my health, now that you are all full of he, and even less of a she. Come now, you know I don't like sad faces. Cheer up, before I make you cheer up." She wanted him to. She really did. That ungrateful bastard, she wanted him to beat her down at least one more time, to fuck her inside out and make her whole. If only for the relief that he would stay with her one more night. However he moved to the fire escape and all she should do was hold on for dear life against the wall. "Aww Quinny, Pointless, little useless Quinny. If you won't smile for me, I'll do it myself." *** Sweat was the absolute worst. Well, except maybe the cool of the room when she threw off the blanket. But who was she really kidding, it was the wobbly heat between her legs that was most annoying. Of all the things she had gotten used to, there was still a few kinks she was working out as far as her...appendage went. See, Ivy may have some good ideas, but often those ideas aren't as tested as they should be. Which, strength, agility, and heighten reflexes aside, certain chemicals should be tested before the use on humans. In case they happen to become...a bit manly. Literally. She wasn't displeased with her body, per se. Rather she found the bulging member between her legs to be a kind of a annoying curiosity. Something she was still discovering in terms of its potential uses for her work. She still had what her mother gave her, and most likely the organs that came with it, but it was her newly grown cock that took the front of her new masturbatory urges. "Standing" a good nine and a half inches tall, fully erect that is, it was one of the few things that helped pull her out of her depression after that maniac left her. Maniac? Oh, more like coward, piece of shit, dirt bag, jackass. The real maniac was what he left behind. Little Harley Quinn, little pet bitch to that jackass? Not so much anymore. In fact now that the Clown Prince of Crime was out of the way, it was time for the Queen of Havoc to stake a claim in the burning pile of feces that was and forever will be Gotham. In the few months since he left she had already made a substantial impact by herself. Not that there was much to be heard of as far as villains or heroes. Who was she kidding? Everyone was some shade of villain really, and as far as the bat went--by far the worst in terms of "hero villains"--was too mysteriously absent in the city. She didn't really care, after all since his lover the joker left, certainly batsy would go. She had to remember that. That would make a nice addition to her site. She pulled on her clothes and wondered about the nights work. There was much to do. People to kill, killers to recruit, stuff to steal, and stuff to give. She would not burn the city down like Joker tried oh so many times. What is the point of reigning over nothing after all? No, instead her city deserved something more. It deserved the unexpected. It deserved piles of burning bibles, and money raining down on the common folk. It deserved all of the guns to be taken from the police and given to any and all persons old enough to point and shoot. And thus began the terror that was Harley Quinn, the Queen of Havoc, Goddess of Anarchism. Her costume changed as well. What was once a parody of power, picked out and loved by the joker, for it was the female version of him--became something more suiting of a disillusioned woman. Black skin tight leather replaced spandex. She created a new hat whose simple black matched her leotard, and the dangling puffs transformed into something that looked more like rubies one would find on a crown....or blood one would find on a sword. She wore flat red boots, and red gloves that went up to her elbow. Her mask stayed the same, other than now she took the time to delicately paint a small red heart on her left cheek. She smiled into her reflection. Not one of those cheeky grins she gave the joker, but an honest one that whispered stories of crime, insanity, and perhaps most of all, sex. Little chaste Harley was gone now. And she was using every opportunity to prove it. She exited out of the abandoned complex leaving the small storage room she was staying in without a care. If anyone was stupid, or bold, enough to mess with her new found home--she would deal with them accordingly. She was the reigning law around here, and everyone who had earned a name new it.

Life was an unending misery for the desk jockey named Vincent Wells. If pushing paper ever got boring, and it did constantly, he has his womanizing, mysogynistic bastard of a boss to keep him company. Lukas constantly called on him to clean up his messes, be it a puddle of cum on the conference table or a rightfully angry woman who wanted her due. If that wasn't enough, his hideously "conservative" supervisor constantly berated his work ethic. It was always: "america wasn't won by lazy shits like you." Or: "just like you demo-can'ts! You just want to cash that wellfare check don't you!" It was like he didn't even notice the wanton sex going on in the offce next to him. But that was only one of the many circles of hell around Vincent's neck. His all too small apartment was the source of the most anguish. Back in college, when life seemed like an adventure that he had ahead of him, vincent got lucky and caught the eye of a cheerleader. In fact, the head cheerleader, the one every man, student and teacher alike, lusted after. She stuck with him for his last year college, through late nights and failing grades. He was too blinded by the romance of it all to notice that he was the main support in the relationship. He didn't notice her unkind words or the little lies she told him. He was with a cheerleader! He was a year out of college when he started noticing used condoms stuck to the toilet bowl. They certainly weren't his. It took him a few months to put the pieces together, but he eventually figured out that his 'best friend' was banging her behind his back. Of course, his big tip off was an over heard phone conversation with one of Chelsie's bobble headed friends... "I mean, yeah his dick is pretty big...no...why would I?...I think I was his first, I'm not sure...I know he's pathetic...look, he worships the ground I walk on-- that's good enough for me...of course I am...troy, 'the best bud'...sounds like a man but--his cock is pretty small compared,he isn't afraid to use his tongue though..."she burst out laughing."unlike some people..." vincent was mortified. He couldn't believe she was so shallow and uncaring. Yet there it was in her own words. He stayed with her in spite of what he heard that night. His fear of being alone paralysed him completely. Maybe if he tried harder, it wouldn't be so bad. The thing is, a man can only take so much before he breaks and he was teetering on the edge. It only took twenty-four years, but he finally grew a pair of heavy ones. He was tired of feeling like a shitstain, tired of being plan B. He wasn't going be the whipping boy anymore.Monday fell on a new man. The first thing vincent did was report his boss for sexual harassment and for creating a hostile work environment. It was a small, simple gesture, but he was only getting started. His next target was his facist supervisor, and he wasn't getting off with a simple visit from hr. The thing about Herman was that he loved his vintage mustang, he called it 'the only real american car'. Vincent had always thought it a little bland, painted bone white as it was. To thank Herman for his inspiring words, he decided to spray some nice "gay" purple paint on and cram the tail pipe with a big fat black dildo. There was nothing left at his life crushing job so he quit. Simple and easy. His last act of vengance would prove to be his rebirth, but not quite the way he planed. Because of the grevious betrayal his 'best friend' commited, it was only fair that he should get to say his piece. Unfortunately, his mouth wasn't up to talking, so his fists picked up the slack. The cops had to taze him into submission before they could even get close. Three months later, vincent found himself serving a five year sentence for assault. Prison was strangely liberating for him. He didn't have to take anyones crap as long as he could back up his talk. Vincent truly and deeply enjoyed backing his talk up. By the second year of his imprisonment vincent had become well respected by the convict population. The third made him the boss. His fourth, well. No one stepped left on the fouth year. Even the prison guards begged to be his bitches. Prison made vincent into the man he had always wished he was. On the outside the world seemed so different. He could see what was so fresh and pure in the world, its potential. He had to make sure it met that potential. He had seen the dregs and the refuse of society and fucked them all. He knew how to keep them in their place. Vincent was full of strength and desire, he had keep this world pure and right. Gotham would be the starting point, the world would see what a real man could make of this rotten place.

Cain street had lots of fun memories. Like that time when Joker cause a ten car pile up, and she had to clean up the mess. So much fun. No, the real reason she came around here was because she needed to liberate some people who deserved it. See, the whorehouse here was still partially under Joker's wing. His sadism was ever so catching to the little fanboys that crept up in his wake were well...annoying to say the least. Harley did try to avoid killing when she could, however she was beginning to have quite the reputation building with the amount of uncreative-punk ass blood on her hands. Cain street had lots of fun memories. Like that time when Joker cause a ten car pile up, and she had to clean up the mess. So much fun. No, the real reason she came around here was because she needed to liberate some people who deserved it. See, the whorehouse here was still partially under Joker's wing. His sadism was ever so catching to the little fanboys that crept up in his wake and were well...annoying to say the least. Harley did try to avoid killing when she could, however she was beginning to have quite the reputation building with the amount of uncreative-punk ass blood on her hands. No matter. Hopefully there wouldn't be any here. She was wearing new boots and didn't want to get blood on them. She walked cautiously to the red brick building looking it over. It was once an old pottery shop, if memory served correctly. It wasn't much to look at. Two tiny floors on a little corner road, surrounded by the dirtiest pieces of shit Gotham had to offer. It wasn't as if shehatedthe ghetto, or the people who struggled within it. She hated the people who let them stay in it. Bruce Wane and his philanthropy bullshit didn't help them, it just provided enough marketing for him to turn over even more profits. The schools were a joke, and for the most part--unless it was Christmas--nobody gave two shits about the place. So it was no surprise when she found out that here in the heart of corporate waste there was a brothel. After all, there were call girls and brothels all over Gotham, why would this place be any different? What bothered her the most about this particular one, was the obvious police presence, and usage. The Cain Street Whorehouse was quickly becoming a tourist attraction and it probably wouldn't legally close down until Gordon himself got the clap from it. She shook her head. Oh the stupidity of men. She cracked her knuckles listening to the people inside. She didn't have much of a plan, perhaps she should have taken the rest of the Banshees with her, but they were probably having too much fun at Momma's house to want to leave. Let alone work. The only thing she really had going was the intimidation factor. She probably wouldn't have to kill anyone, at worst there would always be at least one stupid fuck to pull a gun, but that was ever so easy to deal with. That made her giggle. Guns. Ha! If they even got close to shooting her she would be impressed, considering how fast she moved now, she would be blown away if they even had time to pull the trigger before she broke their jaw. She smiled big and kicked the door in. "Hey Sugar plums, why is everyone trampling around inmyhouse? Don't you know how to call first? It's only polite to call before attending the party." She walked in staring at the faces. There were women scattered like confetti,most looking cold and miserable, but there were a few men holding some to their laps. "If I were you, I'd run while you still have use of your legs. Oh, and leave the girlies alone. You never know one day they might get testy and bite your sad excuse of a cock off or something. Joker knows all about that, you can ask him." A few people gasped, and even more backed away. However, Harley barely had time to move from the door before a stampede of activity happened that for once caught her off guard. Guns, lot's of 'em, along with armor and helmets, and annoying grunts that should no better than to be on her territory. Glaring, she begrudgingly crossed her arms, and stepped into the mass of quivering scared people as they ran to get the hell out of there.

Being an ex-con was no easy matter. Jobs that were already elusive shrank from him even more. No one in their right mind wanted to put a roof over his head and no one would even think of loaning him money to live on while he got back on his feet. How did the world grow so unforgiving and so cold? How could people continue to live like that? Maybe they never even noticed, maybe they made it like that with their apathy. It did not matter, either way. Vincent would make it right. He wasn't good for anything else. The matter became, how to make this diseased city change? It was so bad, even its so called heroes abandoned it, its colorful crew of criminal crazies left...the place was ripe for a change in management. However, it was not as if Vincent could start up a neighborhood asociation and clean up the streets. Neither the cop, nor the locals would want to be a part of the measures he saw as needed to finish the job. When change will not emerge from with in, it must invade from without. Vincent decided to invade gotham, there was no other reasonable option. His only problem was that an invasion needed an army, and he was fresh out. It did occour to him that he might take advantage of the rampant unemployment and disgusted men who littered the streets itching to fight... It had taken a few months of work, but the vigilante had finally managed to pull together a large crew of men willing to help him. Though he was certain that many were simply there to get some easy money. Most were obviously cretins and drug addicts, but it did make them easy to control. All he had to do was dangle a little yeyo or ice in their faces and they fell in line. Boss...I hear some wiseass is trying to get the cop on us..." one of his more burly associates chimed nervously. "And this should bother us how?" Vincent growled, his impressively lean, long body leaned over some paperwork and stacks of cash. His 'office' was impossibly neat and organized. Guns and knives of every variety crusted the walls, obscuring the ratty paint on the walls. "Well...I mean, its the cops..." the brawny, thick man struggled. "Have they ever bothered us before, Ronny? Have they?" He asked patiently. "No..." A small smug smile creeped across Vincents face. "I have my cock so far down their throats, they can't even breathe with out me knowing. Don't sweat it. Besides, isn't it time you and the boys knocked over that whorehouse on Cain street?" He asked pointedly. "Yeah...I guess it is...shame though, those girls knew how to suck cock....now where will they go?" The boss grimaced angrily. "My heart bleeds for you....get your coke addled ass out there before I teach you to suck cock better than the ever could, and if I hear of one woman hurt-- I will cut your balls off and make you my fucktoy...got it?" Ronny didn't need telling twice.

She laughed. This couldn't be happening. Not in her city, not in her, very, very, well known territory. She watched as women slowly scrambled to the back exiting through broken windows, or to warn their friends upstairs, johns booked it the fastest, and the few pimps that were around tried to blend in with them, but there was no hiding the needle tracks and manicured hands from her trained eye. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. This was just going to be too easy. She walked forward, placing a hand on Ronny's shoulder. "Excuse me, gentlemen. I seem to be missing something. Reapers did you say?" Her voice was almost sing-song as she crooned to the amored men as more people despersed. A chuckle. One of these guys....yup, she had seen it before. Obviously he wasn't the boss but he was pretending to be. No leader has to try this hard to get other's to follow them, it was either fear, or power, or honest respect that allowed one to have a place of power within a group. Not violent showmanship and OBVIOUS "Love me love me" attitudes. People were leaving as fast as they could find a hole to get out of the building, pimps being tripped and betrayed for the ease of escape it brought others. Within a few very short moments, Harley was on the floor, legs crossed, giggling at the more or less pathetic attempt at leadership Ronny tried. The three pimps on the ground around her were in various states of wheezing and bloody and were in no position to drown out her laughter. "Big shot boss, eh? I can get behind that. To bad you don't know a single cotttin' pickin' thing about this here establishment." She said playfully mimicking a southern accent in her sing-song voice. "Maybe, just maybe it's because," her eyes flashed something dangerous and a long toothy grin broke over her face, "You don't belong here. Do ya puddin'? You are far away from mommy aren'tcha?" Another long giggle came as she looked at the faces in front of her. "Oh but how rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Harley. Harley Quinn that is. I run a little operation you...what was it again? Creepers? Squeakers? Probably heard of. Called the Banshees. And you, are trespassing." She watched the men move around her and she got up almost lazily, cracking her neck and her knuckles at the same time. "Don't you know better than to just show up unannounced into a Lady's house? OR...." She gritted her teeth, cocking her head to the side, "Her territory?"

Ronny and his crew had suited up and loaded themselves with guns in preparation for yet another robbery/takeover of a brothel. They never did anything with them, like run them for profit, all vincent ever did was renovate and sell or use them for 'regional bases'. It often left the grunts wondering what his deal was. He was making money, hand over fist, but he didn't really have any true street presence. They didn't sell any drugs, though they stole tonnes, didn't pimp any bitches, and no protection money either. Still, the group had fun knocking over all of those crack dens, whorehouses and smugglers warehouses. So it all evened out. They still got all the drugs they could want, free as long as they stayed in line. Fifteen minutes later, the large, heavily armed group burst into the brothel and made their intent known. "Alright! This shithole is under new management! Courtesy of the reapers! Ladies of the night, you can stay till we split the money. Johns, get the fuck out before we blow you to kingdom come!" Ronny announced loudly as he kicked a fat, balding, corporate looking man in his face brutally. "But first, pimps, come out with your hands up. Or we kill every man in here till we find you. That's more fun-- by the way! So please, hide like the dickless cowards you are!" Ronny was pissed as could be that the boss had turned him down, again, when he asked to keep a ho, so he decided to make himself look like a hero on the off chance that one of them might ask to be his. It didn't take too long for a small troupe of flamboiantly dressed lowlifes to slink out of the shadows and get on their knees. "Look man, I know you can appriciate a fine bitch..." a pale pimp in purple fur and blond dreads piped up."so how about you pick some of these girls and I will give you a nice fat wad of cash every damn week man...every week. Just let me go on working this street.okay?" He pleaded, trying to get a hand hold to leverage himself with. The group looked rather excited at that thought, having a woman to call on for sex was a wonderful prospect to them. Ronny, however, was unimpressed. "Fuck you fag..." he launched a swift kick to his palid face and turned it red with blood. "I could have all of these 'bitches' as you call them. But they deserve to be free." He was on a roll, some one of those skilled women had to want him by then...

It was a strange sensation, and the woman had known it before. Coppery on the tongue wet starting to drip down her side. It was only a moment that she closed her eyes, but that's all it took. *** "Harleen! Shhhh, it will be okay, Mama is here--fight it darling." "It hurts." "I know baby, shhh. You'll be okay." Her head was cradled in softness as warm hands disinfected her shoulder. She saw long silky red. It dripped into her eyes. Hot white pain seared into her shoulder and soon took over her body. Strong arms were rocking her trying to soothe her screams with soft singing that swirled like pollen in the air. *** The force of the shot made her fall back to the ground but it was only temporary. She could already feel her body healing. The shrapnel left over would wither be processed with a serious stomach ache later, or would simply dissolve from the new chemicals in her body. What damage the shot did do were two completely irreversible things that Ronny and these Squeakers would pay for. First, her suit now had a pretty large hole in it, thanks to Ronny's half-assed attempt at returning fire. Second, she had her own blood under her fingernails, and that just wouldn't do. She opened her eyes, noting she was flat on her stomach with her ears ringing angrily from all the gunfire. The naked man was squarely in front of her, probably thinking she was dead, as well as she could see Ronny cowering in the back. Typical men. Everything's dick waving competition to them. In a sift movement she reached forward and grabbed the self-loathing little clerk's ankle and pulled at the joint. With the new boosts Mama Ivy set her up with it was only mildly surprising at the loud wet crunch that his foot had after the fucker completely crashed on his face. She estimated that he wasn't going to wake up for a while but to be certain she arose calmly dusted herself off best she could, and aimed a sharp kick at the accountant's head. She gave a small whistle, as to call a puppy. "Here squakers! Come here. Little mother fucker shot me and I deserve some clean fucking clothes!"

The rest of the drug pumped posse shrank at the sight of the once love of the clown prince, knowing what she was capable of. Ronny was, as usual, undaunted, quite the opposite, Ronny's ego swelled as he eyed the lovely, mad woman. "You know what they say about great men...how about you be my great woman, I hear the Joker is out. A woman like you deserves a man who can appreciate how perfect you are... Don't ya think?" A woman like Harley Quinn would surely give him enough clout to be his own boss. "But let's focus on the important thing. These women are free and they are safe. I know you can agree with that. Your reputation precedes you, all that chaos and mayhem...you just want to have a little fun right?" Most people bought his easy going act till it was too late, the thugish grunt prayed that Harley would too.High on the victory of his total conquest, something told him that he had a shot in hell at landing that high caliber woman. If she was as crazy as he had heard, Ronny could only imagine how wild she was in bed. He could only dream of the pair they would make. While Ronny imagined, a scrawny little backroom accountant emerged from one of the upstairs bedrooms, naked--save for a pair of MAC-10's in his boney hands. "you motherfuckers! I got a good life here, bitches on demand and I finally got some power, you don't get to mess that up!" He hollered angrily, obviously unhinged by stress. Not one of the raiders could react in time to dodge the hard rain that fell from the sky. Except for Ronnie, who dove like a rabbit for cover and fumbled with his gun as he returned fire blindly. None of the thirty-two bullets in the massive uzi clip landed remotely near the basement dweller. "Aaaaahhhh fuuuuuk you!" Ronny screamed, hands scrambling for a fresh clip.

None of the would be invaders answered on account of being shot--not dead, thanks to the heavy armor that cradled their bodies, but still very much in shock. Meanwhile, Ronnie began celebrating his blinding victory by marching out of cover and whooping. "That's right you stupid, motherfucking piece of shit! That's what you get for underestimating a lady like Harley Quinn!" He was clearly back on track since his life wasn't in danger anymore. "So, how about it lovely?" He said a perfectly confidant smile on his face."I get you some new threads and we hit the town for a little havoc?" If Vincent were there, he would surely have castrated the self serving coke addict on the spot. Even though they were druggies of various kinds, they deserved a little compassion, and at the very least some medical care. As it stood though, Ronnie was clearly more concerned with getting some ass than with caring for his team. Meanwhile, in Vincent's warehouse base, the chief reaper himself sat back and brooded over the state of Gotham. He was clearly making a difference, but it was far from fast enough, even worse-- there was a new super drug on the streets that threatened to undo all of his hard won progress. "Edwardo," he barked into the nearby intercom. "Have you managed to find a dealer that can get us some 'rind'?" Usually he did ground work himself, but seeing as the drug world was full of paranoia, one wrong word would easily get him shot, two would likely result in the loss of his balls and he didn't even want to contemplate what three wrong words would incour. His only real comfort was that the GPD was having just as poor a time as he was, if not worse. The 'agents' reply came very slowly. "Yes, I got two guys who claim they can get some rind, but they want to do wholesale...either they are blowing smoke or...." "Or their lords are on to us and have set a trap. When do they want to meet?" Edwardo's shock was nearly visible, even over the speaker. "Uhhh...Saturday, at the "foo-gue" bar and grill." Surely, that was a sign that he had caught someones attention. Usually a drug deal like that took place in a dive bar, not an all night club. Vincent mulled his options for a moment. "I suddenly feel like going clubbing, how about you?"

Even with the amount of time that had passed since their last taste of combat, Victor Creed, commonly known as Sabretooth was not one to just sit around and wait. His free time wasn't so much used for recreation as it was for practice and combat training. Though, he considered it recreation. Nothing helped him calm the animal within more than tearing apart training drones with his bare hands. He may not be a villain anymore, but his fighting style was as vicious and animalistic as ever. It's what made him a great pair with Blink. She was more tactically aware than he was. Combine that with his impressive hand to hand abilities, and they were a team to be reckoned with. Also didn't hurt that they had alot of chemistry with one another, making it easy for them work well together. Though, he wasn't fond of how cautious she was. Even when greatly outnumbered and facing inevitable defeat, Victor was the kind to keep fighting and never stop fighting till he or any opponent was dead. So, it was no surprise that he wasn't entirely happy that Blink had suddenly withdrew them from the fight. She was right to go right on the defensive, as he started to open his mouth to gripe and lecture her, but just growled and mumbled under his breath when she cut him off. Though, her little don't lick it comment got a quick glare from him. "Very funny...." he replied in his deep, gruff voice, plopping down into a nearby wooden chair, which creaked and strained a bit under the weight of his impressive frame. There was really no need for her to tell him to be still when she returned and got to work on the bullets, as while there indeed was pain, it was not nearly the worst he had experienced. So, he didn't flinch in the least bit as she got to work removing the bullets and other shrapnel. The only movement of his body being his skin and muscles quickly growing back together with the removal of each piece of metal. But, even with his impressive insincts, he was not able to predict what happened next. He managed to crack a small smile as she looked up at him, but was majorly caught off guard when she suddenly pressed her young, sexy body against him and pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss, eyes going wide in shock and confusion as she did so. Because of his shock at the sudden act, he wasn't able to say a thing when she pulled back and began talking herself, apologizing for what she had done. But, as he began to grasp the situation and just what had happened, confusion was not the feeling that began to fill his head. When she had reached the door, he found his own emotions starting to take over as he stood and stepped to her, a large hand reaching up to her shoulder, resting there a moment before he gently turned her around. Immediately after she faced him, his other arm went around her slender waist and pulled her body flush against his, gazing down at her a moment before this time....he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers

So Wrong It's Right Blink x Sabretooth It hadnt been that long since my rescue, but it felt like those horrible days were long gone too far in my past to see. So much had happened since that time that I was proud to say I was a mutant again, and didnt wake up every morning wishing I could be normal. I was very fortunate in befriending Sabretooth, Victor Creed, who I see as a personal savior. Literally the first person I saw as the X-Men invaded the premises. At first, I was completely startled by the beastly being that approached, but upon learning I understood that he was no monster at all. I had previously heard of him as a villain, but those days were long over when he took me in; which he did as his own. He nurtured me; healed me both physically and even mentally. He opened his home to me, and for that, I am forever grateful. Scouting the area, we faced danger. It had been a good while since we last greeted a battle. Things had been very quiet in the past few weeks. It was a nice vacation, but all vacations unfortunately always came to an end. There was no normal life being an active mutant. Attacked by an unknown force; bullets spewed the area. Like usual, Victor protected me with his life, ensuring no matter what that I was out of target for any weapon fire. We were greatly outnumbered, and for once, I needed to take initiative to save him. Quickly focusing I teleported the two of us back to our home. It was a cowardly thing to do in the middle of a heated battle, but it was unnecessary to fight when we could easily flea. Breathing heavily from the battle, I ended up at the other end of the room from him when arriving here. I signed, looking over to his arm as I approached. I had too. I defended myself immediately, knowing full well that many mutants would find my teleport flea was chicken, and degrading. We were wasting our energy. Well return when were properly equipped. Theyll probably be waiting for us, anyways I grabbed his arm in my hand. I grimaced at the shards of shrapnel embedded deep in his skin. I caressed his hand briefly turning away. Dont lick it! I walked over to a drawer and pulled out a more advanced first aid kit. I grabbed a set of tweezers and returned to him. Re-grabbing Victors arm, I hovered my hand over the wound. My solid green eyes illuminated lightly as larger pieces disappeared from his flesh. With each bullet teleporting to a table next to me, there was a light flicking sound of the steel hitting the wood. Stay still please. I used the tweezers to carefully pull out anything left over and too small to teleport with absolute certainty. I placed each piece in the same pile as the others. Having removed everything, I watched as the spotted wounds closed and healed. I set the instrument down before grazing my soft pink hand over the once-wounded area. I gave a gentle smile as I looked back up to Victor. I was taken aback by the simple fact that he was gazing down at me. His beautiful physique and piercing eyes infatuated me, and without conscious realization, I pushed my body against his; reaching to press my lips confidently on his. The warm kiss only last a couple of seconds before I became aware of what I had just done. Immediately pulling back, my eyes were wide and my cheeks became flush with embarrassment. I Im sorry. I stuttered, not knowing what to do or what to say. My instinct screamed danger, and I felt an urge to run away. I dont know what came over me- I turned away, moving past him to head for the door. I didnt need to use the door, but in a moment of complete confusion, I forgot I was anything but a normal blushing adolescent. That was deeply inappropriate. I should leave- My heart beat savagely inside the confinements of my chest. All I could focus on was how right the kiss felt, yet how unbelievably wrong it was.

Even a very forward man like Victor was caught off guard by Blinks sudden shift. One second, she was regretful and embarassed for her actions. The next, she seemed to become an animal, craving his touch in every sense of the word. Still, if she wanted it....wild, there was no better man to give it to her. Just as her urges started to take over her, so too did the same happen to him. Probably even more so, considering his mutation. All his instincts were increased to animal like levels. The mating instinct was just one of those. No surprise that when....riled up, he could really give it to her. So, it only took a moment for Victor to "catch up" with her, hands starting to roam up and down her back and slender hips, as he returned the now rather fiery kiss. And when she pulled down his pants, all bets were off. There was no turning back from this, and he made it obvious he had no intentions to do so. He reluctantly broke the kiss, but only to swiftly remove his shirt, tossing it to the side and stepping out of his pants, leaving his impressive figure covered only in boxer shorts, then went immediately back to making out with her. This time, his hands started to wander to more intimate areas, one of which found itself sliding up to her full, perky breast, softly squeezing and kneeding the flesh through the material of her green outfit. But, that wasn't all, as his other hand sought out bare skin, reaching under the back flap of her outfit to run over her silky smooth thigh, occasionally running over her firm butt. And even then, he was actually holding back. If he were to let the animal loose, so to speak, he'd have torn her outfit off and be ravaging her like an animal right now. But, even as passion and sensual urges took them over, he restrained enough so as to not lose control. Though, with the fiery emotions running between the two of them, that could very well be something they both wanted. For him to just let lose and show her all his passion and emotions towards her in the most intimate of physical ways.

As I neared the door, I heard nothing. Not even a single peep. That was my confirmation that I had done wrong. That you were in such shock you could not speak. It had to be out of disgust. The look on your face was jarring and heart-breaking. I had made the biggest mistake and now, the relationship was going to suffer because of my temporary insanity. How could I have been so foolish? I held my hands together nervously, scratching my knuckles subconsciously. I wanted to teleport my way out of here and save myself any further embarrassment, but I was too distraught, and couldnt focus on any other location. Right before I reached the door, I felt a warm hand lightly graze my shoulder. My shoulders tense immediately and I stared at the hood of the door, just inches from my face. My heart was beating steadily, and I took a deep breath in as the hand guided me to turn around. At first, I didnt look at you. My eyes were lowered and glancing at the ground beside us. But soon, my eyes moved to face you. I twitched as another hand grasped my waist. Startled I looked down briefly before returning my attention to the man before me. That moment, I was immensely confused. I had just spent the last, long, grueling 30 seconds that I had ruined everything; my whole life, and now I was being accepted. I sunk into your large arms, allowing your gentle eyes to seduce me. As you leaned to kiss me, I closed my eyes, moving forward to push my lips once again against yours. I wrapped my arms around your neck, holding our faces close together as I kissed you long and passionately. Briefly forgetting to breathe, I broke the kiss but lingered my lips barely centimeters away my hot breath beating against your lips. I took a breath in, waited just a moment, and then grabbed you almost aggressively; pulling you into an open-mouth kiss as I leaned backwards, slamming into the door I once so eagerly tried to use to escape. My hands trailed down your chiseled chest; roaming instinctively further and further down until I grimed the band of your pants. My slim fingers curled eagerly around the belt, unsnapping the buckle before pausing. I didnt know what was happening, but I was losing control of myself. A feeling of great sensuality came over me. With a light push downward, your pants fell to your knees.

The feelings she had for him....the lust that filled her body, Victor felt as well. He had did his best to keep them bottled up. Not just because of him not being a very emotional man, but also because of their relationship, which after her rescue, took on a very father/daughter like role. But still, during those years, he could not deny the romantic love for her that had gradually developed. And all of it. All of the emotion and lust was flooding up to the surface, ready to break out. And when she broke the silence and spoke to him, Victors intense, protective eyes gazed into hers, never looking away. And then when she whispered how she wanted him, ALL of him, that just flipped that switch in him. If she wanted a beastly creature to ravish her, she was most certainly going to get her wish. The beast she wanted let out a light, please growl when she grabbed his hand that had been exploring her leg, and started to lead it up her body. Crossing that firm, flat stomach, only coming to a stop when they both reached her soft, perky breast. He was glad to lightly squeeze the soft orb in his hand, needing no lead from her to do so. And that look she gave him as she did so....it drove him more wild than anything that had happened in these past minutes. And that was it for him. The incredibly desire to ravage her, combined with his own swelling emotions filled his intense eyes as he swiftly withdrew his hand from under her green outfit, only to reach both hands up on each of her sides, taking a grip of her green outfit with his clawed hands. Soon, the lusty silence was broken by the sound of tearing, as her green outfit began to split, threads tearing from each other as more and more of her lovely pink skin was revealed as she got her lusty desire with Victor beginning to tear her clothes off her body.

I didn't know what I was doing; what came over me. It was a side of me that I hadn't unleashed ever. Perhaps it had been bottled up for so long, that now... now that I was comfortable being a sensual woman, I was ready. Ready to give it my all and no longer be afraid of men; or be afraid of sex. And for a long time too long I had been. I had nightmares of being violated. I had nightmares of being abused. Since I had been locked up and held hostage. I still imagine, everyday... I whispered suddenly in a short breath; ultimately breaking the kiss to look into your eyes. ...the moment where you come in and save me. I was referring to the day I had been freed of Sugar Man's cruelties and thus saved from a life of jail and suffering. Thank you... I grazed my teeth against your firm neck, lightly running my tongue up to the side of your face, where my lips met yours again. I grasped a lock of golden hair behind you and intensely held on as I locked lips and let out all of my passion against you. The feeling of your manly hands running along my smooth skin gave me the chills. I wanted my clothes off. All off. Ripped off. Off as fast and they can get off. I broke the kiss, but held my hot lips lightly against yours and whispered, I want you. I want all of you. Every bit of it. I lightly bit my lip to the thought of a beastly creature showing me how to be a real woman. I needed that. I longed for that. And the only person I wanted it to be with was with you. I grabbed the hand that rubbed my skin, pulling it from my leg to under my light colored dress. Trailing it up to my stomach and finally leading your hand to my bare flesh. Squeezing your hand to squeeze my soft breast, I looked you straight as I did it, too. Lust and passion swirled in deep abyss of my glowing green eyes. Suddenly, I was in a rush to get my clothes off. I tore off my red studded belt and launched it across the room.

I had never really taken any interest in museums, since it was very difficult to steal a valuable object, like a famous painting, and sell it without being traced and arrested. Selling it on the black market would still be risky. The last thing I wanted was to be on any sort of map, whether it was being traced by police or being tracked down my government officials. I knew that my name was out there; that I had an image as the bad guy, a villain. Regardless, I didnt care what anyone thought. I didnt rob for anyone but myself. And occasionally, those who made me offers I could never dream of refusing. A lot of it was motivated by money. Or so it seemed. As much as I loved money, I loved winning more. I loved the sensation of walking out of a facility with something that I cant have; that doesnt belong to me. It thrilled me to control a situation. For this assignment, I was hired by an unmade force to steal something from the Museum of Modern Art of New York. The mission was brought to me through a homeless person, who, assumingly, was not actually homeless. When Im not Black Cat, Im roaming the town dressed like a waitress on break. Whoever this man was, he was told what I looked like out of costume. I didnt just go walking around with silver hair I always wore a wig in public. But somehow he found me, handed me a file, and disappeared. I was to bring the object, after its been stolen, to a restaurant called Marys immediately after. I didnt have any reason to do it, or trust it, but I was bored and the assignment intrigued me. I was to steal a sculpture of a garbage can. The next week, on the scheduled date, I geared up and set to the museum. It was late at night and the museum has just closed 15 minutes prior. I waited until everyone working had pretty much parted, and most of the lights were off, other than the ones left on for security and embellishments. Greeting the side of the building, I held my hand above me and a wired hook flung out to grasp the railing on the roof of the building. The wire attached to my glove, I gave it a tiny pull and up I went soaring to the sky. I climbed over the railing and set for a door planted on the roof. It was all digitally control, and only one with a magnetic card could open it. I couldnt just burst the door open, sensors and alarms were everywhere. I pulled a card from my pocket. I had attained the card previously that day from attending the museum as a visitor and stealing it off a guard. The lock beeped a bright green before a sharp sound followed and the door unlocked. But something felt strange. I felt like I was being watched.

Days were starting to just blend together at the Avengers Mansion for Clint. It has been awhile since anything big has happened, it was cool that everyone was back from the Skrull invasion, but that was it. They beat the bad guys and now they were on that low point where nothing was happening and they were stuck on the petty crime crap. It was all the same thing, the crooks think they could get away with robbing a bank, department store, jewelry shop, you name it! Then they get the call to help and one of them goes and saves the day, blah blah blah. This hero gig was starting to suck. Clint needed some excitement, something to push his skills to the max and get the adrenaline going. Until that time Clint was stuck with his standard routine of the day. Get up, shower, eat, work out in the gym, gymnastic routines, one hour of marksmanship practice, cool down for awhile, then another hour of marksmanship practice, dinner, spar with Cap, and then bed. Though this day would turn out a little different. Clint was out working with his bow when he heard a voice over the intercom to the range. "Mr. Barton," said the simulated voice. Clint kept firing without even thinking, "Yeah Jarvis?" Clint kept at his work. "Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers would like to see you in the strategy room." Clint finished the quiver before setting his bow down and made his way to the strategy room. When he made it there he saw Tony and Cap were in the center of it with a vid screen that had several profiles on it. He walked to them giving them small gestures of greeting and then they went straight to the part. "Clint," Cap began, "We've decided we've been falling down on our duties lately." Clint found that hard to believe but he let him continue. "So Tony and I have decided to take the initiative and send an Avenger oh individually to take care of some troublemakers we have yet to capture." Tony worked his techno magic and brought up the file of Black Cat. Cap took a moment to let Clint read it, "This is your assignment." Clint read it and saw what he was up against. "Are you serious? You're sending me after a cat burglar?" Tony took over now, "Easy Robin Hood, she isn't as ordinary as you think. From files that I've found and some security footage it turns out that she is actually like a black cat." Clint scoffed at that, "So if she crosses my path I get bad luck?" Tony nodded, "Yep." Clint now had a look of disbelief. "I am not kidding Clint. She can seriously bring bad luck. So watch it." Clint sighed and took a moment to read her profile more, "So when do I leave?" Cap handed him a physical copy of her profile for further studying and said, "Now." Clint took the file and left to pack, but when he saw where she was located he stopped, "Wait she's here?!" He really needed to read closer or else he would have packed to go somewhere when she was in his own backyard in New York.

Unable to visually see anything that could be endangering, I pulled the door open and carefully closed it again. The door beeped red and re-locked. I pulled a flashlight, specially designed to spot alarm lasers, and pointed it towards the ground. There was one single alarm laser a meter above the door. I was inches from crossing it and setting something off. I stepped over it confidently and waited for any sign of an alarm. To my relief, nothing set off. I continued in to the rotunda and center of the museum; where six hallways separate different areas of the building. The museum was pretty much dark, except for the rotunda which had a dim light illuminating the center of the room where a standing plaque listed the different sections of exhibitions. Pointing my flashlight with every step, it appeared no laser alarms were installed in the center (where no significant art was placed, anyways). I approached the plaque but didnt need to read it to know which hallway to take to the sculpture. Just as I walked past the plaque, something felt wrong; very wrong. Suddenly, a voice greeted me. I turned around quickly to face a large man, weapon pointed. With instinct, I sprung my hand out, the hook device snatching onto the bow and ripping it out of his hand. My mind switched to focus on one thing. My eyes trailed directly to a light on the wall beside the man; which was previous green and now flashed red. You idiot! Youve set off the silent alarm! I immediately turned around; abandoning the bow and arrow sprawled on the floor, and darted for the hallway I had original set for. With cunning speed, I disappeared into darkness. The sound of light chiming rung in the air. A 10-foot chandelier hung on the ceiling of the rotunda, directly over the plaque that centered the room. It was lightly swaying, and within several seconds the chain suddenly snapped, hauling the mass of glass down towards him. I didnt turn back. I focused on doing one thing; cat napping. I heard an unfortunate crash that rocked the building. I had a limited amount of time before the police would show up and barely flinched at the freak accident I recognized behind me. Disregard any laser alarms, I ran through everything and greeted the sculpture, which was shielded in a glass case bolted to a stand in which was bolted to the floor. Reaching into the center of my plump breasts, I pulled out a pen. Clicking it like a regular, a red light beamed from the writing-end of the pen. I held the pen like a tattoo gun against the glass, and with pressing a small button on the side of the pen, started to laser-cut through the glass. I punched the case and a glass circle fell, perfectly cut, off and into the casing. I reached my hand in and grabbed the sculpture, which was no more than four inches in diameter. I placed the sculpture in a foldable bag, and searched for my nearest exit.

After getting the file and studying it for a day or two Clint did the best thing he could do, scout. For the next week Clint visited museums, art galleries, anything that something in it that was worth stealing. All the while he also gained schematics of them and discreetly placed sensors around the entrances of the museums so if she decided to pop in on one of them after hours he would get an alert. After that he went back to his daily routine, with a casual night patrol just to see if he couldn't catch her on the prowl. Luckily on one night, he caught a break. He was out leaping from roof to roof on his patrol when he caught a flash of silver hair across a rooftop. He kept his distance from her, not wanting to alert her and possibly ruin this golden opportunity. When she finally slipped in he made his move and made his way to the roof she was on, it turned out to be a museum that he left out of his search, "Damn," he muttered, "Cap would say 'You needed to be more thorough Clint!' right about now." Clint slowly crept to the door she went through. He saw that the door was electronically controlled and he needed a key card. No problem. He got on his communicator and called the one guy who could do this. "Tony," he called into the device. A second later Tony came back, "What do you need Robin Hood?" Clint ignored it and moved on. "I've got a lock on Black Cat and I need a way into this museum she's in." Clint heard a few clicks on his keyboard before Tony came back, "Name?" Clint gave him the name and then another few clicks passed, "Door?" Tony asked. "Roof access." Another few clicks and the door light flashed green while Tony added, "Open Sesame." Clint swung the door open and went in, it was great having a technological genius as a teammate. He sneaked quietly with arrow drawn as he looked for her. When he found her he took aim. "Well well well, a cat burglar? Well I'm not really much of a cat person." He knew that it was a cliche but hey, isn't all hero work?

As soon as the arrow struck the glass and shattered it to near bits, the expression on my face changed. It went from confident to very nervous in a second. I froze, eyes wide, like a cat staring the oncoming danger. I was like a kid caught red-handed. If I move, I'll be shot. If I run, I'll also be shot. Even if I make it out, the place will probably be surrounded. I regained a straight posture. "Fine. But I have a question..." I spoke, glaring at you as the sound of police sirens fills the air. They're almost here. There was a slight moment of silence. "Didn't momma tell you to never cross a Black Cat?" At that exact moment, every single light in the entire building shut off - including the emergency lights. The room was left in completely darkness. Not even an inch in front could be seen. There was a light shuffling sound before I struck you. Having lunged at you from behind, I pranced on your back. Its bad luck! I whispered seductively in your ear; seemingly doing nothing useful but grab a hold of your waist and wrap my arms tightly around your neck - something not nearly life-endangering or even threatening. Until, I slammed a rubber hand-sized patch onto your face that covered your mouth and nose completely; then it all changed. It stuck on like super glue and ultimately restricted any air from entering your nostrils or mouth. I quickly pounced off, digging my feline nails in your shoulder as I removed myself from you. I slammed my foot behind your knees to hopefully send you flying to the ground. I set off running. I didnt have time to exit skillfully through a window. I could hear police already making their way in. I had no choice, I had to act fast. While on you, I grabbed an arrow from the quiver. Knowing full well the capabilities of Hawkeye, I recognized the trick arrow and snatched it. I ran for a wall; one I knew would leave to the back alley. Slamming the arrow onto the wall, it light up and I took cover. Seconds later it exploded, blowing a hole into the wall. That was my exit. I moved smoothly, like a cat, and although we werent on the main level, I threw myself through the hole and virtually off the building. I didnt need anything to break my fall. My superhuman agility and cat-like sense allowed me to always land on my four feet. I set off running, nearing Marys restaurant in no time. But before I could get close enough to be spotted by the said assignment-giver, I had to know what I was carrying. Opening the bag, I hushed myself in a dark corner and pulled out the foot-by-foot sculpture of an abstract garbage can. I grinned at it, unimpressed by its strangeness. How could this be so valuable? Definitely no Mona Lisa Smirking, I examined the thing, but when I turned it over I noticed the bottom had a removable plate that had been fused close. Immediately, I slammed the piece to the ground. It exploded on impact and broke into many pieces. Long and behold, something lay prominent in the debris of the previous artwork. I squatted down, picking up a mini silk pull-string bag. Opening it, I spilled the contents into my hand. But it wasnt contents it was content. A single stone, huge in size, plopped into my hand. My eyes widened. Immediately, I knew I was holding a Cullinan Diamond. My heart started to race. Whoever I was dealing with was not just some ordinary missionary, but a powerful black market lord. A wave of nausea swept over me. What did I get myself into?

Clint kept his arrow trained to the leather clad thief the whole time, that was until she flicked her hand out and a chain wrapped around and yanked his bow from his hand. The arrow dropped to the floor and the bow went clattering along the floor. No problem, Clint was proficient in other weapons that he had brought along with him, he just preferred his bow because he had grown accustomed to it. While Clint reached into a pouch for one of his bolas she decided to take this opportunity and berate him for triggering the alarm system. He particularly didn't care, it meant that he had more back up to try and pin her down. Before he could throw the bola Black Cat bolted down a hall making a crucial mistake, she left his bow there. He quickly grabbed it and redrew the arrow. He sprinted down the hall she did but before he could chase her, the chandelier above them came crashing down. "What in the-!" Before he could finish that thought the huge ceiling ornament crashed around him. He leapt out of the way before it could damage him, oh he was lucky that he was an acrobat or else he would be a crushed hawk right about now. He quickly recovered and grabbed his bow, stringing another arrow rather than scrambling to find the other one. He bolted down the hallway and came into the room where she was busy using a laser pen to cut open the glass to get her prize, her hand grabbing it like it was one of those cheap claw machines, except she actually got what she wanted and wasn't disappointed when the claw dropped it. She put it in a bag and turned her head on a swivel to look for exit. He took this opportunity to fire a warring shot. He took aim and put an arrow through the glass. "Next ones for you kitty cat."

I was running late. I debated not going to Marys at all, and keeping the jewel. Not because it was worth over 200 million dollars, but because there was obviously something criminal going on regarding the stone. There had to be a better explanation for why it was hidden in a sculpture in a museum and why I needed to steal it. Let alone, who wanted it and why? There were too many questions. Something this valuable meant people died for it, would risk all they have for it, and kill anyone that came in their way. I wasnt stupid. Business like this is top notch greedy. They use people, and discard them when theyre done. They would probably kill me as soon as I delivered. I simply couldnt take that risk. As soon as I heard your voice I grinned. Great I mumbled to myself. You really are a Hawk! Bad Luck on me, I didnt have to go to Marys. It seemed mysterious mission-man was coming to me. A raging engine floored towards me. White headlights blinded me as they approached at top speed. Within seconds a round of gunfire shot out towards me. Instinctively, I ducked and rolled; running quickly in front of the car before it could get close enough. I pushed the gem deep into my cleavage. It was the fastest and safest place for them in battle. The hook spat out from my wrist, grabbing onto the balcony of the building and lifting me. I had two hooks, one in each wrist, and I used them both exactly like how Spider-Man used his webs. Using my body weight to sway me from building to building, I could swing as fast as the hook takes time to reel back in. I struggled but eventually pulled myself up. There was a man shooting at me below. As soon as I held on to the ladder on the side of the building, the entire balcony tore off the wall, plummeting to the ground and crushing the car and the men. I swung up onto the roof where you were situated. What are you doing!? Shoot! Shoot them! I hissed at you, pointing down at the car and men firing up to the roof. Not a smart move. A bullet reared into my arm and I whimpered; immediately retracting my arm from mid-air. I ducked, Now would be a good time for whatever backup you have I watched as several more black cars drove to surround the building. Despite the fact that they were on the ground below, they would wait until we got to the ground, and invade any building to find me. I noticed a red spot on your chest. Immediately looking down, I spotted another gunner. Watch out! I cried out. I lunged for you again, slamming into your waist and causing both of us to fall to the ground. I looked down to you, my silky ghostly hair brushing against your face as I pressed against you on top of you. Suddenly, I whipped my head back and peered around. The crane. I sensed my bad luck charm taking into effect. A large crane stood peering next to the building. Get off the building. I whispered. Get off the building! I shouted, sprouting out and pulling you up with me. Just as I started to run, the 200-foot construction crane came crashing down into the building.

Oh sweet victory! After he fired his shot she froze like a deer caught in a set of headlights. The bag the sculpture was in was dangling from her hand and she was wide eyed with fear. He had her right where he wanted her, but seeing her now just brought out a question. Where does she keep all of those gadgets she has? Is it all jammed into her cleavage or are there some pockets he just wasn't seeing on her. She straightened up with a second wind of confidence like she found her way out which had Clint guessing that she thought she could run her way out of this one, or literally jump his bones. He heard the sirens coming closer and closer to the museum. 'Ah you can always count on the boys in blue to show up when you need 'em.' Instead of booting for a door, or for him, she decided to pose a question. When she trailed off he retorted, "No, I won't miss. You're in possession of stolen goods and I'm taking you down." Then she continued her question, apparently his answer not being the one to the question she wanted to ask. So she was going to pull a bad luck cliche, fine by Clint. Before he could fire to shut her up he lights went out and he was blind. He focused on his ears and tried to listen for her steps. That would prove futile since she lunged from the darkness and got his back. She wrapped her arms around his waist and neck before whisperig into his ears the cliche bad luck line. He opened his mouth to speak but he only received a rubber patch that covered both his mouth and nose, cutting off his breathing. She then pounced off his back and kicked him to the floor, then left him to die. Clint kept calm, he had about a minute and thirty seconds before he blacked out and then about another minute before he would die. He had to think and think fast. Then an idea came to him. He acted quickly and grabbed an arrow form his quiver. He had grabbed a cryo arrow and pointed the head at the patch on his face. He shoved it into the patch and the pressure released the liquid and made the patch freeze over. He was starting to feel faint. With one last act he slammed his mouth into the floor, the patch shattered and he was allowed to breath. He took several deep gasps of breath before standing up. Not being able to see he got on his communicator. "Tony, lights!" He heard clicks of the keyboard and then the lights came back on right when he heard an explosion, "Gonna have to thank you later Tony." He grabbed his bow again and ran to where he heard the blast. When he got there he saw a large gap in the wall, she had found the arrow he drew first and left behind. He leapt out of the hole and immediately went to the roofs, knowing that's where she was going. He jumped form roof to roof around the area, it was quiet so he could hear many things. There was no silver hair or black leather up there, just empty space. He was about to give up, but he heard a crash of stone and plaster somewhere. He traced it down into an alley way and low and behold there she was. He gave her a high pitched whistle to knights his presence. "Hey!" he shouted, "We're not done!"

I let out a slight terrified meow as I was grabbed by you and hauled against you. Suddenly I was flying in mid air, without any support from my hook. At first I thought we were just two bodies in the air, but coming to the realization that we were swinging, I let out a sigh. Regaining a talk stance as we landed on near ground, I immediately turned around to face the crane that now collided and crashed right at the spot we were previously laying on. My lips curled down and I let out a deep, miserable sigh. Not again... I muttered to myself. I rubbed my temples momentarily before turning back to you. I rubbed my arm and squinted with the sharp pain I felt when I touched it. Looking down at my opposite hand, it was lathered in blood. Shit... I grumbled, wiping the blood on my outfit and disregarding the injury. The fact that I even allowed myself to be shot was beyond me, let alone throw myself in front of you to take the fall. I felt compelled to do so. Something about the Avengers made me easy. Perhaps it was a sense of dignity, or perhaps just the plain presence of a deep respect. After all, I wasn't a bad person... all the time. I looked at you like you were a moron, lowering my brow and glaring at you with a frustrated expression. This? I reached deep into my two large breasts and pulled out the crystal. This? I repeated. I seemed rather shocked as I looked at you. You don't know... what this is? I paused, waiting for your response and as I realized you were truly clueless I let out a chuckle. Unbelievable. An Avenger... the infamous Hawkeye, doesn't even know what the most valuable diamond in the world is... Hm. Tells you a lot. I smirked and dangled the jewel in front of you. This, sir. Hawk, is an infamous Cullinan Diamond. Or rather, a piece of it. Judging by the weight, it's probably around 300 carats of pure, rare, flawless diamond. I looked around me, checking over my shoulder for any other potential risks or people. Plopping it back in my cleavage, I continued, The Cullinan Diamond was the largest diamond ever found up until '85. It was a massive rock at just over 3000 carats. It was split into 9 pieces. This is definitely one of the larger ones. Turning around to check again, I tapped my foot anxiously. We need to get out of here, hide somewhere. They're all dead now, but I'm sure they'll send more. They'll be more. And much angrier. Whoever sent me to steal this... is powerful. Only someone powerful would have known where the gem was, or could have even planted the gem in that sculpture. Whatever the case, with this in my possession, and not showing up to hand it over, I'm in trouble. Big trouble. I wasn't even supposed to know what was in that sculpture. I took a breath. They tried to kill me. They sought to kill me even before my scheduled time of arrival. Which means, they never intended to allow me to live in the first place even with the assumption that I only knew the exterior the sculpture and not the diamond. I'm out of here before I end up in a stretcher; dead. I turned from you, quickly heading for nearest car.

Victory again! And this time he was sure of it. He had the high ground, the weapons and, most importantly, the skill to use them. She was squatted down in the corner of an alleyway with a huge diamond in her hand and shards of pottery and plaster around her feet. So the ugly ass sculpture was hiding a diamond that was the size of a grapefruit? He never really thought that people would resort to that kind of thing. He always thought there was a better way to smuggle jewelry like that to where it needed to go, but inside anschlpture? A little weird for Clints taste. He drew another arrow, this time a net arrow. He ignored the snide remark and was ready to release it and let it go to the intended target, but a squeal of tires and a roar of gunfire made him stop. She wasn't the only one who was after that sculpture, whether or not if it was for the diamond hidden inside or the now shattered sculpture, Clint didn't know so he would just have to guess. He kept the arrow trained on her as she did her little tuck and roll away from the car, not before putting the diamond down her cleavage. "God, I swear she puts everything in there." As she leapt for the building across from him he watched as the men followed and get crushed by a balcony that just happened to have weak structural integrity. "Damn it. When Tony's right, he's right." This girl was serious bad luck! The chandelier almost crushing him, the lights going out so she could suffocate him, and now these guys were getting crushed by debris that wasn't debris a minute ago. She finally decided to bring her little swinging act over to where he was and she commanded him to open fire. He did, but not because she told him to, but because he wanted to stay alive. He fired his net arrow that nabbed a straggler from the crashing balcony. He pulled an electro shock arrow and fired it a car that just now pulled up with several others behind it. The arrow dug into the engine and turned the car into one big conductor, as well as short circuiting the cars electrical systems. He pulled the next arrow out and that was about the time she got her arm shot. His eyes turned to her and that's how he missed the red dot trained on his chest. She lunged at Clint, taking them both to the floor as the bullet whizzed by them both. Clint took the arrow he had and fired it where the shot came from before the idiot could even reload. The arrow gave a resounding thud as it hit the man square in the forehead, a concussion was soon to follow. He turned his head to see his target on top of him with her silvery locks dangling in his face and he got a wonderful view of her beautiful face. He gave her a smile, "And here I thought Black Cats were bad luck." He was of course making light of what just happened, they were still in trouble. That was until she whispered something into his ear and then shouting it at him again. She dragged him up off the floor and they both bolted for the edge of the building. As they both did a crane came down behind them, Clint added a few expletives not understanding how she was doing that. The building crumpled beneath them and Clint grabbed his grapple arrow and shot it at the nearest thing that wasn't on this roof. He grabbed Black Cat, seeing that her arm was shot and in no condition to be swinging, and leapt off the building. They dropped until the slack in the rope from the arrow was gone and he swung them to safety. He took a moment to catch his breath and allow his adrenaline to settle before asking. "So... Are you going to tell me what that rock is for? Or am I going to need to call in Cap and have him get it out of you?"

Have you ever felt breasts before? I grimaced again, Believe me when I say, they can pretty much morph and adapt to anything. Shrugging slightly, I chuckled a bit, It also avoids people from trying to touch me, or when they search me by pat, they still don't feel anything. Cleavage goes a long way. Especially large breasts. I'm extremely blessed. A cocky grin smeared across my face. I knew I was attractive; that men threw themselves at me just as I made eye contact with them. I figured, if I have them, might as well put them to good use. Hiding weaponry and valuables seems like a pretty good use to me. I let out a bored sigh, Sorry to emasculate you for anything, but once you've picked your balls up off the floor, I would greatly appreciate with you just left me alone. I tossed my index finger out, a long cat nail curving towards you as I gestured to your presence. You may leave. You have my permission. I gave a playful wink, but it could only be seen at one moment and one moment only. It was something rare that needed to be caught as soon as it happens and not a second more. It was clear I was used to being 'cute' and 'witty' and that I derived some sort of pleasure from being rather controlling and incredibly independent. Walking up to a nice Acura TSX, I bent down; kneeling beside the driver's door as I dug my long nail into the key hole. I turned my finger, wiggling it several times before the lock clicked and I pulled open the door. Kazam. Smiling, I leaned forward onto the seat opened up the compartment underneath the steering wheel. Slipping a small inch by inch electronic device from a pocket, I stuck it prominently into the sea of wiring. There was a single button on the device. When I pressed it, the car roared to life. Beautiful. I was talking about the sound of the engine. I propped myself up in the seat and slammed the door closed. The electric window on my side slid down and I looked at you. Listen, you're whole hero orgy is nice and all, but I don't have time for your little chasing games, and cutesy safehouses. Try not to be brutally insulted, but I'm dealing with actual criminals here. People who will kill anything from a dog to a child to get what they want. I sighed, My father always told me, where there is a diamond, there is blood. I've already stained my hands, don't stain yours. I revved the car and took off, but I only drove for short of 10 seconds before I slammed on the brakes and came to a horrible realization. One, you would probably chase me until I complied. Two, I would probably lose since I was driving with a bleeding shot wound, and three, who was I kidding? I had a lot of gadgets, but Hawkeye had electrical arrows. I growled to myself and towards my brief stupidity. It also aggravated me that I was stuck with you. Hawk. I shouted, I guess I stand no chance since you have one of those fancy car-shut-off arrows, right? I sighed. Stuck with him... I murmured, Out of all people... Unbelievable.

After Clint's questioning he looked her over to see if the fall had added on any injuries. His sharp eyes immediatley snapped to her shoulder, most likely it would have been center mass if she hadn't valiently jumped in front of it, for reasons he didn't know why, and saved his life. He looked at the wound, clean wound both entry and exit, most likely the exit being the worst of them. From the size of the entry wound he had to have guessed a .22 caliber bullet, nothing big, she would recover with fully functionality of her shoulder within a few weeks. He looked over himself, nothing but scrapes and bruises for him, along with a small blood splatter where the bullet exited. He looked over with Black Cat to see the damages to the building. Well there was no more building, only large piles of rubble thanks to the crane that 'magically' came down on it. He could also see that there was no one left alive at that scene. It made Clint feel aggitated and angry. He was supposed to disarm only, not kill. His agitation only grew as she pulled out the diamond from her breasts... again. "Doesn't that hurt, constantly pulling things in and out of your breasts?" She the. Proceeded to insult his intelligence about a stupid rock that people deemed valuable. "Well I'm sorry. Things that are all about dollar signs and values that are way above my salary are Tony's thing, not mine. He's the billionaire that can buy that sort of stuff. So excuse me if I don't know what that precise diamond is!" After Clint's questioning he looked her over to see if the fall had added on any injuries. His sharp eyes immediatley snapped to her shoulder, most likely it would have been center mass for him if she hadn't valiently jumped in front of it, for reasons he didn't know why, and saved his life. He looked at the wound, clean wound both entry and exit, most likely the exit being the worst of them. From the size of the entry wound he had to have guessed a .22 caliber bullet, nothing big, she would recover with fully functionality of her shoulder within a few weeks. He looked over himself, nothing but scrapes and bruises for him, along with a small blood splatter where the bullet exited. He looked over with Black Cat to see the damages to the building. Well there was no more building, only large piles of rubble thanks to the crane that 'magically' came down on it. He could also see that there was no one left alive at that scene. It made Clint feel aggitated and angry. He was supposed to disarm only, not kill. His agitation only grew as she pulled out the diamond from her breasts... again. "Doesn't that hurt, constantly pulling things in and out of your breasts?" She the. Proceeded to insult his intelligence about a stupid rock that people deemed valuable. "Well I'm sorry. Things that are all about dollar signs and values that are way above my salary are Tony's thing, not mine. He's the billionaire that can buy that sort of stuff. So excuse me if I don't know what that precise diamond is!" After that he went off a little away from her to steam. He hated it when people insulted his intelligence. Sure he had spent most of his life as a carnival side show but that didn't mean he was some sort of imbicile that didn't know anything. Hatter fuming for a moment he brougt himself back under control and came back over to her. She then went on about findin a place to hide from these goons incase more came back. A few places came to mind that suited what she was thinking of. Before he could say anything she turned tail and headed for the nearest car. He got on the communication line, "Tony?" In a flash Tony was on the line, "What do you need Notingham?" After an aggregated sigh he responded, "I'm going dark for awhile, but I'm going to use a few of the safehouses so have Jarvis unlock them all." Tkny came back confused, "All but I thought you said a few and what about Black Cat?!" "Yes but I still don't know where I'm going yet so just have them unlocked ok? I'm using them to follow a few leads." He cut the line before Tony could respond. He followed Black Cat to the car she was going to use. "Ok here's how this is going to work, you will come with me to one of our secure safehouses and then we'll figure out our next move and yes I mean OUR move because I'm not letting you or that diamond out of my sight."

Clint watched as she picked the lock on a car door with just her cat claw. He was surprised to see that the door still had a key hole on it, most cars these days were all boasting the push start engine and the little keychain remote that automatically locked and unlocked the doors when they were a certain distance from the car. He leaned on the car and watched her hotwire the car with a little gadget she pulled out of a pocket she had. He waited for her to unlock the doors to let him in but instead got a window rolled down and laughed at by her. She even took a shot at the team which made him grit his teeth. Sure he could allow her to insult him all she liked but to talk bad about the team? That was crossing a line with Clint. They were good people doing damn fine work, sure as hell better than whatever she was doing. "Ok you have a better idea on where to go? If they could corner you once then they can sure as hell track you wherever you decide to go. Now I'm offering you sanctuary in high security safehouse that the little 'hero orgy' called The Avengers uses frequently without being detected so we could figure this out, but fine go I'll look for your article in the obituaries in a couple of days." With that she took off thinking that Clint wasn't up for handling killers. He had dealt with plenty of people like that especially the ones who killed his wife. She drove off and he watched her go, letting her get at a challenging distance before he would take a shot with his EMP arrow, sure she had insulted everything about his like of work but he still had a mission. Then a thought crossed his mind, she had already seen him use thine of the same arrows on those thugs earlier. So did she really think she could get away. She would prove him right and she came right back to where he was standing. She then commented that she knew about his arrows. He decided to have a little fun with this. He pulled the EMP arrow out saying in a mocking tone, "This?" he asked, "This?" he repeated. "You don't know what this is?" He rolled his eyes, "Wow a high tech thief doesn't even know about this... Tells you something about her." He got in the front seat and tapped her head with it, "This is an arrow equipped with an EMP device... you do know what EMP is right? Electromagnetic pulse?" He then laughed at her, glad he was able to turn what she did to him back on her. "One thing your going to need to learn about me BC, I don't quit." He then proceeded to give her directions to a safe house he used when he was working solo. When he rejoined the Avengers he got it hooked up to Jarvis. Now hopefully she would just shut up and drive.

Ace Masterswas family of Samuel, Gray and Daisy Oak but also of Ash Ketchum. He was a far relative and a few generations younger. In his heart, he was the same as Ash. Ace always wanted to be a Pokemon Master but he didn't looked up to Ash nor to Gary. He looked up to an Arcanine, his father's Arcanine. His father was one of the greatest Pokemon Trainers ever existed. Ace also had a sister, Lily. Lily was 13 years and made her four years younger then Ace was. Professor Rowan was replaced by Dawn and Lucas and they were even better as Rowan ever was. But something was wrong with Ace. He started to jerk off on his sister sometimes and the mysterious Pokemon namedNinetales found out about that. The Shiny Ninetales was considered as a Pokemon that could use black magic so she could curse somebody. When Ace was about to wake up, he got a dream where Ninetales told him about the fact that he wasn't a good person and that he was going to be cursed. As Ace woke up, he just went down the stairs and didn't thought about the dream. He was already dressed and ready to go get his first Pokemon. "I'm going mom!" Ace shouted as he walked out the house. On his way towards Sandegem, everything was okay but when he was just inside of Professor Dawn and Professor Lucas their lab, he felt a bit weird but he didn't gave any attention to it. "I'm here," Ace said as he walked towards the two.

The laboratory was very quiet today, which Chikorita certainly hadn't expected. She knew what day it was, certainly. It was her moving day. The day when she was assigned herself a rookie Pokmon trainer. It was an interesting thought, and while she could have quite easily decided that she wasn't going to go, it seemed like fun. Time outside of Sandgem was seldom spent, and Chikorita would often feel like she had gotten far too used to this place. Outside seemed much more exciting to her, and today was finally her chance to find out what it was like... but nobody had arrived so far, and it was nearing midday. For a while she had worried that nobody was going to come around, and that she'd be trapped working in the lab for the rest of her life. It wasn't a bad place, but it was a little boring. It might have been a little easier to relax if she couldn't smell... whatever that was. Some kind of indescribable smell that made her skin tingle. It seemed to be growing stronger as the day went by, and while she tried her best to rest for an hour or two before someone arrived, it just didn't seem to be working.

Ace shook his hair back good. "Yes. My name is Ace," Ace said as he shook the hand of professor Dawn. After the handshake, Lucas arrived with a Pokedex. "Dawn, I put the Pokedex on your desk," Lucas said. Ace hadn't finished his sentence when Lucas interrupted him but then he continued, "And yes, I'm here for my Pokemon." Ace was quite curious about what choice he had, he hoped a Growlithe like his father had picked but he only saw the Chikorita walking around in the lab. He tried to be polite so he wasn't going to ask when he was going to get his Pokemon, he just looked at both of the Professors. "Can you handle this, Dawn?" Lucas asked. "I'm going to call Professor Junior Oak from Pallet Town to inform him about the Pokemon he had sent us." Dawn nodded and Lucas went to another room.

As a figure burst through the door, Chikorita's head immediately flicked up. Was he the first trainer to arrive, perhaps? Chikorita hoped so. The excitement was begining to wear thin, and the smell, whatever it was, had grown stronger. She was eager to get into the fresh air where it wasn't so strong, whatever was causing it. It was actually starting to smell quite pleasant, but it was still a little bit overpowering. Almost immediately she clambered up onto her short legs and too the time to examine the man as best she could. He seemed fine enough, although the scent was still making it difficult to think straight. Her cream skin still continued to tingle, almost like a winter breeze. Dawn turned around hearing the man behind her speak. It was one of those wanting to start their Pokemon journey. Pokemon labs were usually a good place to start. "Hey," Professor Dawn said, holding out a hand to shake. "You must be Ace Masters, correct? Here for your Pokemon?" It wasn't a guess. A few other people were booked in for today, but Ace was the only male trainer on that list.

"I don't really like a Squirtle," Ace said, analyzing all of the Pokemons that were standing in front of him. "The Torchic is also not one of my favorites but I do like that Chikorita." As Chikorita approached him, he lifted it up and petted her head. "I'm going to call you Acacia," Ace said to this little Chikorita. "Professor, my choise is this Chikorita," Ace said with a smile. He didn't knew that he was smelling different then he was smelling normal because of the curse that he was told about in his dream. "Is this everything?" Ace asked to Dawn, she shook her head and walked over to her desk, taking a Pokedex. "This is the Pokedex and it records data of all Pokemon that you have encountered on your journey," Dawn said to him as she handed it over. "Thanks!" Ace responded with a smile. "Good luck on your journey," Dawn said, polite. Ace walked out of the lab and walked towards the beach where he was always sitting to calm down, it was close to the woods and he sat down against a rock where nobody could see him. "Acacia? How are you?" Ace asked with a smile.

"Well, you're the first one to arrive," Dawn said. "So that means you've got plenty to choose from." She moved over, carrying a few sheets of paper which we quickly moved around the laboratory. Bringing a suitcase over to the table, she flicked it open. Inside there were two Pokeballs. There appeared to be a space for a third ball, but it was empty. Pulling out the two, she pressed the buttons on the end, and a beam of red light shot out of each. Upon the table appeared two small Pokemon. One with enough knowledge of Pokemon would recognise them as Torchic and Squirtle. "And we've got a Chikorita over there," continued Dawn, pointing over to the corner. As if on cue, Chikorita began her slow approach towards the soon to be trainer. She gave a smile, moving up towards Ace's leg. That smell. That delightful smell grew stronger as she moved closer to him. Was it him, perhaps? It grew sweeter and more delicious as she moved closer. It was so strange. Chikorita brushed her head against the man's leg, almost like a cat. She wasn't sure what it was, but that smell just made her want to purr like a kitten. "Seems like she already likes you."

Things were starting to become difficult for Terry McGinnis, aka Batman. Of course it wasn't being Batman, that was actually the schway part, beating up bad guys and having the cool toys to do it was great; it was the mild mannered part that was starting to kill him. Trying to do the miracle balancing act was slaging impossible! Between high school, his family, his girlfriend (well now ex-girlfriend), and practically everything else that was not batman related were all suffering due to Batman. Thankfully right now was Batman time and he was looking to crack a few skulls to blow off steam. So now he was cruising around Gotham in the sleek and stealthy Batmobile that flew above the Gotham skyline, everyone below unaware of his presence. That was good, more thugs were more likely to try something stupid if they didn't know he was out there, watching. This whole time he had been silent, most likely due to the fact of his assessment of his current state. The silence was broken by the sound of a gruff man over the intercom spoke, "Terry, is everything alright? You're pretty quiet." Terry shook off his train of thought to focus on the task at hand. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Just thinking." He stepped on the gas and the Batmobile rocketed faster across the sky. Terry looked down at the scanner and still saw nothing blip or flash across it. "Kind of quiet tonight, think I could turn in early?" Bruce thought for a moment and came to a conclusion, "One more sweep of the city and then come back to the cave." Terry smiled and pushed the jet to its limits to make it go by faster. On the last few minutes of his sweep Bruce came back on the com, "Ace wants outside, I'll be away from the batcomputer for awhile." Terry nodded and finished the sweep. Once done he turned the jet around and pointed it toward Wayne Manor. Bruce got up from the comfy chair and reached for his cane. Ace was already halfway up the steps of the batcave and out the secret door. "What's gotten into him? I already let him out a half hour ago." He didn't think much of it and started hobbling his way up the steps and out of the cave. When he reached the front lawn he saw Ace sitting on his haunches and licking an oddly dressed girl on the face. "Tresspasers," He growled. He walked over and nudged her with his cane, "Get up!" He shouted, "And get off of my property!"

Nowhere: Triad Orange teetered on the edge of the endless abyss. The floating slab of stone, drifting endlessly through the Time Trapper's domain was crumbling as the swirling red vortex sucked in everything around it. She had never experienced an environment where her flight ring wouldn't stabilize her, even in the vacuum of space where there was no "up" or "down", she could find solace in the control her ring gave her over her orientation and direction. But here, in this space outside of time and space, there was barely a forward or a backward, and her thoughts were panicked, unfocussed. All she could do was shout out to her other self and flail and try to get her heels back onto something solid. "Lu-lu-lu... Luornu!" she cried as the pull of the vortex finally overwhelmed her imagined gravity and pulled her free of the disintegrating rock. A few meters away, and yet simultaneously infinitely far off, Triad White-Purple laid a crippling, nose crunching punch straight into the face of one of the Trapper's thralls. Looking up and around at Saturn Girl's psychic warning, barely felt against the warm wash of psychic protection she often put up in her minds when in the heat of battle, she spotted her other self hurtling towards the vortex. Her breath abandoned her as she instinctively willed herself "forward" at the vortex, arms outstretched. Though her other self felt infinitely far off, somehow their hands linked almost instantly, and they were whole before either had a chance to realize it. The overwhelming sense of falling flooded Prime's mind, as the backwash of Orange's panic, if only for an instant, paralysed her. The vortex closed around her, and Saturn Girl's warm psychic embrace puffed out of existence. Gotham: Blinding light and pain struck her. She literally shattered into her base components, Purple coming down hard and leaping to her feet, White forcing herself up on one arm before collapsing again, and Orange tumbling helplessly, like a rag-doll, moaning pitifully. Downtown: Purple tried to draw her feet up under her, felt her arm sagging, and then the pain hammered through her like a cruiser through a building. "AAAH! SPROCKING NAZZING FRAK!" Purple cursed as she fell to one knee, sucked air between her teeth as her dislocated arm made her torso feel as if it were tearing apart, and not in the good way. She quickly looked around, her vision still fuzzy, looking for a place, a corner of a wall, to knock her shoulder back into place. She was in a dark, damp alley, garbage piled high along the walls, giving her no place to knock her shoulder. Where she could see wall, she saw... paint? Purple paint, a crude clown... grinning. One thing she didn't see, as she staggered to her feet, were her other two selves. Uptown: White's vision was blurry, but she could see faces. Faces looking down at her. She felt like she was floating. Red and blue lights were illuminating the white jackets of the two standing over her, their words seeming far, far off. They were shining a little white light in her eyes. "Her eye's aren't dilating at the same rate... yeah, pretty big contusion over the left temple. Gently... Her left eye is... it's purple, you ever see that, Benny?" "Bleeding into her eye, probably, kid's pretty messed up... there we go..." The feeling of sliding on rails jarred something painful in Luornu's chest and she cried out in pain. Her eyes coming clearer into focus with the shock of it. "Well, she's more responsive," Benny said, climbing up into the ambulance, shining the light in her eyes as Roger went around to the driver's side. "Let's take her to East Mercy, then, ride's longer but they've got better neurology dep." "Again, man, hating on Doc Regj. West Mercy is just fine." "Then you get behind the wheel," Roger said, slamming the driver's side door. "Wha...? Where...?" Luornu moaned, reaching out a hand, only to have it be caught by Benny and gently guided back down to the gurney where it was strapped down. "Easy there, Darling, you'll be fine, just stay calm, this'll make you feel a lot better, just breath deeply," he said as he put the facemask over her mouth and nose and turned on the gas. Luornu stayed awake, but, for some reason, didn't really mind being either immobile or being taken where ever it was she was being taken. The pain in her chest and head also felt like distant memories... On The Outskirts of Town Orange was dreaming of White holding her gently, kissing her face, her short brown hair tickling her forehead and eye and her ear. Her kisses becoming more passionate, more wet and... "Mmmm... Luory, that fee~eels sooo~ nii~iice..." Orange moaned as she rubbed her face into the grass. Ace continued licking her face, the huge black Great Dane sitting and looking over his shoulder, whining plaintively, then barking for attention. He went back down and licked the face of the strange girl who had fallen onto Master's lawn, here in the manor garden.

Bruce was still upset that a kid would come on to his property like this, but that brought up a thought. Why would a kid come here of all places? Practically everyone in Gotham knew to stay away from Wayne Manor. The only ones who regularly came was Terry and Barbara, so what was her deal? Taking another look at her he noticed the orange jumpsuit on her with a strange triangle symbol in the center of her chest. She finally woke up and called him Mr. Brande, "Excuse me?" He asked. With that Ace barked and growled at her sensing his masters discomfort. Bruce put a hand on his head and Ace backed off. The next action she took surprised him. She kept straight into the air and stayed there, "Meta," Bruce murmured and Ace resumed his barking. Must be one of Clark's new protogs. His assumption was strengthened when she asked which way was Metropolis. Bruce went into Batman mode, a nostalgic feeling returning, and studied her with a detectives eye. She was flying with no visible technological help, she was obviously wearing a costume with nothing to hide her identity, and she was asking for Metropolis. Kryptonian? No, Kara was the last one to come to earth, the rest remained in Kandor according to Clark. So who was she? Either way he was not happy. As she went higher he yelled, "When you get back there tell Clark my home is not a safehouse for League members!!" With that she was gone and Bruce hurried back to the cave to inform Terry of what happened. Speaking of Terry, he was heading back to the cave, happy to be done for the night. That was until his scanners picked up something. He slammed the Batmobile to a stop and looked at what the scanners was picking up. He was surprised to see that it was Nth metal. "Nth metal?" Terry asked himself, "What the hell is War Hawk doing in Gotham?" He turned the Batmobile to where the signal was coming from and sped off toward it. When he arrived at the source of the signal he was shocked to not see War Hawk, but a girl in a purple jump suit. "What the frack?" What was more alarming was the amount of Jokerz she was taking on. She was on the ground with one on her back and he decided she needed backup. He slid the cockpit door open and lept from it. He activated his rocket boots and made a b-line to the mutt on her back. He crashed into him and tossed him into a heap of garbage. While the Jokerz were busy bolstering themselves to take on Batman Terry went to check on the girl. He nudged her on her left shoulder, "Hey," He said in his deep gruff voice, "You ok?" That would have to wait since he heard the twirl of some chains and the sound of pipes being slapped against skin. He cracked his neck and turned around drawing two batarangs from his wrists. "Let's dance!" He then jumped into the fray and battled the Jokerz again for about the hundredth time.

Wayne Manor Luornu moaned and pushed herself up on her hands about an inch, muttered unintelligibly, then fell back on her face, rolled over onto her side. "Sorry... Mr. Brande..." she sighed. She must have slept in late - Luornu and Luornu must have gone ahead without her, or... Rubbing her eyes as she finally stood up, she saw they weren't next to her in... she wasn't in her bed. Looking around panicked, she looked up at the unfamiliar face of the old man brandishing a stick at her! The dog by the man's feet barked once and Luornu screamed - bolting up into the air, a good two meters into the air, hovering there and staring down, realizing she had startled them, or at least the dog, which was now barking madly at her. The man looked irritated. "Oh! I am so sorry! I must, I must... oh... Sorry, which was back to Metropolis?" she lifted another two meters into the air, looking around for a familiar city skyline... Saw only trees. There! The city was well off and... small... had there been a power outage around the rest of the city? Why couldn't she... she flew off in it's direction, holding her ring to her lips. "Braniac? Where am I...? Hello?" She stopped in mid air, over a... a river? How far out of Metropolis was she? Downtown Nerves were pinched between her arm and her shoulder. Her flight ring, controlled by nerve impulses, wasn't working. Lu slammed her shoulder into the corner of the building, popping it back into place. "AAAAH!! NAZZ-IT!" She screamed as the ball of bone popped back into place. She punched the wall with her good left arm, the sharp pain in her knuckles distracting her from the mind shattering pain in her shoulder. She wiggled the ring off her right index finger and worked it in her left palm till it was on her left index finger. "The sprock am I?" "Hey, pretty lady," came a voice like oil on sandpaper. "Wanna smell my pretty flower?" Lu looked around and saw a... clown? He was massive and squat and wore a black and red plaid coat, large oversized red shoes and baggy yellow pants. His makeup was all white and black and blue with red hair coming to points on either side of his head. He hand one hand behind a flower in his coat's lapel. His bared teeth were... filed down to points... "Smells real nice, come on, give it a sniff..." he indicated his flower with his other hand, black gloves with holes at the fingertips. "Seriously, back off," Lu growled as she lifted off the ground, one hand in a fist, held before her, elbow down, her bad arm hanging at her side, but elbow stiff - the best aerial fighting stance she could manage with her hurt arm. "Whoa... got a little meta in you, yeah? You wanna rumble little purple girl? You wanna run with the Jokers!" Suddenly there were more clowns, women in face-paint wielding tire irons and sledge hammers, males in outlandish clown costumes, swinging rubber chickens and juggling small black metal balls. Lu held her ring up to her lips. "Control? Where the grief am I...? AH!" a net shot from somewhere unseen smacked into her from behind, the weights throwing her off balance for a moment. "Sprock you!" She shouted and proceeded to fly straight up into the air, net and all. Two of the gang of clowns jumped... impossibly high, and grabbed onto the net, pulling her back down. "Fine!" she screamed, and turned in mid air, rushing at the ground at speeds she would normally save for travelling interplanetary distances, slamming them into the ground as she pulled what would be, without her ring, a bone snapping turn and fired back up into the air. She had the satisfaction of hearing something squish and break in each of her assailants as she flew back up into the sky. Another body, bigger than the others, slammed into her, coming horizontally from... maybe a building? Whatever it was, it had claws... Lu tumbled down toward the streets below, pain in her back from the sharp, shallow cuts that made it through her uniform...

Bruce was only part of the way down the steps in the cave when he heard the knock at his door. Strange, no company was expected and Terry only comes through the cave. Speaking of which Terry should have already been back by now. Either way Bruce went to go answer the door, proceeding with caution. When he reached the door he gripped his cane hard, ready to strike encase the visitor wasn't friendly. He opened the door and grew immediatley irritated, "You..." He gritted his teeth slightly, "I thought I told you that my home was not a refuge for Clark's little band of so called 'Justice League' members!" Not wanting to take this out on a kid he turned back and headed for the cave, leaving the door open so she could follow and hear this. He hobbled down to the cave and to the Batcomputer. He clicked a few buttons before an image of a middle aged Kryptonian, funny how he and Ckark are the same age and yet Clark looks 20 years younger, appeared on the screen. "Bruce!" Clark said in surprised, "I never expected to get a call from you." Clark then pointed to the annoying child. "Tell your sidekick to stay off my property! And that goes for the rest of your so called 'Justice League'!" Clark took a look at the girl and became befuddled. "I'm sorry Bruce but I've never seen her in my life before. Are you sure she's not one of yours? Has Terry quit?" Bruce scowled, if she wasn't from Clark's band of merry men the who in Christ sakes was she?! He cut the communication with Clark and opened a line for Terry, maybe something he saw in the field could explain this mysterious girl.... Terry felt right now that he was back to cracking skulls. Things just seemed to flow into one train of thought when he was fighting. Analyze, evaluate, dodge, block, counter. He tossed one baterang at a joker and hit him square between the eyes and dropping him to the floor. He was able to hear the whiff of a crowbar and ducked to see it whiz over his head. He got on his back and saw the joker come over him and try and take another swing at him. He loaded his legs back and released them as he sprang back up onto his feet, his feet connecting with the Jokers face on his way back up. He landed on his feet and looked around and saw the DeeDee's coming at him, joy. He used his second batarang and tripped one up. The one still coming jumped up and tried to drop kick him, he easily countered by side stepping and grabbing her legs. He swung her into another joker and wrapped them both up in his chain. He grabbed a loose end and swung them around like a ball and chain. Finally he finished the rest off and the two were left alone. He turned to look at her seething over some wounds she had and went to go check on her. He stopped when he heard the familiar click over the intercom. It was seiches later when Bruce's voice came on, "Terry I've got a situation here. A girl appeared at the major out of nowhere. She has short brown hair and is wearing a jumpsuit with a triangle symbol that's-" Terry jumped in saying, "Purple?" Bruce continued, "I was about to say orange... do you have a similar problem?" Terry nodded, "Let's compare notes." He continued his walk to the purple girl and said, "I need you to come with me."

On the Edge of Town Luornu couldn't reach Legion control - there should always be someone on monitor duty... The city she was flying over looked... colonial... small... the tallest of the towers were only about a mile high at the highest, there were... vehicles flying through the city haphazardly, and for a moment Luornu's heart froze thinking there was an evacuation underway... but there seemed to be a flow to the chaos... This was not a city she knew. Was it a planet she knew? She calmed down enough to decide on a place to settle down to the ground, atop a tower of the bridge spanning the river. The gravity felt... comfortable. Which meant if it wasn't Earth, it was a planet very close to it. She had been on Earth longer than her native Cragg, and so knew it's gentle pull better than any other... it felt like Earth... She set her ring to scan for local transmissions... there was no comm. traffic she could detect... she set it to a wider scan, and found a blast of sound coming through a very short range of signals, all the electromagnetic bands... She wished Luory was there, she would know, she was the technically inclined part of her. She heard a dog barking in the distance, and shot up into the air again, her hands covering her face. Then realized what she had done and grimaced, ashamed of herself, she was a legionnaire, she shouldn't be so jumpy... but where her other selves? And where was she? Rather than fly into a panic, she flew back across the river toward the isolated house she had left, circled it and, not seeing anyone, landed by the front door. It was made of wood... After a moment's hesitation, she knocked on it. "H-hello?" Downtown Lu jerked away from the prod to her good shoulder. Did she have a good shoulder now? There was blood in her eyes. The thing had gashed her forehead pretty good. She looked for it, found it in a bush some feet away, shaking it's head, and fly at full speed into it with her fist, flipped her feet out from under her in a wide arc while hovering and hit it in the side of the head again. "AAAAAAAARHHHHH!" She lowered to her feet and, realizing she had no other selves to support her, hesitated, unsure of how to proceed - was interrupted by a clown with a spiked club coming at her - ducked a swing, elbowed him in the back of the neck and kicked his feet out from under him. That felt good. She brought her foot up into the chin of a girl dressed like a stuffed dolly from Princess Projecta's room, grinned gleefully as she was knocked fully off her feet, dropping her crowbar. She basked too long in her opponent's pain, because a piece of wood hit her in her bad shoulder from the side, causing a scream of pain to come unbidden from her. Spinning into the air, she looked down to see a very short clown on another short clown's shoulders, wielding a large round stick of wood. "Base-ball bat" ran through her head. Super-Boy had had expressed an interest in the game and had shown him how the game was played. What were... Superboy... Time Trapper... a base-ball bat... Time... She looked around, guessing she had transported someone else in time. What the nass era had roving clown marauders? Sadly, none of Triad's selves were much interested in Earth history... She realized no one was paying attention to her, and a new shot of anger ran through her as she looked down (she had unconsciously floated higher than she realized) and noticed that the clowns were all focusing on someone else, someone in all black, with... antennae? No... Ears? Big black pointy ears? The image on his chest was a big red... What was that? A Bird? No, that wasn't a beak, they were ears too, but then... "Bat? Baseball Bat? Bat... Boy?" She rushed down just as this man in black was using a clown on a chain as a mace, swinging the hapless clown around in a wide circle by the very chain the clown had meant to use as a weapon against the man in black. She came down with her heel on the back of one of the bigger clown's necks, back flipped off of him and into the two small clowns who had hit her in the shoulder. "Little trolls!" she picked up the baseball bad and began hitting them with it, using her good hand, until another clown came up behind her, she moved out of the way, and raised the bat, only to have him run past her, away from the man in black, holding his bloody red nose... Lu laughed seeing that. Threw the bat down on the ground and watched the man in black clean up the last insistent antagonists, most either lying on the ground groaning or scampering off to lick their wounds. She squinted and thought back hard... "Bat Lad... Bat Boy... Bat... Man? Bat Man?" That stuck in her head more than anything else. She sucked air through her teeth, as the breeze stung her back, reaching behind her, she felt the wet blood and torn fabric behind her. There was more blood running down her forehead... "Sprock me..." she muttered. She hoped this era had invented disinfectant... or the study of medicine all together for that matter. Her only condolence was watching how massively the man in black was womping these clowns. She bared white teeth watching him crack noses and bones and kidneys with his fists and feet. "Bat Man..." she muttered again, mesmerized by the elegance in the violence, something in that ringing true.

Clark was confused at Bruce's call, the girl seemed familiar to him but he couldn't put a name to a face. Then she called out his name, his Kryptonian name, and things came back to him. "Bruce wait!" It was too late, Bruce had already cut the transmission. He turned to Aquagirl, "Can you reopen the channel?" Aquagirl shook her head, "Sorry Kal, his signal is too encrypted. It would take days to even get a text based message to him." Clarke grew slightly aggitated, what was Lory doing back in the 21st century? Terry was now confused. When he was without arms reach of the girl she fell forward on him and she was... hitting on him, or at least that's what he thought. She certainly talking like it but she almost sounded like she was drunk or delusional. Was she seriously hitting on Batman? Normally women just thanked him and ran away from him, so what was her angle? Was she trying to get to him, soften him up for a critical blow? His train of thought was interrupted by her hand gripping his ass, he almost jumped out of the suit at that. Without warning she just passed out in his arms forcing him to catch her. "Oh you have to be karking kidding me!! The one girl to hit on me in weeks and she passes out right after!" He picked her up and clicked the center of his belt. The Batmobile lowered from the sky and touched down in the ground. He got in and clicked the auto pilot destination, cave. Bruce was waiting in the cave when Terry finally came back to the cave, the mystery girl still beside him. Terry opened the cockpit, still carrying the girl. "What happened?" Bruce asked. "Girl passed out after she and I took care of some Jokerz. Didn't think Mutts claws did that much to someone. Terry set her down on the examining table and Bruce took a look at her. "The scratches and plus she has impact trauma as well as a dislocated shoulder." Terry was confused, "How can you tell? Her shoulder looks fine." Bruce chuckled, "That's because she popped it back into place, rather curdley but it got the job done, the trauma from the injury is still there though. It's gonna take a day or two before she can exert it again." Terry looked up to see the exact same girl but in an orange suit. "Who's she?" Bruce have her a passing glance, "I still don't know yet. I was hoping something from her could tell us who."

Wayne Manor The door swung open. "You..." the old man said through gritted teeth. "Um, hello, Sir," Luornu said, cringing at the apparent anger. "I'm sorry, can you, um tell me..." "I thought I told you that my home was not a refuge for Clark's little band of so called 'Justice League' members!" "J-justice League? Clark - You mean Clark Kent? You know Super- Um, sir?" She followed the old man into the house. He knew Superboy? Maybe, wait - Justice League... that was... "Um, s-sir? Can I just, hello?" She followed the man into a kitchen off the main foyer, and through a... secret passage behind an old clock? There were stairs, and Luornu floated down them after the old man. "S-sir?" The dog was growling at her again. "N-nice doggy..." she said, trying to placate the large, angry black dog as it followed its master, laid down next to the chair the old man sat in. A screen came on with an image of... an older Superman, in his grey uniform. "S-superboy?" Luornu muttered. "Bruce!" the older Superman called the old man. "I never expected to get a call from you." The old man gestured at her with a thumb over his shoulder. "Tell your sidekick to stay off my property! And that goes for the rest of your so called 'Justice League'!" Superman looked at Luornu, who couldn't find words, let along explain her presence. "I'm sorry Bruce but I've never seen her in my life before. Are you sure she's not one of yours? Has Terry quit?" "Um..." Luornu said. "K-Kal...?" Something changed in Superman's expression as recognition seemed to dawn over him, and just as Luornu's hopes began to raise, and Superman looked as if he were going to say something, the old man, Bruce, closed the channel. "Um... excuse me?" Luornu said, shyly. The dog growled at her again. "Uh... never mind..." Downtown "I need you to come with me," the man in black said as he approached her. Through the blood and the pain, she managed to smile and leaned in toward him. "Okay," she purred, putting her good hand on his shoulder, half fell, half lowered herself against his torso, leaning against him, putting her head on his shoulder, rubbing her cheek against his chin and neck. "Keep showing me a good time like that and I'll let you take me anywhere you want." Her injured arm was folded in-between their bodies now, her palm on his chest, feeling the muscle, her other hand stretched down around the small of his back and down... to squeeze his butt. "Oooh, firm..." Suddenly she felt whoozy and... he really did have a firm butt. Then she passed out.

Terry comtinued to stare at the unconscious girl on the examination table and watched Bruce do careful examination of the girl and her i juries. His attention only turning away when the girl in orange introduced herself as Luornu Durgo. "Luornu," Terry commented to himself, "What kind of name is Luornu?" Thinking more about her name made Terry chuckle at the ridiculous sound of the name. The chuckle turned into full laughter when she said that the girl on the table was Luornu Durgo as well. "Right and I'm actually Bruce's kid!" Bruce had the opposite reaction, his face was stern almost as if he believed her. Terry wasn't surprised, Bruce had probably seen everything during his time as Batman and wasn't ready to scratch anything off the list of possibilities. His attention switched back to the purple girl as she finally gained consciousness. Terry went to go grab the medical supplies knowing Bruce would want to treat her so he could keep her stable while he got answers from her. As he went to get the kit the orange girl rushed past him, "Wait!" He called. The point he was about to make became moot when Luornu touched the other girl and they merged into one! "Shway," he said in response. Bruce didn't seem too surprised, but that changed when he saw the gashes and wounds he was about to treat turn to bruises, "Fascinating," he said in response. The two shut up and listened as she explained herself. "Of course it was time travel." Bruce said, he figured it had to be something that was impossible. Terry was still trying to wrap his head around it, "The 31st century?!" Terry sat down in the nearest chair taken back by the revelation. He sort of blanked the res of the way until she asked when and where she was to which Terry responded to with, "Gotham City, 2039."

The Bat-Cave Luornu was used to being invisible. Not as well as Invisible Boy, of course, but as well as any good corporate personal assistant - the old man, Bruce, had the air of a corporate executive about him, like Mr. Brande or Mr. McCauley - and like Brande and McCauley it looked like "Bruce" was a manager of super-heroes. After all, he knew Superman. She stood back, kept quiet and watched. She had slowly lowered to the ground. The dog was still growling at her intermittently, but seemed less interested in her that something else that Luornu eventually discovered was a primitive - though beautiful - sleek craft that came down through a hole in the roof of the cave. A man in black got out of the vehicle holding... herself. At first, Luornu was overjoyed to see her other third again, but then - seeing that she wasn't moving, and that there was blood on her face, Luornu put her hands over her face to stifle a gasp. "Who's she?" The man in black said as he helped put her other body down on a high bed. Bruce turned around and looked at her briefly, "I still don't know yet. I was hoping something from this one could tell us." "Um... I'm Luornu Durgo - and, um, that's me too..." That was it, she couldn't say any more until she knew... until she was sure... Bruce and the man in black were asking her questions, but she couldn't focus on anything but herself, lying on the table before her. She saw herself take a breath, and rushed forward happily until she touched one finger to her other body, and merged with her, sucked herself together until they were one. The shock of memories and merging injuries were jarring. The memory of the injured shoulder nearly sent her back into unconsciousness. She had bruises on her forehead, neck and back where gashes had been when they were separated. Her shoulder sore and swollen, but better than it had been for Triad Purple alone to bare. Still, they shouldn't separate for a while while Purple healed. Her outfit was half orange and half purple now, with a purple and orange triangle in the middle, and no white down the centre of her torso or the insides of her thighs. Her right eye was lilac and her left eye was amber. The holes in her costume on the back were completely repaired, or at least they looked that way in this configuration. Her gloves and boots were still white. Triad shook herself, Orange and Purple's memories merging as she sat up. She rubbed her face. "Time travel... I'm from the Legion of Superheroes, 31st Century Metropolis. Big bad end of the world battle with a time travel villain in the future. Probably okay now but... well, time travel," she said as if that were an explanation enough, after all, she was talking to two people who were essentially her colleagues in the super-hero trade. "And you're Batman," she said without looking at either of them specifically, then looked up at the two. "I'm sorry, Mr. uh... Bruce, I'm afraid you didn't see me at my best," she nodded with a little of Orange's courteousness. "And you," she turned to Bat Man, grinning cattily. "I'm afraid you saw me at my worst, yeah?" She coughed before she could say anything else, holding her left hand up to cover her mouth, her two Legion Flight Rings on full display. She studied in her hand, pulled one of the rings off and put it on a finger of her right hand. "Now then, when and where the grief am I?"

Terry got a nasty little thought when she back talked him about his exclemation. He held his arms out wide and then slammed his hands together that made a loud clapping sound that echoed through the cave. "Terry," Bruce said with a stern and warning tone. "Sorry," He said with a slight laugh, "I couldn't resist!" Thinking about how jovial and juvenile he was sounding it mind of counteracted the whole dark and grimacing look of the Batsuit. To get rid of that he gripped the spot where the mask ended and removed it from his face and tossed it on the table. He ran his hands through his hair and felt how messy and tangled it was due to the mask. He quickly fixed that by smoothing it out with his hands and quaffed it to the side as usual. He sat down in the big comfy chair infront of the batcomputer while the rest of this stuff sorted out. Bruce paid closer attention now as the newly inter girl walked around like nothing had ever happened. "We'll keep the name basis to anonymous until we can figure out what the situation with you is." The adage of how Gotham is a district and not a city was strange. "In your time maybe, but in this time it is still Gotham City so that's something your going to have to get used to." At the mention of Clarke Bruce got up from his seat and walked over to lock the batcomputer to make sure she couldn't attempt to contact him with out his consent. "No," He growled, "If your memory is collective then you should know why I won't." He then left the cave. Terry shook his head, "Yeah that's a bad move with him, he and Clark don't really get along anymore."

"Yes..." Luornu said quietly. "The 31st century by earth calendar. And I've got a massive headache, so could you keep the exclamations to a reasonable volume, thank you." She rubbed her temples as she stood up. "It's what my mother named me, thank you very much. And, at least in my time, it's generally considered polite to introduce yourself after someone tells you their name. Also... wait, Gotham isn't a City, it's a district of Metropolis..." Thinking of Metropolis made her think of Superman. He was... She felt weak just remembering how amazing he had aged - that white hair on the sides, that salt and pepper on top, that Kryptonian military uniform that she had seen him wearing in some of the pictures of statues and paintings that adorned her and her friends' rooms... "Can we talk to Kal-El again? I've never seen him all grown up before, well, not in person, that is. Is he still with Lana Lang or is he single now?"

Terry was still not used to people referring to Superman by his Kryptonian name, Bruce always referred to him as Clark, so did the files he kept on him. He remained in the chair while Luornu went into what sounded like fangirl, or crush, mode and talked about how he's so perfect. "Perfect?" A few chuckles escaped him as he remembered the time Clark, or Kal as she liked to call him, went under the control of Starro and almost killed all of his Justice League. "Trying to say he's perfect is practically impossible, especially if you're trying to tell that to Bruce. You should have been here a couple months ago, then you would be thinking differently about that." Still Clark was a nice guy, it's hard to think what caused him and Bruce to have such a big rift between the two. He swiveled in the chair more while trying to find something to do, now that patrol was over there was nothing left for Batman to do, but he still didn't know what to do with her. He turned to her when she mentioned there was more of her, "Wait there are even more of you?" Now the real question was, could they all assimilate into one like that or was it just between the purple and orange one? The ring she mentioned piqued his interest, "Space you say?" He thought about it but shook his head. "Nah, Bruce wouldn't want me to do anything like that without first discussing how we would handle this. Besides, the Batmobile can get into space, but there's no need, there are still the same nine planets out there, nothing's changing any time soon."

Luornu glared at the man in black for his rude behaviour. Then he took his mask off and her grimace lessened slightly. Mystery man was pretty cute when he wasn't being a little squaj. "Bruce" was telling her that he didn't want to tell her their names. "You know as soon as I get back home I can just look you up in an ancient history text, right?" That didn't seem to go over well and the old man left the cave for the house upstairs. He also didn't seem to like the idea of calling "Clark", by which she meant Kal's adopted name, Clark Kent. The man in black shook his head, "Yeah that's a bad move with him, he and Clark don't really get along anymore." "How can anyone not get along Kal? He's, like, literally the perfect man? He's 'Super' man." Luornu leaned against the examination table, trying to look casual and trying to hide the fact that she was leaning on it for support. Luornu remembered Brainiac telling her that Kal wore his Legion ring even after he had grown up, and that, if they absolutely needed him, they could call him through time using Brainy's stupid time travel death-traps. Luornu held up her ring and used a setting she hadn't used in, by her point of view, over a year, that for Superboy's ring. "Superboy - er, Superman, this is Triad, come in... Hello?" She waited a few minutes. "Hello...? Shit..." She sighed and rubbed her temples, her headache having diminished somewhat. She thought for a moment. Superman could fly, so maybe he could just need the ring for flying through space? Could he not be wearing the ring? For someone who tended to wear three rings at once that seemed irresponsible. She looked over at the man in black swiveling in the chair under the ancient computer. Half of her wanted to attack him and force herself on top of him. The other half really wanted to go up-stairs and beg the old man to let them call Kal-El again. Eventually she made a decision. "How about this, Mystery Man, you tell me your name, and help me find where the rest of me has gotten to, and I'll let you borrow one of my flight rings. What do you say?" She pulled off one of her rings and held it up. After all, she needed to stay together in order to heal properly, and she would only need one ring in the meantime. "It'll let you fly in space..." she gave her voice a tantalizing lilt to tempt him, holding up the Legion ring.

Terry continued to swivel in the chair, ignoring the little quip about the planets. Damn people from the future, it was like they were cheating in the past with all of their knowledge from the future. He cocked a brow at her when she tried to accuse him of feeling her up on the ride over to the cave. "Well if you were paying attention, which how could you you were unconscious, then you would have noticed my hands remained under the crook of your knees and on your shoulders." Which was true, Terry had remained chaste the whole time. Though the thought did cross his mind on the way over, she had taken a squeeze out of his ass before so why shouldn't he gotten a grab out of her, but the thoughts never turned into action. Terry lowered the eyebrow and kept a straight face when she threatened to leave. "Then go ahead," Bruce's deep booming voice came from the top of the stairs. He was walking down the steps as he had remembered a 911 call earlier that mentioned a girl in a white junp suit. From the vacinity the call came from the people from Gotham General should have come and gotten her. He reached the bottom of the steps and went to the computer and unlocked it. "I give you five minutes before you come knocking on my door again seeing as one of your halves only took three before she came back." He typed on the keyboard and brought up the call. "This was a call I intercepted earlier matching her description but in a white version of their outfit. Go to Gotham General and find out her story and see if it matches up with hers." Terry got up from the chair and grabbed his mask, slidin it back on to his face. "On it," Terry said in his deep Batman voice. He hopped in the Batmobile and took off for Gotham General leaving Luornu to do what she wanted.

"Oh... nine planets..." Had the Sol system ever had nine planets? Triad thought back to history lessons... nothing came up. Between constructed planets using Kryptonian technology, wandering planets and exploding planets, any number of changes could have happened in the last thousand years to bring the number to the eleven that Luornu knew. "Still, come on, tell me your name, at least. You owe me - I saw you, carrying my unconscious body out of that very small cock-pit, don't tell me you didn't cop a feel or two, Mr. Hero," she said indignantly, crossing her arms. "Plus, if I'm not looking for my other body right now, I'm bored." She slipped her ring on. "And if I'm bored I'm leaving." It was a bluff, of course, she probably shouldn't go anywhere with Purple in this condition, but... She stared down the man in the chair.

Bruce remained stone faced after the girl insulted him about his attitude. "I never expected historytoremember me." Yes it was always the song of the byronic hero that went unsung, no one remembers the outcasts, the black sheep. Though recognition wasn't why Bruce became Batman, Terry always reminded him of that. When the girl left to follow Terry he opened a communication line with Terry. "You've got a tail." Terry received the communication and responded back. "I figured she would come, I wonder why the sensors haven't picked her up yet? Something on her must be something the Batmobile can't pick up." "Just stay aware." Bruce said and the line went dead again. Terry kept the jet in stealth mode just to keep things interesting for her. He swerved in and out of the skyline until the large red cross of Gotham General Hospital was in sight. Terry reopened the line to ask Bruce, "I need the floor and room number." Terry stayed on the line while he listened to Bruce at away at the computer until he came back with her. "Got it, they have her listed as a Jane Doe, the only one in the whole hospital. They brought her in with multiple abrasions and contusions, all cope coinciding with heavy impact injuries, reports say witnesses saw her falling from the sky." "Weird," Terry replied, "So what's the room number?" "4th floor, room 5." Terry pulled the Batmobile to the window of the specified room and opened the cockpit. He picked the lock on the window and gently slid it open before slipping in to the room without a sound. He crept quietly to the bed and looked at her charts, he didn't know if she was still conscious and didn't notice anything when he came in the room.

"You're a very mean old man, Bruce," she told him. "No wonder history's forgotten you." Whether or not that was true wasn't something Luornu could be sure about. But she did manage to take off after the man in black and his vehicle. It couldn't hope to outrun her. But once it got into the sky it faded from sight. Luornu sighed and pulled out her Omnicom from its pouch on her belt. With the scanning feature it was all too easy to track. And Luornu followed just above and behind the cloaked vehicle as they weaved through the city's buildings and skyways. On the flight to the hospital, Luornu tried to distract herself from what might have happened to her other self. She tried to remember how she could get back to her own time from here. Who had she encountered from this time period before besides Superboy? There was that Rip Hunter guy but... how could one ever find him? There were time travelling villains a plenty that she had read about who infested Earth's timelines, she had had to review the files as part of Legion training. Degaton, Warp, Chronos, numerous magic users. She knew that Superman could help her. Or at least use his ring to get in contact with... no, wait, did it work that way? She was having trouble thinking clearly without her other self. She hated being separated from herself for too long. Hopefully these "super heroes" were taking her toward her other body.

Terry continued looking at her charts. It was strange looking at it, the standard set of drugs they used didn't seem to work, not Carisoprodol, or Diazepam, or Cyclobenzaprine, not even good ol' morphine. She didn't respond to them at all, at most they were just throwing in more liquids into her body. They had only gotten the standard set of antibiotics to take. That raised a few questions for Terry, if the standard set of drugs to keep a standard human sedated didn't work then what was she? "Hey," he whispered, "Are you awa-" That was the last syllable he could get out before Luornu dove onto the bed. "Wait I!!" Then he watched as she assimilated in front of him, yet again. Watching that again should be way schway but it just made more questions come up. Was she meta, was she alien, or was she some sort of evolved human from the future? He shook it off as the drone of the machines monotone sound of no heartbeat pulled him from there. He looked to see that she was exactly the same as the last time he saw her except with an updated look to her jumpsuit, now covered in the standard white hospital gown. He waited for her to get everything together as she got over the fact that she just absorbed a part of herself that had almost her whole chest impacted. The wait was cut short by the sound of nurses rushing down the hallway to try and save her. There was no time to find a stupid ring. He grabbed Luornu by the hand and yanked her out of the bed and out the window. He put her in the cockpit and closed it once he was in and rocketed off back to the cave to update Bruce in this.

Luornu watched the man in black get out of his cockpit and climb through the window, she waited to see if he would go far, then could no longer restrain herself and flew in after him. It took her eyes a second to adjust to the low light, but she saw him standing over a bed, looking at a form on a clipboard. Then she saw herself and rushed over, diving into herself. She came awake with a gasp as she felt her chest re-inflate fully, her bones realigning and snapping back into place. It hurt - it hurt horribly. Plus the drugs that were still coursing through her system, while diminished by two thirds, were still powerful, and made her woozy. Looking down at herself, she realized she was still wearing her uniform with only the orange and purple sections, her Triad-white uniform had been taken from her by the hospital staff. Over her uniform now she wore a white hospital gown. She tugged at the tie in the back and yanked that off from over her jump suit as well as the sheets. In the bio-fusion, the sensors and needles had already come out of and off of her body. The machines by her bed were now making a long, prolonged noise that made her headache all the worse. "Holy nass, I feel like death on a cracker, let's get out of here," she said to the man in black even as she heard commotion coming down the hallway. Looking at her hands, she swore again. "Wait, they took one of my rings..."

Terry zoomed the Batmobile over the dark skyline. He was surprised to feel her snuggle back into his chest, he hadn't felt that since Dana and he were dating. He refocused his attention back to flying so they wouldn't crash. The focus was broken when she even stated that she wasn't even. "Really?!" He really shouldn't be surprised at this point, he had met a Kryptonian, a half-Thanagaria half-human, an Atlantian, a waking Nuclear reactor, a woman who was waking ink, he really shouldn't react at hearing that he had just met another non-human. It's just that the fact that she looked so human he would have never guessed it, well after looking at her medical charts it was a possibility, but there could have been another explanation. She asked him the gameplan for now and he himself didn't know. "We'll go back and drop off the Batmobile and then I guess Bruce and I will find a place for you to stay." He went back to flying before smirking, "I have a name..." He felt a little rebellious and decided to break protocol. "It's Terry, Terry McGinnis. Nice to meet you Luornu, am I pronouncing that right? Sorry if I'm wrong, alien names from the future tend to be confusing for me." After that he gave a small little chuckle thinking he was hilarious. Finally they reached the batcave and he set the craft down. He opened the canopy and gently helped her out of it before stepping out himself and taking off his mask revealing the face of Terry McGinnis once again. Bruce turned in his chair, "Where's the other girl?" Terry waved his hand to her, "You're looking at her, they assimilated again and now three are one." Bruce tucked his hands under his chin, "Interesting." Terry went to grab his civillian clothes and went to change. When he returned he was in his standard set of jeans, a black v-neck t-shirt, and his brown leather jacket. "So what now? Where is she going to go?" Bruce began the shutdown process of the batcomputer, "She'll go to your home." "What?!?! How am I going to explain this to my mom! 'Hey mom look who found out in the streets, a random girl!'" Bruce shook his head, "Just tell her they're my distant cousin visiting from Metropolis, simple as that." Terry took it a step further, "And if she ends up splitting again?" Bruce had an answer for that to, "Tell her they're twins or triplets." He sighed in slight frustration, "Alright, I'll give it a shot." Terry turned to Luornu, "I guess your crashing with me." He nodded for her to follow him to the steps but before he could leave Bruce called for Terry and tossed him a cash card. "What's this for?" "Clothes, she can't go around in that jumpsuit forever. Take her tomorrow." Terry nodded and continued his way out to his bike. "Hop on," he said, he didn't have a an extra helmet so he would have to go without the helmet to give it to her. Arriving back at his family's apartment he snuck her in, thankfully everyone was asleep. He decided she could crash in his bed for now until his mom made something for her. He took her to his room and immediatley flopped on to his bed, "Bathroom is down the hall if you need it, other than that feel free to crash wherever you want." With that he closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep.

She was whole again and part of her regretted it. Luornu winced at the painful healing fractures still present in her re-inflated chest, the bruised tissue in her head and lungs. She was dizzy from the rush of memories and sensations as her bodies reintegrated, to the point where she barely protested as the man in black lifted her out of her bed and carried her into his vehicle. As he closed the canopy, she got a brief glimpse of light spilling into the large patient room, nurses rushing in equipment. "I'm amazed they didn't kill part of me - I'm not even human, you know," she muttered, sitting in his lap, craning her sore neck to see out the red-tinted canopy, see all the readouts. She needed to get her ring back - true, she had others and Brainy could always make her a new one, no matter how much he complained about the rarity of parts, he still had his sources, and if that meant new recruits and reservists went a little longer without a ring, then so be it. But what she couldn't afford was leaving future tech in the past. She would get in so much trouble if she let that slide it made her woozy just thinking about it. She might even lose Cragg's sponsorship to the Legion. But for the time being she was just tired, and she snuggled down and back, against the pilot, his arms stretched out to either side at the duel controls. It really was a very small cockpit. "So, what now, Mr. Man With No Name?"

Terry was half asleep when he heard Lorry leave the room, flaking his offer on using the bathroom. He turned over on his bed, now facing away from the door, and tried to settle down after all the fighting and the running around. Sometimes it was hard to do this since it was either something that happened when he was Batman or the dread of having to go to school tomorrow that kept him tossing or turning in the middle of the night. Right now, it was school. He would have to get up early and fight through the pain from the previous night and put on the facade that he wasn't Gothams sole protector and that he was just some bad kid turned good looking to just make it through the world one day at a time. Ugh and then there was having to deal with the social melodramas of Hamilton Hill High School. Who was dating who, why are a couple breaking up, who was getting shoved in a locker, where were people going on the weekends, what were the latest trends? Sometimes it was just too much for Terry to juggle and he would pay the price by being out of the loop and subject to ridicule from his friends telling him that he had no life out of working for Mr. Wayne. Through all of this wallowing in pity he realized something, tomorrow was Saturday. "Oh thank God," he mumbled. Finally Lorry came back and slid next to him, going under the sheets rather than staying on top of them like he was doing. His eyes still remained shut so what she did in the bathroom was a mystery to him. Lorry nudged him to scoot closer and he did, not wanting to try and deal with a grumpy girl when he was this tired. He was surprised to hear another click of the door, was his mom coming in to say good night? He still couldn't open his eyes and he obeyed again when Lorry nudged him to scoot closer to her. When he felt the sheets lift again his eyes darted open. At about the same time Lorry suggested he take his jacket and shoes off. He obliged and got up, he saw Lorry next to him under the sheets, but when he turned around he saw her again, they separated. Great, Terry almost freaked over nothing, totally unschway. He didn't bother to look under the sheets since he saw two jumpsuits and boots neatly folded and placed out of the way. He sluffed his jacket off and kicked them off before falling back onto his spot on the bed and finally closin his eyes and saying goodnight to both Lorry's.... When he got up the next morning he saw the two wet still sleeping and he snuck out of his room to let them sleep more, it was a bit hard since his muscles and joints were feeling sore from last nights events. He crept to the lit hen where he found a note from his mother saying that she and Matt went out to his soccer game and that they wouldn't be home for another hour or two. "Perfect," he said relieved, now he wouldn't have to akwardly explain why two. Amex women were in his bed. This would also be a perfect chance to take her shopping for some actual clothes. Figuring out his plan he went over to the cupolas and began digging around for some cereal. He would let them sleep a little longer before going to wake them up, unless they woke up on their own and joined him for some breakfast.

"Well," Luornu said, responding to his outburst of surprise. "I guess my ancestors were, like 800 years ago. I'm from Cragg - that's a planet. I represent Cragg in the Legion... ugh... what were they doing to my body back there?" she said more to herself than the pilot. "Lu-or-nu, three syllables. Or you can call me Triad - my professional name. My friends sometimes call me Lu or Lorry. And it's nice to meet you finally," she smiled. "Superboy always told us about the whole 'secret identity' thing, hard to imagine really living two separate lives like you do. I'm guessing your professional name is Batman?" "Thank you, Tarry," she said, making sure she could be heard by Bruce. "Incidentally," Luornu walked over to Bruce. "I want to apologize for what I said earlier. I don't really know if history forgot or remembered you or anything, I'm not that versed in Earth's history. I was just angry and not... all together, I guess you could say. And I don't do very well when I'm so... spread out, like I was." "Um... let me just ask you one more thing, and I'm guessing from what Terry said that you and Clark were friends once? Maybe were members of the League together? Did he... did he really never mention me to you? I mean, not at all?" She tried to hide the disappointment in her voice and turned her face away so her expression would be too obvious, but mostly she was just struck by the finality of it all. That ultimately Luornu was just a footnote in Kal's past, a childhood friend that occupied a very short segment of his life. However, due to the wide swath of time that Kal's visits to the 31st century were spread over, Kal had been a part of Luornu's life since she had joined the Legion, since there was a Legion, and according to Brainy and his time institute, Kal would remain a large part of their lives for the foreseeable future. But this Kal, of this time, was old, and his time with the Legion presumably a long forgotten memory that bore little to no weight on his current life. It was no secret in the Legion that Luornu loved Kal, more than for what he represented, but as a caring, compassionate, brave boy who had inspired her since early childhood when she had escaped Cragg for Earth - Alien child makes good on Earth and becomes a hero. It was a very relevant story for Luornu and the shock that the boy lived up to the legend, even surpassed it, made her love him all the more. And now she was forgotten by him, no longer a factor in the story of his life. It was a little more than she could bear or process in the brief amount of time she had been all together, and her memories of her short albeit eventful visit to this time compiled. "And, for all you know, it might be totally true, Great-Great-Great-Grandad," Luornu teased. "And it's just 'she' not 'they,' I may have three bodies, but I'm still only one person." Luornu watched the Terran boy, Terry sleeping in his clothes, dead to the world. She smiled and headed for the bathroom. There were... bits of clear tape and bandages on her body from when White had been at the hospital and, stripping out of her jumpsuit, she began picking them off and looking at the wounds in the mirror. When she reconstituted herself the open wounds and injuries lessened in intensity and healed more quickly, so long as she stayed together. Still, she was all together now, so so long as one of her bodies stayed joined with White they should be fine. Orange, not having any physical injuries to speak of, was the obvious choice if they needed to separate, but Luornu didn't really trust Orange not to get into trouble without them, and without Orange the rest of her would definitely be out of commission. Purple then, would be their alternate if they had to split again, and just to see how it would work out, as a proof of concept, she stepped out of herself, Purple wincing as the cuts and scrapes on her back and forehead almost opened up again - but were just returned to being scabbed over gashes. Looking in the mirror at herself, she noticed that they were looking better than she had initially expected them to be, but her shoulder still hurt like crazy. Her other body was panting, holding her chest, but professed to being fine as she folded up her jumpsuit and picked up her boots and gloves from the floor. Purple strode down the hallway back to Terry's room and, spotting him there crawled into bed with him, naked, wearing only her flight ring, nudging him to scoot over as she lifted up the sheets and slipped in. Seeing the rest of her walk in, also naked, and close Terry's door, she motioned for her to put her stuff down on the chair by Terry's desk. The rest of her moved to rejoin and Purple shook her head. "Your fine, I'm fine, just get some sleep." Purple pulled at Terry again to make him move closer toward her so that Orange-White could climb in on the other side of the bed and get beneath the covers, leaving Terry on top of the covers between the two of them. "Hey, Terry? You want to get out of those clothes, at least your shoes and jacket? Your clothes are going to be all wrinkled if you sleep in them all night."

Terry was still squatting down in the cupboard trying to pull out some things for breakfast. His eyes moved to the corners of his sockets as he heard the light sounds of footsteps across the kitchen floor. He reached for a glass plate and was prepared to use it as a disk to toss at the intruder, his trained Batman instincts kicking in. He then realized it was just Luornu walking out of his bedroom and he just set the plate down and went back to grabbing things for breakfast. "Hry, do they still have cereal in the future?" He pulled the various boxes out and set them on the counter above him, still not turning around. Once the boxes were out he had an idea to make breakfast a little better. He went to the fridge and started pulling out the orange juice, bacon, eggs, and milk. He kicked the door shut and listened as she figured out how the coffee maker worked, he wasn't one for coffe, too bitter. He turned to face her and answer her question. "Yeah, Bruce gave us a-Whoah!!" He now saw that she was totally nude, if he had anything to drink at that moment he probably would have done a spit take. He was shocked to say the least, he had never even seen Dana naked before. He knew that they had crawled into bed naked with him, thankfully they were under the sheets while he lyed above, but why in the hell was she naked now?! Oh that just brought up a point, which Luornu was she? Was she the one in the purple that was hitting on him after pounding some Jokerz, the timid orange one that Bruce had to deal with, the one in the hospital, or the one that formed when the purple and orange got together? Dear god that was going to drive him crazy just trying to figure that out constantly! He was hoping that he was masking his shock and confusion, but seeing as she blindsided him with her naked form he wasn't to confident that he was. "A-a-and uh...this is why we're going shopping." He lowered his head and used his hand to cover his peripheral vision. He was hoping she would finally put on some clothes so he wouldn't have to do this the whole time. "And uh if you d-don't mind me asking... Which Luornu are you? Also, why are you naked?" He hope he wasn't being too rude with her by asking that.

Luornu watched Terry creep out of bed through one open lilac eye, grinning to herself. When she saw him close the door, she lifted up the cover that separated her from her other body and scootched over, wrapping her arms around Luornu's shoulders. "Lu... no..." Luornu's uncoordinated hand pushed Lu away and then rolled over. Lu, still undeterred, started rubbing Luornu's shoulder suggestively. Luornu threatened to reabsorb her by giving her a slight biological tug. Lu yanked her hand away and tsked angrily. But ultimately it was no use fighting with herself. She crawled over her other sleeping form and stood up, stretching as best she could with her still aching shoulder. The other two were carrying more of the injury than she was now, but it still hurt like a hell. Triad-Purple opened the door to Terry's room and padded barefoot into the hall. After a few wrong turns she found her way to the kitchen, padded across the linoleum floor, looking for something resembling a coffee maker. Had they discovered coffee yet? Terry had his back to her, making breakfast, apparently, and was still dressed in the same clothes he had been wearing last night. They had that wrinkled "slept in" look, of course. Luornu was still naked as she found the stack of mugs by what she assumed was the coffee maker. It was primitive but effective, and dispensed coffee when she held the cup under the nozzle with a hiss. She held the cup up to her nose and sniffed, confirming it was in fact coffee. Sighing with pleasure, she turned around and leaned back against the counter, crossing one bare leg in front of the other, wrapping both hands around the mug to warm them and sipped the hot beverage gingerly. "Good morning," she said between sips. "So, shopping today, handsome?"

Terry's eyes remained locked down and he kept Luornu in his periphery. Even while he was looking down he frowned at the naked comment that was smothered in sarcasm. Of course she wasn't wearing any clothes and that's why she was naked! Sure Terry enjoys a little witty banter, but right now? He was not in the mood for it being that there was a nude woman in his kitchen, his family's kitchen for crying out loud! And he was lucky that neither Max or his mother was home... well really his mother, Max would just stop and ogle until he grew bored or until Luornu slapped him. He was pulled away from that fearful trian of thought when he heard the padding of he feet on the floor as she slowly walked toward him until she came close to him and dipped her head to meet his eyes. She even ordered him to not slouch and stand up straight. He had no choice but to do so and stand up straight, his eyes shooting up and stayin locked in on hers. She then went on to explain about which Luornu she was and it was indeed quite simple. He found it quite interesting that they are so exactly the same, other than their personalities, that the only way to tell them apart was a simple look in the eye. The other differences she described were probably only there to turn him red and cause even more discomfort of the current situation. Well if they were or weren't, they did do just that. "Uh... Yeah I-I-I can see that or uh I guess in this case.... feel that." She then proceeded to become suddenly shocked and hurt about his discomfort asking if this was because he thought she was ugly. "No no no its not that! It's not that at all!! It's just that... It's just that..." He was starting to become stuck due tithe fact that he was trying to think on his feet and normally that was something he was good at when he was fighting the big bad uglies of Gotham, but this was entirely different situation. Suddenly he got an idea, "Well it's like what you said, it's taboo in this time. Being naked infront of people is left for THE most private moments between a couple." He hope this was making sense to her or this was about to go downhill fast.

Triad startled slightly and almost spilled a little coffee when Terry shouted. She frowned toward him as she steadied her hand - but then she saw his face and realized it was more a compliment at seeing her nude body. "Agh," she smiled, putting one hand on her bare hip, shifting her wait to one foot, eyebrows up, sipping her coffee as she watched him squirm. "A-a-and uh...this is why we're going shopping," Terry said. She looked down at her body and wondered if she should be offended or amused at his discomfort. "And uh if you d-don't mind me asking... Which Luornu are you? Also, why are you naked?" Luornu looked up, grinning. "Well, it's very complicated, but, basically, I'm naked because I'm not wearing any clothes at the moment." She set her coffee down on the kitchen counter and walked over to Terry, holding her hands behind her back, coyly, moving very close to him and leaning forward to catch his eye. "Don't slouch, Terry, look me in the eye... okay, good, as to 'which Luornu' I am..." she took another step closer to him, almost pressing her body up against his, her face pushed very close to his, looking into his eyes. "You can always tell by looking me straight in the eye. You see how my eyes are this lovely shade of lilac without any icky amber? That means I'm the best Luornu, all of my confidence, all of my boldness and strength - I'm both physically and mentally stronger than my other bodies - also my breasts are much firmer, though the other mes will deny it..." She was enjoying his discomfort. It seemed to strange to be so upset by nudity. Her friends Garth and Ayla came from a planet of nudists and often walked around the headquarters nude in their off hours without any major comment from their fellow legionnaires - though Saturn Girl and Cosmic Boy, their Titanian and Braalian cultures showing, often admitted that nudity made them a little uncomfortable, but never anything so shocked and amazed as this boy from primitive Earth. A wicked through crossed her mind and she had to suppress a nasty little grin. "Do you... why are you so upset, Terry? Is nudity really this taboo in your culture? Or is my body just that offensive to you...?" she did her best to sound and look hurt and offended, even though she was laughing on the inside. Messing with primitives was fun!

Luornu burst out laughing and stepped back, placing her coffee on the counter. "Yeah, I know, I've been to twentieth century Earth before - in Smallville. Also, some of the human colony worlds like Braal and Titan still have taboos against nudity - I'm just messing with you. You know two of the leaders of the Legion - sort of like your era's Justice League - are from a planet of human nudists. And on Cragg and on most other human worlds it isn't really an issue." "What's so funny?" came a sleepy voice as Luornu walked into the kitchen, also naked, rubbing her eyes. "Is that coffee I smell?" "Sure is!" Luornu poured the sleepy Luornu a cup of coffee, handing it to her and tilting the sleepy, amber and lilac eyed Luornu's chin up so she could kiss it gently - rubbed her side tenderly, letting her hand slide down to settle on the other's hip, accepted a kiss back from her other sleepy self, and leaned their foreheads against each other. "How's my adorable little bundle of neuroses this morning?" "Mmmm..." the sleepy Luornu muttered, nuzzling her head against her other self. "Coffee...?" She pulled back from her other self and drank the hot, gently steaming cup. "Enjoy it, sweetie," the lilac-eyed Luornu said as she gave her other self a playful little slap on the bum. "I'm sorry, Terry," she said, switching gears and crossing her arms over her breasts, casually, but with a conscious effort to take pity on the poor hero. "I'm also the repository for my sense of humour, so I'm not above poking fun at other's discomfort. So, anyway, shopping today?" "Who's uncomfortable?" the other Luornu was saying, leaning her bare butt against the cool kitchen counter and drinking her coffee.

Delilah Lukosawoke to see her fiance standing next to the bed stretching. She'd been woken up when he touched the scar of the latest assassination attempt. She quietly got up from bed and walked up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and sighed. "How are you feeling today, baby?" She asked as she moved over to his uninjured side so that she could look at him. Delilah was constantly worried about her boyfriend, after all gun running and being in a motorcycle club was not exactly the safest profession in the world. She couldn't help but smile as she looked at her fiance, excited to have him back and that he wasn't hurt any worse than he had been. Marcia Delainesighed as she pulled in to the shop. Her uncle had promised her a job at his shop, knowing damn well that his niece was damn good with anything with an engine. She got out of her '67 Chevy Impala and walked over to her uncle, Bill Cohan. She wasn't too thrilled with the idea of working with a bunch of bikers that probably viewed her as nothing more than a piece of ass, but she wasn't about to give up a good job offer just because most men thought that a woman had no place under the hood of a vehicle. "Hey Uncle Bill, I'm here. What do you need me to do?" She asked as she ignored the man with incredibly short hair that was next to her uncle when she walked up to him. Marci, as her uncle called her, noticed the poorly dismantled bike and sighed. "Okay who did that? Because that's just a sad, pitiful excuse for a dismantle." Marci disliked it when people tried to do things that they had no idea how to do properly. Her uncle and her father had taught her how to fix a car by herself when she was 10. Hell she'd rebuilt her Chevy impala herself. She just hoped that she wouldn't be stuck with whoever had essentially torn the bike to shreds.

On the south east outskirts of Birmingham, Alabama a large garage that looked more like a compound sat between a few local stores. To the general public it was simply Cohan Automotive, a legitimate vehicle repair business. Though it was more than just a garage, with a clubhouse and living quarters the property served a greater purpose. A purpose that was not so discreet, as Son's of Anarchy Motorcycle club logos, banners and imagery were visible all over the compound. All of which was managed by William 'Bill' Cohan (56) whom was the Sons of Anarchy Alabama's Chapter President. As the sun rose over the city the garage staff began to arrive at Cohan Automotive, opening the main gates and the shutters of the garages they prepared to work. Meanwhile patched SOA members began to arrive who also worked at the garage but spent less time fixing vehicles that the other staff. With a grunt and a groan a young man awoke in the garage as the sun light hit his face, surrounded by motorcycle parts along with a badly dismantled motorcycle and a few empty beer cans. This was Joey Talbot, the newest patched member and younger brother to the Club's Secretary and treasurer Blake Talbot. Joey was only 22 and had grew up within the club since the death of his parents when he was only 6. Blake at the time was only 18 and a prospect of the Alabama Chapter who took care of the young brothers, giving them a place to live and a future. Standing up from his mess the 5'9" tall young man dusted of his dirty black jeans and black leather patched vest under which he wore a white t-shirt. 5 o'clock shadow covered his face and his head was shaved very short while his blue eyes with dark rings around them were hidden behind a pair of black shades. Mechanics ignored him and gave him a casual nod as they responded to what was becoming a far to common occurrence, Joey seeming to spend most nights trying to fix his bike, failing then drinking himself into a coma. This did not please Bill but at least Blake knew where his brother was for a change. Stretching out his arms and neck, Joey walked out of the garage and into the morning sun. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a packet of cigarettes and a gold lighter with the SOA logo engraved on it that once belonged to his father a former club member, one of the founders of the Alabama chapter and close friend to Bill. With a cigarette in his mouth he sparked it up as Bill arrived in the compound. Bill was a large muscular man with long thick black hair tied back in a pony tail and a well groomed black beard. With a old school black biker helmet and a pair of tinted motorcycle goggles he was clad simply in his black leather patched president vest under which he wore a short sleeved black shirt that exposed his heavily tattooed and a pair of black jeans and black boots. His motor cycle growled as it entered the compound and pulled into his usual parking spot. As he climbed of his bike he approached Joey, removing his helmet and goggles."Morning kid, your brother's back today.."Bill said with a half hearted smile, knowing where Joey had slept last night. Joey responded with a casual yet playful salute as Bill walked on past him into the garage. Meanwhile Blake had only just woke up, in his house not far from the compound. The 34 year old looked to his side to see his fiance Delilah and smiled before slowly sitting up trying not to wake her. Blake was 6'4" tall with a strong build, naked with his lower body covered by black be sheets his expose upper body was covered in tattoos and scars. A large Sons of Anarchy reaper tattoo covered his back with scars from three bullet wounds in a triangular pattern on the lower left side of the reaper. They were fresh scar and had only the day before had the bandages removed after a failed assassination attempt, his black leather patched vest still had the bullet holes in the back and the white sections of the Sons of Anarchy patch were stained by blood. Clicking his neck left then right before he combed back his shoulder length dark brown hair with his fingers away from his face to reveal his blue eyes and a groomed dark brown goatee. With a sigh he reached behind him to rub the scars as they ached."Fuck..."He groaned quietly before lifting of the bed covers he then slid off the bed and stood naked with his back to the bed as he continued to stretch. Today was his first day back to 'work', and a few of the clubs soldiers still hung around his house just in case those who wanted him dead tried to finish him off.

"Uncle Bill, I hope you know that I will be fixing that pile of crap. It's atrocious and it's bad for business. The bike needs to be fixed by a professional, not some loose cannon biker thatthinkshe knows what he's doing." Marci said as she followed her uncle into the clubhouse. She figured that he'd be introducing her to everyone, and while she might be the club president's niece, she was expecting some issues. Not very many men were very accepting of the idea of a woman under the hood. She was expecting some jokes, some insults, and probably a lot of doubt. This is why she was very thankful for the bike that sat in pieces in the garage at this moment. She could erase quite a bit of doubt if she could properly fix that bike right in front of them, and she was certain that her uncle would let her. Delilah smiled as she kissed her fiance before pulling back. She walked over to her dresser to start grabbing the clothes that she would be wearing for the day. "As much as I'd love to, baby you still need your rest, and Bill has his niece coming in to start work today." She said as she pulled a lacy hot pink bra on and a matching set of panties. "Apparently she's a great mechanic but he's expecting some resistance from the guys since she's a girl and he asked me if I could bring you in. Apparently we're supposed to be his back up, or something along those lines." She said as she finished getting dressed and walked over to Blake with a smile on her face. "So what I need you to do is to get dressed, and play nice today. And if you're a good boy and don't get yourself in too much trouble, I might just do that equipment check, so don't exhaust yourself too much today, and do try not to hurt yourself." She said as she then left the room to go grab her keys and anythingelse she might need for the day.

Bill's mood was soon lifted when his attention turned from Joey to Marci. a smile slid across his usually angry face as he wrapped his large arms around his niece before kissing her softly on the forehead. "Marci! Right now you come with me and don't worry about that pile of crap..." Bill responded sharply, not wanting Marci anywhere near Joey. Not only did Joey piss him off with his loose cannon approach to any task he was given but he had a bad reputation with woman and Bill was not going to let him even breath on her as he walked her away from Joey towards the club house. Joey's eyes however were very happy to see Marci leave as he focused on her ass with a devious grin on his face. Blake smiled as Delilah moved around him and he took hold of her hips as he held her naked body close to his and kissed her lips. "Better now.." He replied as he held her closer not wanting to let her go or leave her today. It was only today he was starting to feel healthy again and had only a week ago been allowed to leave the hospital of which was not very welcoming to the clubs demand of leaving armed bikers in and around the hospital. It had only been the last few days he had been able to stand and walk and was slowly getting back to his old self. His eyes looked down at Delilah's body and gently bit his lower lip. "Hmm, you want to see if everything back in working order?" He asked in a suggestive manner as his cock slowly began to grew hard.

"Of course, baby. Let's go before your brother causes too much trouble."Delilah said as she kissed her fiance before heading out to the garage. It was no big secret that Delilah and Joey didn't get along, and it wasn't thanks to a lack of effort on Delilah's part either. Joey just didn't seem to like her very much."And don't worry. You're still my patient, and I intend to take very good care of you, don't you worry about that one bit."She said as she got into the black and gold '97 Mustang. She waited for her husband to get into the car before taking off, waving to the guys that were still guarding the house as they left. They had two of the four men following behind them to make sure that no one tried to attack them on the road, and Delilah couldn't help but hope that if someone were to try something so stupid that they would die a slow, and horrible death. Marci smirked at Joey as she noticed that he'd kept his distance from her up until her uncle had left."Honey just cause he ain't here doesn't make it any safer to be messin' with me."She said before she headed in after her uncle."Thanks for the offer, but I don't smoke too often."Marci called out over her shoulder before letting the door close behind her. She was much more willing to wait for the introduction before conversing with the guy that obviously had set her uncle in a foul mood. She sighed as a couple of the guys started flirting with her only to get shot down. Marci had no objections to one night stands, but she was picky about who she slept with, and that was a concrete certain fact with her.

"Pfft, if you must. I would rather sell it off for scraps. Shame the owner's brother is so damn useful..."Bill replied with obvious hatred for Joey as he let go of his niece and stood in the doorway of the club house."If you want something to do, give my back the once over.."He added before turning his back to her and disappearing into the clubhouse. Joey meanwhile stood by the garage door watching Marci and as soon as Bill was out of sight he casually made his way over to her, removing his shades as he walked before puling out his cigarettes and his lighter."Smoke?..."Joey asked as he stood behind her still admiring her. "Uh, work... I was getting used to being your patient...Blake replied with a grin as he too began to gather clothes that he had prepared the day before. a black short sleeved shirt, black jeans, a pair of black boots and his bullet ridden blood stained club vest. The three holes were perfectly made as the heat of the bullets cauterized the material though the dry blood had stained white areas of of his back patches. Ideally he would get a new vest but it seemed more badass to wear it bloody even though it may taunt those who wanted him dead in the first place."My bikes still at the garage, you gonna give me a ride?.. in your car I mean..."He joked as he stood ready while gathering his cell phone, wallet and finally his gun. A 9mm M9 Beretta that was snugly hidden on his right side beneath his vest on a black leather holster.

Delilah sighed as they pulled into the parking lot of the shop. She was certain that Blake would get shit from some of the guys for riding bitch in his woman's car, but she'd be the first to squash that shit. She might not have worked in an actual hospital, but 'Lilah did have a PhD, and an MD, and when she said something involving the health of one of the guys it stuck. Hell she once sat there and made sure Bill himself ate a low cholesterol diet, much to his chagrin, because he had high blood pressure. She braced herself as she and Blake got out of the car, and her head immediately snapped in the direction of one of the younger guys that made a comment about Blake riding bitch. "It's doctor's orders Cameron, but more importantly he did it cause I said so. Anybody else got a problem with hoe I take care of my man?" She asked noticing how all the guys started to back off. "Cause I can get a hold of estrogen and trust me, I will slip it into your food, and giggle like crazy while I watch you PMS." She said with a rather scary smile on her face. "I didn't think so, now get your asses in the club house. Bill needs to talk to all you lay-a-bouts." She said and most everyone listened to her. Delilah was considered almost the motherly figure of the group though she was around the same age as most of them and younger than some. "Hey Mike, hey Joey, how are ya'll doing today?" She said with a now rather happy smile as she walked over to the door of the clubhouse. Meanwhile Marci was trying to talk to her Uncle about an alternate, more legal means of helping the Sons earn money. "Seriously, Uncle Bill. Pin-up girls would rock for this. You put a sexy girl on the back of an equally sexy bike. You can not tell me that that wouldn't sell like crazy." Marci said as she ran a hand through her bright red hair. She could feel the eyes on her from the guys that were pouring in but she really didn't care. Marci had stripped to put herself through college, and if men eying her while she was practically naked on a pole didn't bother her then neither would this. "Are you making a big deal out of this? Cause you know I'll probably end up sleeping with at least one of these guys, despite your warning?" She said with sly grin. She really was like her uncle. He'd been her father figure for the longest time so there was no surprise that the hard headed bomb shell picked up his bullheadedness or his determination. Just like her uncle, once Marci set her mind to something she was bound to get it sooner or later.

Blake followed Delilah closely as he walked with a slight limp. He was almost paralyzed by the attempt on his life and had only a few days ago been able to walk again. Riding bitch in his fiance's car was not how he had wanted to return to the club but he was in no fit state to ride his bike even though he would not let that be known. Only Delilah knew the truth about his health as far as Bill and the club knew he was back in action. Blake was too proud to let anyone but Delilah visit him in hospital, even Joey was told to stay away. Blake said he did not want the club distracted by his health and wanted them to concentrate on the business. Though Blake's assassins were still unknown. The Alabama chapter of SOA had many enemy's like any other Sons chapter; The Angel's of Death or AOD as they were better known were the rival MC in Alabama. AOD were a white supremacist gang and one of the many splinter gangs of the Aryan Brotherhood. They took their name from the nickname of Josef Mengele a German SS officer and a physician in the Nazi concentration camp Auschwitz. AOD were the prime suspects for the attempt on Blake's life, they were SOA's biggest rival in Alabama and had recently grew more aggressive as Bill took on Mike Cross a African American and cousin of the Grim Bastards MC President T.O. Cross as the clubs new Sergeant-at-Arms. Though it was not just the AOD the Son's were competing with in Alabama, besides the many street gangs and gang bangers fighting over turf and drugs there was many corrupt cops. "Fuck.. its like Bill with tits!.."joey mumbled to himself once Marci was out of sight, however he was not alone."You best keep your dick in your pants kid or bill will have it on the wall..."A low booming voice came from above, Mike Cross the clubs new Sergeant-at-Arms had only just arrived and had watched Joey. Mike towered over Joey at 6'6" with the strong build of a heavy weight boxer. Mike put arm over Joey's shoulder and with his free hand took a smoke from the packet Joey was still holding out for Marci."She's like a daughter to Bill, but damn I wanna hit that..."Mike joked as he put the cigarette in his mouth before taking Joey's lighter and lighting up his cigarette. Mike was 35 and had grown up with Blake as the Grime Bastards had always been allies of the Son's. Mike had a shaved head and face, his eyes were a unusual light grey colour and were often hidden behind a pair of black sports shades. Mike was simply clad in a black vest beneath his leather club vest which still had a few of his old Grime Bastard patches on it along with his new SOA patches, black jeans and a pair of black boots. Joey stepped away from Mike and turned to face him as he took back his lighter that had once belonged to his father."Meh, fuck her man.."Joey said with his arms out at his side as if he cared about Marci rejecting him.

"I don't have to be naked to be sexy. I could wear a tank top and a pair of cutoffs. It would sell just as fast, and I don't have to look like a whore to sell it. Just because I was a stripper doesn't mean that I think the only way for me to look sexy is to take off my clothes. You and Mama raised me better than that." She said with a sigh. She learned a long time ago that if you yelled at her Uncle he'd yell back and not even listen to what you had in mind, but if you just talked to him calmly he was much more likely to listen. Probably because you weren't giving him any fuel for his fire. "Let's just get this introduction out of the way so I can fix up that pile of shit in the garage." She said as she temporarily decided that not fighting him on it at the moment would be the best idea. "Bo, Joey, my river isn't running red." Delilah said as she made smiled at Mike who hugged her next. "I'm doing great, how are you doing, Mike?" She asked with a smile as she got ready to head into the club house. She really did need to help Bill with the introduction of the new girl and she was more than ready to help with that. She was very glad that Blake was okay and that he was sort of capable of working for right now. In all honesty she was just thankful that Blake was alive. He was her whole world, and she wasn't sure what she'd do if he wasn't around all the time.

Blake stayed silent as he got out of the car slowly, still a little stiff and sore in places to the sound of Delilah laying down the law. With a grin he watched her before making brief eye contact with Mike and Joey who too were enjoying the show. As she approached the two Joey could not help but try to piss her off."Shit D is your river running red or summit'?!.."He joked in a very juvenile and crude way, Mike however did not join the joke, or did anyone else. Those who heard him just remained silent and avoided looking at Delilah. mike shook his head and stepped between them, hugging Delilah and giving her a friendly kiss on the cheek."Hey baby hows you?.."Mike asked in his typically flirtatious manner trying to create a barrier between Joey and Delilah. Blake simply stared at his brother with a 'What the fuck?' look. He should have been used to this by now but it was not easy on him his only family not getting on. Joey his kid brother he had practically raised himself and his fiance Delilah had never got on, he just assumed Joey was jealous as he had in the past mentioned how he thought Delilah was getting in the way and changing Blake. Though she had for the better, before her Blake was not much better than Joey. A drunken womanizer biker, a straight up stereotype. Though Mike had helped alot to try and calm things between the brothers, being Blake's best friend since high school and a good friend to Joey whom he knew since he was a kid. The three had grew up together. "I AINT' GONNA HAVE YOU LOOKING LIKE A WHORE AT MY GARAGE!.. FIRST OF ALL YOUR MOTHER WOULD HAVE MY BALLS AND SECOND YOUR BETTER THAN THE BITCHES WHO HANG AROUND HERE!.."In his typically fatherly fashion Bill erupted at Marci when she made her suggestion for legitimate cash. He could not argue fully with the idea, he was a red blooded male. He had hung out in strip clubs, fucked whores and even had topless pictures on the wall in his room in the club house. But those woman were not his niece! Ever since Marci's Dad went 'missing' after putting her her Mom Bill's sister in hospital with a broken jaw bill had taken on the role as her Father figure even though he was personally responsible for taking her Dad away though only Marci's Mom and Bill knew this. Marci's Dad was a drunk and a wife beater who only got worse after Bill fired him from the Garage after he arrived at work drunk twice! He had hit Marci's mother a few times before but he never put her in hospital. After seeing his sister all beat up and doped up on morphine in hospital Bill saw red and took a machete to Marci's dad. Bill then disposed of the body and covered his tracks and as far as anyone else was concerned Marci's Dad had just took off like so many other Fathers.

"I was until these assholes arrived..."Mike replied as he broke away from the hug and gently pushed Delilah behind him as a black SUV pulled into the yard. The vehicle looked like the kind driven by federal agents but the occupants of this one were far from feds. Blake too was not happy to see the SUV as he walked over to Delilah."Go get Bill.."Blake whispered into her ear as two shaven headed behemoths emerged from either side of the SUV, one from the passenger side of the front and the opposite side of the back. Even though they were both well dressed in shirts and suit pants the still looked like thugs. These were the personal security of David Scott a local Attorney at law and older brother of the Alabama Son's biggest rival, Jason Scott president of the Angel's of Death MC. David eventually emerged from the other side of the SUV, dressed in a fine black suit with a white shirt and red tie with a American flag pin attached to the left lapel of his jacket. David stood around 5'7" with a strong athletic build, his short well groomed hair was golden blonde and his eyes were a deep blue. His face was clean shaven and a pair of designer glasses adorned his face. David looked like a respectable citizen but his association with the Angel's of Death MC was no secret but most people saw to ignore that when looking for the best lawyer in town."What you doing here Goebbels?.."Mike asked with a obvious hint of hatred in his voice as he likened David to Dr. Joseph Goebbels the German politician and Reich Minister of Propaganda in Nazi Germany. David looked to Mike for a moment before turning his attention to a white man, Blake. Mike growled under his breathe, if he had the chance he would gladly tear David's head off but he was stopped as Blake held his arm out over Mike's chest."Ah, Blake its good to see your well. I was worried you were never going to wake from that coma..."David announced with a smug grin, he had abused his legal power to keep an eye on Blake while he was in the hospital. David's presence here was very unwelcome, as the Angel's of Death were the prime suspects for the attempt on Blake's life and here stood their consigliere and the Brother of the man who most likely gave the order to put a bullet in Blake. "You got some balls showing your face here!.."Joey yelled jumping out from behind Blake and Mike to defend his brother in his typical over the top manner. With a knife in his left hand he looked ready to strike until Blake pulled him back like a dog on a leash. David laughed at Joey knowing if he had made a move his goons would have stomped him into the asphalt."Keep your dogs at bay Blake. I am not hear to fight, I am just hear to let you know that the Angel's had no involvement in your shooting and that any ideas of retaliation you boys might have should remain as just ideas!"David explained as he stood their as if he owned he place, though his words had plenty of threat in them. David was always looking out for the Angel's of death MC, not only was he the brother of their president but he used them to act beyond the law. Intimidation of witness's and black mail were the primary uses he had for his brothers club."Well I got no other enemies besides your brother..."Blake shouted back, trying to keep calm not only for himself but also for the rest of the club."Ugh.. Ok, do what you want!.. Just don't let your Mom see anything!"Bill grew restless as he walked away from Marci to the bar where he got comfy on a stool and waited for a prospect to fetch him a beer.

Kale Rosenthall was one of the few that could be called a regular at The Den. He knew the owner on a first name basis and therefore wherever the club moved he was guaranteed a VIP booth and unlimited access. He always had his fun walking on up to the bouncer and getting in before these big names and he always enjoyed how easy it was to pick up a nice girl there and have his way with her. Especially since most of the girls there were already heavy into the lifestyle this club represented; the bdsm lifestyle. The women always went to him upon his calling and were always so nice to him and always always listened to him, but this time he did not want that. The owner had told him some A list celebrities had been invited and he had a fun idea based on that. That night he had gone to The Den as soon as it opened and he walked into the club and entered his booth and sat down. Enjoying the complimentary drinks and enjoying the teasing waitresses as much as he always did but he could not help but smirk as Miss Watson entered the club and seemed out of place so what he did is he simply got the attention of a waitress and told her to go get Miss Watson and have her brought to him. The waitress, being a submissive, said nothing but walked off. The waitress walked up to Miss Watson and said. "Excuse me miss, but the gentleman over there has requested you join him." The waitress leaned in and whispered into Miss Watson's ear. "He is a regular." That alone should be enough to intrigue her, but the waitress added. "Apparently knows the owners." She then handed Miss Watson a drink and walked off to serve the other booths. Kale saw the waitress saunter on over to Miss Watson and then he smiled and raised his glass to her as she looked over here and he knew the waitress did a good job. He sat back and waited for Miss Watson to come join him. For this A list celebrity to come mingle with him. When she walked over to his booth he couldn't help but gaze over her entire body and analyze her every curve. He had the look of a pure dominate and all the submissives in the club would have recognized that look, but he found Miss Watson simply brushed it off, which only intrigued him more.

The club was known for its mystery, for its darkness. CalledThe Den, it seemed to shift from place to place, taking residence in a city for only a few days, perhaps a week or two, before seemingly disappearing into the night. Little was known about the owners. Some claimed that there were, in fact, regulars to this hidden club, though no one seemed to have proof. Nobody knew anyone who actually could be called a regular, and no one seemed to really know what went on. All they knew that when it came to elite and selective, nothing came close toThe Den. Which went partway toward explaining why the beautiful Brit was walking toward it, her brown eyes sweeping the building.Miss Emma Watsonwas currently shooting a film in this city.The Denhad apparently taken interest in the various stars and crew who happened to be doing said shooting, and an invitation went out to the lot of them. Emma, intrigued by the idea of such an exclusive establishment, accepted the invitation. She did find the dress code to be slightly strange. According to the invite, all females must wear either dresses or skintight pants made of latex, leather, and/or lace of some kind. The more constrictive, said the invitation, the better. Thus Emma had squeezed herself into a black leather dress. Strapless, the thing felt almost like packaging, squeezing Emma's taut form into its confines. The thing pushed up those perky breasts, encasing them so tightly that Emma had barely felt there was room for a bra, even the lacy number that she'd managed to slide on. The hem of the dress barely extended halfway down her thigh as well, and she had to resist the urge to tug it down. Per other instructions, she wore heels as well: black. Her brown hair had been recently styled thanks to the crew, and her makeup had been done to accent her features quite well. Thus did Emma enter the club, earning an immediate pass from the bouncer. What she didn't see was the man reaching up to speak into an ear bud as she passed. Instead, the girl entered the club, noting the thumping music, and the droves of people. Most of them were beautiful, in fact, most looked as though they could be cover models themselves. Everywhere you looked, there was a body tightly packed in latex, leather, or lace, and most were gyrating. Emma worked her way through the crowd, reaching up to move back a curl and smile. For now, she figured she needed to find something of a home base, to take in the scene around her and figure out where to go from there.

He flashed a quick smile at her as she thanked him for the drink and then took a seat in his booth and spoke about how she was getting overwhelmed and then she properly introduced herself and kale looked down at her hand and then back to her, his gaze still holding that confident and condescending look upon it as he took her hand firmly and said. "You may call me Kale." He said and nothing more as he released her hand and then went to looking over the dance floor and he broke the silence by saying. "What brings you here, Emma? I did not think to ever see someone such as yourself here, alone." He added that last part almost as if it held significant meaning to him and to the nature of his invitation. It held a strange threatening appeal to it, but was masked with such ordinary behavior and an almost complimentary appeal that it would have been hard for even the smartest and acute of language scholars would have been able to discern the real meaning of his assertion. As kale looked over the dance floor he saw a waitress walk by and he did not ask for her attention but she immediately froze in place and looked at him, her eyes on the ground and she said. "What can I get for you, Sir?" Kale smirked and said. "Another bottle of this champagne and whatever the lady wants." He said and looked to Emma as the waitress nodded but did not move at all as she remained completely still and her head still lowered and her eyes on her feet. It was as if she was simply waiting for an order or something to do. Waiting for kale to command her.

Just as Emma was working her way toward a possible table, a waitress appeared. The starlet almost startled at the sudden appearance, and stood there, blinking while the waitress filled her in. The server had an appearance to her, a demeanor that struck Emma as being rather odd. The way she said "he's a regular" gave it an added weight, even moreso than Emma would have expected to hear. Just what was with this club? She spent a few seconds looking around, but decided to gradually work her way toward the man. There was something about his look too, something that made Emma's skin crawl. She had seen looks like that before, usually on super-confident movie actors or rock stars. Yet this looked even more pointed, and Emma felt her gaze shifting slightly, noting that a nearby waitress nearly shivered. Emma looked at the man, and decided to simply brush off the comment for now. No need to get too wrapped up in something like that. So Emma approached the booth calmly. She smiled at the man, raising her drink toward him. "Thank you for the drink," she said almost immediately, "and thank you for the invite. I was beginning to feel a bit overwhelmed by it all." Emma waved a hand as she slid into a seat near Kale. Something about him, and this whole situation, made Emma reluctant to sit too closely to the sleek man. Still, she offered him her photogenic smile, and extended a hand. "I'm Emma Watson," she greeted. Nothing additional, nothing about being famous or even "A-list." She figured he likely already knew, and she didn't want to insult him. Instead, she awaited for his response.

Kale waved his hand and the waitress scurried off quickly, not wanting to disturb him at all and he looked to Emma as he saw he was having an effect on her and he was careful to say his next words and he said. "Emma. Dance with me." He told her as he stood and without even waiting for her to answer him he had her out of the booth her hand in his and he walked to the floor and released her and moved her in front of him and his hands traveled to her sides and he pushed against her and said. "This is the most exclusive club in the world. This will probably be your only invitation ever. This will probably be the only time you can enter, that is unless you impress the right people." Again his words were powerful, were commanding, his words demanded that they be heard and that they be obeyed. Again they had a very subtle underlying tone. He had said impress the right people as if this invitation was a test for her, as if it was her way of showing she belonged with the rare elite of this club. Kale had used his hands to get her to begin to gyrate against him and move her hips to the music as he moved them to the music. Again he is controlling her, he was controlling where they went and how they got her, all she was doing was gyrating her hips against his. He knew that she would take work, but the pay off would be immense, he couldn't help himself as his greedy mind imagined her before him on her hands and knees, waiting for his attention and his praise.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kale," said Emma, inclining her head slightly. That gaze, the confidence there. There was also something ringing in his voice, a commanding aura that was darkly appealing and yet quite intimidating at the same time. Emma had to suppress a shudder, and she could almost feel her flesh pimpling at the thought. She shifted, wishing that she was wearing something a little less revealing. Alone. Then the waitress. Emma startled as she saw the woman stop, then looked over at Kale, not quite believing this. It was nearly like the magic in the Harry Potter films, except... somehow realer. The celebrity swallowed, looking back at the waitress, not at all surprised to find the woman's gaze averted. She agreed to champagne, simply asking for another glass, and watched as the waitress obeyed Kale's command as if it was her greatest joy in life. "The service is rather... strange," Emma ventured, waiting until Kale dismissed the waitress, or however that worked. She glanced toward the powerful man, then looked to the dance floor. "Then again, they did say this club was exclusive. I suppose it would make sense for things to be... different."

Kale heard her speak and listened to what she had to say and he nodded when she concluded that this club is unique and he said. "It is indeed, a very unique place, but it is a special place. A place where people can fully express themselves, to show everyone what they truly are." He said as he moved them around the dance floor and had her hips gyrate against him and he knew there was no sexual desire because he had not even attempted to see if Miss Watson was submissive or not, but considering she did not question the commands he felt that if he could remain the strongest dominate, that she would be drawn to him and obey. He continued to dance and just enjoyed the music and when Emma was getting moist with sweat he lead them back to the table and planted a kiss on her neck as he let her slide into the booth and he took his spot across from her and he said. "Where did you learn to dance, you can move your body nicely." He said as his eyes once again traveled over her with a dominate gaze. With a gaze that did nothing but analyze and practically undress Emma and look at every inch of her body to see if she was worthy of any more attention from Kale. After all, if she was to be a submissive then she should have to feel that she needed to earn her time with a dominate like Kale.

The waitress scurried, and Emma found herself alone with this powerful man. He issued a command; she recognized it as such. Yet still, her hand went out to grab his, and she found herself being led to the floor. In the back of her mind, Emma was fully aware that she was following his orders, doing as he said as he said it. However, she found his pull nearly irresistible. Then he spoke, letting her know about the conditions of her presence there. Emma found herself nodding, accepting this even as she didn't fully realize the weight. "I've been told I'm quite impressive," she managed, trying to sound playful. The hands were upon her body, sliding along her leather encased sides. Those hands suggested Emma move; she followed their command, her hips moving. He wanted gyration; she recognized it. This wasn't how Emma usually danced, and she found herself reluctant to start engaging in it now. Her hips swayed, they moved to the music, but her movements were not as sexual as Kale had likely intended. Those brown eyes slid off him for a moment, looking around, noting the positions of the other dancers. Not just where they stood or how they danced, but how they seemed to interact with one another. "This club certainly is unique," concluded Emma. She turned back to Kale, smiling with forced cheeriness. Again, she was struck by how he carried himself, as if he was expecting more of her and she didn't know what. Did she even want to return to this club? She couldn't quite decide...

He looked over her and noticed how she tugged at her dress but it only accentuated her curves and her body. He smiled softly as she said she had to go because she was shooting and he couldn't help but smile softly and said. "You can stay a bit longer, can't you? Shooting doesn't start till mid morning and it is only." He paused and looked at his watch. "ten after midnight." He said as he looked over her and could tell she wasn't as submissive as he initially judged and he needed to get her to stay a bit longer. For him to show her how to behave and how much pleasure can be derived from complete submission especially to him, but he knew that wouldn't work so instead he knew that tomorrow he would personally invite her back to the club and they would dance again and he would explain the nature of this club more and more. Until he could fully assess her and know what she likes. He would make sure though that she was the only one of the cast that was invited back so that she knew it was because she impressed him and he wanted her back. He wanted her to get used to following his wishes and commands and something told him that she would not deny an invitation to the club because of how exclusive it was. It would make her feel superior among others. He looked over her carefully and less analytically than before. He simply wanted to get a feel for her on this first greeting.

Fully express themselves? Emma glanced around for a few moments, again noting how people interacted, how they looked. She was beginning to suspect that she knew precisely what was going on here, and she knew that it certainly wasn't for her. Yes, Kale had a draw to him, an appeal that Emma certainly couldn't deny, even to herself. But she wasn't about to go submitting herself to him or anything. They simply danced, and Emma enjoyed it for what it was. They danced till Emma was starting to feel flushed, and then Kale was leading them back to the booth. The kiss on her neck made Emma stiffen for a moment, and she looked to him. Should she tell him that she wasn't interested, or at least, not interested in that manner? No, better to remain polite for at least a while longer. "I took some lessons," she told him, smiling. "It's always a good idea to be well-rounded. Well, that and I've earned some role simply by being good at dancing." As Emma paused, she noticed how Kale looked at her, analyzing her, almost sizing her up as though she were meat or something. She shifted again, subtly pulling at the dress, tugging the hem down at first, not realizing that she was subtly enhancing her cleavage, before her hand went up to slightly tug the dress up. Somehow, Emma managed to pull the leather tight against her, something she couldn't fix, so she simply smiled her way through it. "It's quite interesting here," she ventured, waving a hand, "but I think I might have to leave soon. We're shooting and all, and I wouldn't want to be tired."

Kale smiled as she was being polite but he could tell this was not going anywhere near where he would like it to go and having a feeling that she would enjoy his idea he said. "It should be staying for another week or so." He then stood up and took her hand. Pulling her out of the booth and not telling her where he was taking her he moved through the dance floor quickly, his grip on her hand tight as he was not going to lose her and he moved before opening a door and then they were alone in a quite hallway, though the music of the club could be heard thumping faintly and he continued to lead her down the hallway before he entered a room and closed it, locking it. Before she could say anything, Kale moved her to a wall and pushed her against it gently and placed a strong kiss to her lips. His tongue demanding entrance into her mouth and his hands rested on her hips as his tongue finally got into her mouth and explored her tongue as well as her mouth, despite this he was remaining in complete control of the kiss before he broke it and took and deep breath and said nothing. His hand slid under her leather dress and went right to her pussy, rubbing it roughly and he said. "You are going to be such a fun little girl, Emma. Just relax and enjoy it, your body has been craving the strong touch of a dominant all your life." He said as he wanted her to think about his words and to realize they were true.

Her company saw through Emma's little ruse, and she had to smile at him, feeling decidedly abashed. Though she hadn't realized that it was even as late as he told her; somehow time had gotten away from her. The girl squirmed for a moment, trying to decide what to do. Now, leaving felt quite rude, but on the other hand, she didn't want to wind up staying too late and missing shooting tomorrow. From what she remembered, her job tomorrow was relatively light though... "I could probably stay for a little while longer," she admitted. She shifted, looking around at the club. The place still seemed off-putting, still seemed less like somewhere she wanted to be. Yet the man had asked, and Emma figured it would have been impolite, yes, that was it, it was manners. Emma smiled at Kale, trying to think of a polite direction to take for the conversation. "Is the club staying long?" she asked. Probably not a question Kale could answer, really, but she was fishing at this point. It was either that or start asking Kale personal questions, and somehow, Emma got the feeling that simply wasn't allowed, and would most certainly be frowned upon.

He smiled as she followed so perfectly and she even reacted to the kiss and when she broke it and moved from him he smiled and said. "Emma, don't kid yourself. A celebrity like you doesn't have much time to herself and besides, I know that somewhere deep in you, you enjoy my control, my confidence only arouses you." He said and he stepped to her quickly, once again pinning her up on the wall and his hand slipped between her legs and rubbed her panties softly and slowly while his free hand went into her hair and grabbed it tightly. His lips once more planted themselves onto hers and his tongue slid into her mouth as he kissed her so deeply while he held her by her hair and his hand on her panties began to move quicker, applying more pressure to her needy loins. His eyes locked onto hers through the kiss and the hand in her hair made it so she could not break it until he decided to. Which he only did when he felt her running out of air. He broke the kiss and said. "See, your already getting wet." He teased her even though he barely felt anything other than the material of her panties, but he hoped he would bring it to her attention and she would feel the growing arousal in the pit of her stomach.

Another week or so, which meant that Emma could possibly invite friends or at least have someone confirm that the place actually existed. She wasn't sure she really wanted to come back here, ever. There was something about the place that set her nerves on edge, made her squirm in her seat. That squirming only increased whenever Kale showed her attention. Now, he moved to take her hand, nearly pulling her out of the seat. Emma protested, but she followed, wondering where exactly he was taking her. Questions rose to her mind, and she even opened her mouth a time or two to ask. Yet they never quite came out. Instead, she watched, noting the various people, who had started engaging in activities that were more and more sensual. Emma passed a pair of women who were feeling one another's bodies quite intently, their kiss showing tongue as their hands bared skin and played with tender bits. A woman was giving a man a various obvious blowjob, while he pulled at her pulled up hair. Perhaps the worst for Emma was having people stare at her, admiring the beauty encased in leather: a package wrapped for their friend Kale to enjoy. Into a room, and then, Emma started to grow nervous. She started protesting, but any protests were smothered by a kiss, one that seized her lips and burned with passion. A tongue entered the sweet mouth, and Emma found herself reacting, the sheer sensuality guiding her more than mind or conscious. The hands were sliding along the leather, and she could feel him along her hot skin. within moments, it had slid underneath the leather, pressing against the lacy panties the girl wore. Emma yelped and broke away, her hands going to touch the hand within her. "What? I don't--I don't even know what you're talking about!" insisted Emma. She'd suspected, and she'd found herself unwillingly following him. But this? She turned, looking toward the door, trying to think of a way of leaving. Emma was growing panicked, her eyes flicking around, noticing the room and widening as she realized what it was, where she was.

He smirked as he continued to tease her with his hand and he said. "I'm not going to let you go, and your not going to press charges. I can feel you getting aroused, I see the blush in your cheeks, I see the look in your eyes, your body is loving my control of it." He said as he decided to go even farther than he was right now and he pulled her hair back, exposing her neck to him. He knew that if she had any submissive in her at all this position would send chills down her spine. After all it was the most submissive pose available, to offer her neck to her dominant completely was to give her dominant her life. He placed kisses on her neck as his hand slid up and then down as his hands now rubbed her flesh softly, her panties resting just below her pussy and he smiled as he continued to rub her exposed cunt now. He knew she was getting hot and bothered, he just needed her body to take over and let him control her.

It was true that Emma certainly didn't have much in the way of time to tend to her own needs. The confidence part was undeniable: Emma had felt drawn to that from the first meeting. But control? Emma shook her head, trying to deny that. He pressed against her, and once more a hand rose between her legs. The Brit tried to close them tight, only to succeed in clamping the hand between the two warm thighs. Fingers were rubbing against lace now, grinding against the sex beneath. His other hand had gone up, pulling back her hair and moving it so their lips once more connected. Emma felt him seize her lips, taking control, seizing her breath. There was no option to move, no resistance that seemed possible, let alone right. Emma tried, tensing her body and pushing against the wall. Escape was not to be hers, and she felt him sucking the air from her, the liplock making her head light, her world spinning. No breaking; held in place. Then he broke, leaving her breathless and panting. A hand had pressed tight against her sex, teasing the flesh. Yet Emma, surprised and resistant, hadn't quite gotten as wet as Kale might have hoped. She was proving the stereotype of her people quite well: almost not reacting to what he was doing to her. The words, however, hit hard, and she felt a weight of arousal deep within. "Let me go," she spoke, her voice harsh, yet still breathless. Her head spun, and her body was already beginning to war with her mind, a fight that she wasn't sure she could "win." "Let me go, and I won't press charges." A threat; what she could manage, despite a heaving chest and a rising temperature.

Kale smiled as he pulled a moan out of her and he felt her body heating up and he knew he was close to winning this girl as his. He just needed to show her the strength of her orgasm when procured by a dominant of his caliber. He continued to stroke only her soft little labia and rain kisses down on her neck as he wanted nothing more than to feel her juice all over his hand and he stopped the kisses as his mouth moved next to her ear and he spoke softly, letting his warm breath tickle her ear as he said. "Emma, give in, your body loves what I am doing, you have no reason not to obey. The press will not know, this club is exclusive, nobody in hear will dare say a word about what goes on in here. Your body needs this and you need it to, you just do not know. Your lucky, fate has given you to me. To show you what you really are, to show you the pleasure you will find in submitting. For that is what you are, a submissive, no not just a submissive. Your my submissive." He said and placed a kiss on her neck, just below her ear as he pulled her hair back more, making her tilt her head back completely as his fingers slowly slid just the tips of themselves into her and stroked her walls. Wanting and knowing her orgasm will come soon. He hoped his words had the desired effect on her, that she realizes that she is indeed supposed to be his submissive and that if she gives in she will love her life tenfold.

The words continued to hammer at Emma, revealing that which she had been struggling to hide. His control was overwhelming, and there was certainly something intoxicating in his motions, in his touch. He jerked her hair back, and Emma gasped as she felt her neck exposed to him. Something primitive kicked in, letting her know that he was, in fact, dominating and taking over. Emma found herself struggling against it, pushing against the wall, but not quite able to leave. Lips rained kisses upon Emma's neck, and the Brit moaned. Her eyes pinched shut, her breathing shaky as she fought against the mounting feelings. She knew her mind didn't want this, that it was against societal norms and she certainly didn't want the press. She tried shaking her head again, and attempted to push off the wall. A hand pulled those silken underwear off, baring the tiny slit of a sex to the air. a little tuft of light brown hair just crowned the sex, and Emma looked and felt very vulnerable. His hands sought out her newly bared flesh, and the starlet bit her lip, pushing against him, trying to reject the mounting feelings and seek escape, even as her body grew hotter and hotter.

Kale could sense that he was getting close, her body was responding perfectly and he heard the lust in her voice as she could not speak without a moan or a groan escaping from her lips. Kale smiled and as he kept her head pulled back and his fingers stroked the soft warm velvety flesh between her legs he kissed his way back up to her ear and he simply said. "You submit to me. That is what you want to say. I know you do, your body desperately wants your mouth to say that. Know that those words will bring more pleasure than my fingers ever will. But you need to realize that on your own. You need to hear your voice speak those words, to verbally acknowledge your submission. To say aloud that you belong as my submissive." He said as he placed another kiss on her ear and moved back down towards her neck and suckled on her neck and collar bone. His fingers moving slightly deeper into her and he moved carefully towards the area of her g-spot. When he had sunk his entire fingers into her warm core he began to stroke her wall up towards her clitoris and out to him. Wanting to strike that g-spot just right. To show her that he was her master over her body, and if she allowed it, her mind.

The fingers played masterfully over Emma's underutilized sex. The girl could feel her hips moving against the fingers, her body seeking out the pleasure that those digits so willingly provided for her. Heat gathered all throughout the woman, as those oft-suppressed emotions and desires were drawn to the surface. Emma could feel her sex moistening, arousal creating the wetness that would allow him entrance into her most secret of places. Kisses kept raining upon her neck, and she felt her head rolling. She didn't deny him, wasn't sure that she could. Instead, she bared more white flesh for his oppressive lips, allowing him to seize her. Give in. Her body loves it. No reason not to obey. Her body rocked against those words, and Emma could feel her breath coming faster and faster. Her pale skin showed the red of arousal, the flush that came from her body's natural reaction. Again, those hands went between her legs, seeking out the fingers that played so wonderfully against her. Emma's heaving chest seemed to surge against her dress, her breasts nearly begging to be released, but somehow, she felt the confines almost more exhilarating, the sense of control ever present. A submissive; submit; give in to him; let him draw the sensations and feelings from her. A pull on her hair, and Emma felt her head slide back further, baring the white neck even more to him, completely submissive to his motions. The lips had returned to her neck, kissing her, and she felt the fingers diving deeper into her sex. They would find warmth: soft walls of velvet closing about the digits: wet lips just kissing the digits as they touched her. Emma was already trembling, fighting desperately against her body's urges, knowing it was wrong, not wanting to give in. "I--" she tried speaking, instead she moaned, her body quivering, her eyelids fluttering, her hips sliding toward him. "I--Please--I--" Emma didn't even know what to say, but groaned again, feeling her sex growing hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter, and she knew his words to be true on some primal level.

Kale smiled as his master manipulation of Emma's sex brought about probably the most powerful orgasm of her entire life. Kale slid his fingers out of her slowly and he just stroked her delicate and sensitive sex as it spewed its juice down her legs. Kale smiled and held her up from her body collapsing with the hand in her hair as well as the hand stroking her sensitive delicate pussy. He leaned in and placed strong firm kisses on her neck as he went to her ear and said. "That is what a dominant brings to a submissive. Pleasure that is indescribable. Pleasure that you will never experience outside of your dominant's hand and body. It is obvious to me and to the other trained submissives and dominants in this club that you are a submissive and that your my submissive. You will find that no other man can do what I did as quickly and as decisively as me. I know your body better than you. All I need is for you to give me your mind and your love. Be my submissive and you will have no regrets about anything at all." He said as his fingers continued to stroke her and to hold her head back and her neck exposed. Kale desperately wanted this girl to realize her true nature, to see that she was indeed meant to be his submissive.

The fingers continued to stroke, drawing more and more wetness from Emma's willing body. Her sex felt as though it were melting: molten hot and beginning to leak with feminine juices. The hips kept moving, kept seeking out those fingers, kept seeking that pleasure. All the while, she could feel his lips pressing against her, kisses of passion, kisses of domination. The girl moaned, she shook her head, she even managed enough to push against the wall, if feebly. Say aloud that she belonged? Emma shook her head again, her hair starting to get in her way, trapped between lips and marring portions of her face. She could feel him kissing her, suckling her neck, sure to draw red marks upon the white of her flesh. Even as she struggled, both with the arousal and against it, Emma felt the heat flaring within. Sweat was beginning to bead now, and her legs parted further, allowing him greater access. Those fingers dragged along her inner walls, massaging her sex as no man had done before. Then, his fingers were teasing toward her clit: that tiny bundle of nerves just sticking out. Emma had known of the clitoris in a general sense, but never bothered with it, and her feeble attempts at "lovemaking" certainly hadn't helped her discover something. Nor had any of that touched upon that hidden spot within. That spot that Kale found. "Oh goooooood!" cried Emma. Her body jerked and spasmed. Emma's entire form seemed to be moving, quaking and jerking. She arched her back, letting out wordless cry: a sharp, piercing one. Her sex spasmed about fingers, releasing more liquid, nearly anointing those fingers with her juices. Pleasure rippled all throughout her, overwhelming senses and taking full control over her fine form. The girl could do nothing except ride it out, moaning, groaning, even outright screaming at the intense pleasure called forth by Kale's masterful manipulations. As it subsided, Emma felt her vision swim, completely overcome by the intensity of the orgasm, unable to move or to really think: she simply slumped against the wall, nearly falling completely.

Kale saw her head nod as she accepted her position and then her head rolled with his kisses and her pussy moved with his fingers and he knew then and there that she was his and that he could leave and she would be back as soon as he invited her back. Kale kissed her neck once more and then whispered into her ear. "Emma, my submissive, I want you to wear a necklace, that shows all you belong to me, It is usually a collar, but in your line of work I doubt you could wear a collar, so this necklace will be your reminder of my fingers on your body, of the pleasure and control your dominant has over you." He said as he gave her pussy a soft pat before reaching into his back pocket and putt a silver dog tag like necklace around her neck and on the tag it simply said. Kale's good girl, and then listed some of Kale's information such as his phone number and the time to contact him. Kale smiled and then said. "Also, tonight before you sleep you will shave this tuft of hair." He said as his hand returned to her nether region and he played with the small bit of hair above her slit and then he removed his hand and added. "Lastly, I want you to purchase two things for me. A vibrator and an anal plug." He said and then delivered another kiss to her neck and slowly released her hair, letting her head fall back to it's initial position.

The fingers left, and Emma could feel hot liquid upon her thighs and legs. His hands moved to hold her up, to brace her, and another began stroking her. Kale stroked Emma not as a person did to another, but like you would a possession, a pet that you happened to dote upon and love more than the rest. He leaned forward, and Emma felt more kisses upon her neck. Her resistance was gone, burned away by an intense climax. Intense pleasure; Emma was a submissive. The girl still wanted to deny it, felt her mind resist and recoil from the idea. But her body wanted more, craved it. Her head was already moving before she could fully comprehend the action: nodding its acceptance of her new role. She would behis, if the reward for being so was to get more pleasure exactly like that. He knew her body, and now his fingers were returning. Hips moved to fingers, a neck lolled, and the starlet moaned, a moan of half desperation, half despair. There was no pulling back, and Emma didn't think she would even if the option had become available to her. Kale not only had her wherehewanted her, but where Emma wanted to be.

Kale smiled as she nodded and then when she asked if she should come to the club tomorrow kale smiled and said simply. "No, only come when you are invited. You have a few more trials before you get to come back here." He said and delivered a soft kiss to her lips and he said. "Goodbye, my submissive. Do not fret, you will be invited shortly. There are just things I need to do." He said and then his hands left her body and he was gone. He had turned and walked away from her, leaving her alone in the room. He had gone out to the main dance floor and from there straight to the exit. He did not want her to find him. Wanted her to feel like his, by following in his footsteps and obeying his every desire. Kale let two days go by without sending her anything or her invite before he left a small black box at work and inside the box was a black gown similar to the dress she wore, but more revealing and much much less material, there was a note on top of it that read. "Your dress for your next visit." It was simply signed, your one and only dom. Kale had hoped she knew that she was to wear this the next time and then he waited two more days before he sent her his invite for that night. There were special instructions with the invite that said. "Bring what you were told to get." Kale was sitting in his booth that night waiting for her to come to the club and to show him how good of a girl she was for him.

More kisses, more movements, and Emma could only groan. He kissed her upon the neck, a kiss that felt like a finishing move, then whispered words into her ear. Emma, still dazed, still panting from her orgasm, could only nod. Whatever he said; she was going to obey. At least, that was how it would go for now. Besides, his explanation made sense: it might look like a collar, so this is a necklace of some kind. Emma felt a slight pat, one that made her yelp and jerk again. Soon, something was enclosing around her neck, cinching tight. Emma recognized it, having seen such things on animals time and time again. She'd seen it on a few humans too, though she barely remembered that now. Her glazed brown eyes flicked down, seeing it, seeing the tag glistening there. She reached for it, seeing that it didn't even have her name, but instead a statement of ownership. This made Emma squirm; she wasn't sure she really... but she remembered the sexual tension, the great climax he'd wrought upon her body. It had been so splendid. More orders were soon coming, along with a pat to her sex, one that made her cry out. The girl nodded, agreeing. She would shave; she would find a way to purchase such things. Emma wasn't even entirely certain why she agreed, only that it seemed like the best course of action. Agree, and receive the reward. It made sense. She had to do what made sense. "Should I come back to the club tomorrow?' asked Emma, not sure. No, she shook her head; she shouldn't want this at all. Her mind was just so addled, so confused...

Kale saw the girl approach his new possession and he was pleased that the collar worked and Emma was pointed deeper into the club and to his booth when she arrived at his booth Kale said nothing but he stood and moved to her. His hand tracing her jawline as his eyes started at her eyes before letting her see his eyes shift down over her body and they went over her body, going all the way down her thighs and then back up to her eyes before he gave a small nod and then turned her around, her ass now facing him and he spent another minute analyzing her from the back before he spun her to face him and motioned for her to sit in the booth and kale sat next to her this time, his hand resting on her bare thigh as the dress rode up when she sat. Kale couldn't help but smirk and he moved her hair out of her ear for him and placed a kiss on her ear and said softly. "Welcome back, my girl. I trust you obeyed me to the letter?" He asked as his hand continued to slowly rub her barren thighs and he hoped that she had indeed done everything he wished of her and he was going to bring her to quite a few orgasms tonight. He was going to pound it into her head that she was his toy. He knew all the right buttons to push for her. Kale was ruthless as the hand on her thigh slipped under the dress and rubbed her slit, feeling no hair he smiled and said. "Good job, you have shaved." He said and then two fingers slipped into her pussy and immediately went to her g-spot. Stroking it and sending waves of pleasure through her. Wanting her to cum for him right now at his booth before they went to the back room and he truly exploited his new toy.

Only come when invited. Emma felt the urge to resist rising up again at those words, as though he controlled her life. Kale silenced her with a kiss though, and a promise that she would be invited soon enough. Without another word, he departed, leaving a dazed Emma still sitting there, uncertain as to what to do. It would be some time till she managed to pick herself off the ground and begin a slow, steady walk toward the exit. For a while, Emma wasn't sure that what happened had even really happened, that she'd submitted to a strange, dark man in a club and he'd brought her to new heights of pleasure. She'd shot the next day, removing the "necklace" only for shots. For some reason, Emma felt like wearing the necklace. Perhaps it was a reminder, perhaps it was his work worming its way into her brain. Regardless, she simply dismissed it as a new quirk. Less so was her decision to purchase an anal plug and a vibrator, though the latter was certainly fun to play with. Stranger still, she followed through with the order about her nether regions, making them as smooth as the day she was born. For a while, Emma nearly forgot it happened, especially as Kale hadn't sent word. In fact, she'd even begun to wear the collar less and less, even going without it for most of the second day. Then, she received the package, opened it, and stared. He wanted her to...? Emma shook her head, put it away, and tried to put it out of her mind. The next day though, she had the collar on again, and fingered the tag quite often. Then the invite came, on that day. Emma stared at it, considering. No one would know; he'd promised. The pleasure had been intense. But a submissive? No, she knew she wasn't that. She should go though, to see if she truly was what he said. A little experiment. Obey his orders to get a little closer; that was all. Should be simple. That could almost be said of the dress. Emma had put on her makeup: dark circles to make her eyes pop, a touch of lipstick, and her light brown hair flowing out around her. Then, she'd attempted the dress, and had some difficulty. For one thing, it was clear it attached to the collar, with a pair of chains extending from what could only be called "breast coverings" to the collar proper. A buckle around the front kept the two together, as well as pushing up Emma's cleavage. Neither breast was fully covered by the confining, reflective black dress: nearly half of each orb was exposed. It looked as though someone had taken a chunk from the dress as well. For while it clung to Emma's left side, it also bared a good portion of her white abdomen, from an inch to the left of her belly button, all the way around her right. A pair of buckles held it together on the right side, baring pale thigh beneath. There would be no panties with this garment, and no real shifting either. Though the dress clung like a second skin, Emma was still aware that a shift in either direction would bare her newly shaven slit. The heart-stoppingly sexy actress arrived at the club, and this time, heads turned. One woman approached quickly, only to reach up and read the collar. She laughed, gave Emma a slap to the ass, and pointed deeper into the club. The Brit swallowed, clutching the purse that held the plug and the vibrator, and she sauntered toward Kale, uncertain as to why she was there or what she hoped would happen next.

Kale smiled as she sat for him and she sat oh so prettily for her dominant and he said nothing to his submissive as he played with her pussy and he began his hunt for her g-spot and he continued his hunt until he felt the tight ball of nerves and he quickly began to rub it softly. Continually striking the soft ball of nerves and he wondered if he would be able to make Emma cum even faster than her previous visit. When she told Kale to stop he chuckled softly and pushed against the spot now, no longer stroking it but actually pushing against it, applying pressure to it and then removing the pressure, only to apply it once more. He continued this cycle as he said. "Emma, don't say such lies. You don't want me to stop, your loving this. Think about all the people that get to see your dominant making complete use of his submissive. Think of all the jealousy of the other submissives that my fingers are giving you and only you their attention while they have to have some other, weaker, and less popular dominant control them. That you are a lucky submissive that gets to have the attention of the most experienced and strong dominate in the entire club." He said as he continued to push against her g-spot, wanting her to have a body rocking orgasm right here in his booth and he said. "Emma, I'm glad you shaved for me, the feel of my submissives skin is so much better now. Though do me a favor and put your toys on the table. I want to see what a dirty girl you really are." He teased her and waited for her to obey, his hand never ceasing it's pounding.

Kale was there, and he stared at Emma as though someone had presented him with his favorite toy. Then again, that was what she was to him, wasn't it? Emma swallowed, her hands flexing about the purse. She wished she was wearing more clothing; never had she felt more exposed. In fact, the clingy dress was worse than prancing about naked, especially as it kept dragging against Emma's recently bared sex, causing friction that she really didn't want. He motioned, made her move, and Emma again felt like a prize on display for someone. The clinging black latex outlined a wonderfully pert ass, curving around to grip the slim curves beautifully. All he'd need to do is shift slightly to see the bits that most would care for, and that fact alone made Emma squirm, memories arising. "What? Yes, I have everything," said Emma. She pressed her legs together, fighting against the flaring up that had occurred when Kale spoke. She wasn't a submissive, that was why she was here, to prove otherwise. Emma hadn't exactly figured out how being here did that, but she knew it to be true. Kale was already motioning for her to sit, and Emma had slid next to him without thinking. Her dress rose slightly, baring a creamy bit of thigh. She tried to tug it down, but soon found his hands traveling over her instead. The fingers touched the smooth thigh, finding the skin hairless and prepared for him. Fingers almost immediately went to her sex, delving between the tight lips and pressing. Emma gasped, gripping the table, her head swaying forward. The fingers seemed driven to find a spot within Emma, and she felt pure waves of pleasure coursing through her. Almost immediately, her sex grew wet, hot, obviously needy for his touch. The tenderness of it had only been amplified by the shaving, the sensations all the more powerful. "Stop," she moaned, her voice throaty and full. "People will see us." Though she doubted many were looking, beyond those that were simply entranced by the sight of Emma, writhing and wearing what she was. Even then, there were other beauties to behold as well, some not wearing collars of ownership yet.