Author's note: I wrote this three years ago, good lord. To this day I'm just as incorrigible.
They had been the best of friends and the worst of foes, but one thing was for certain: their common enemy held them close.
Perhaps too close by some people s standards.
Nevertheless, their time together was drawing to an end, and then what? Victory? Defeat? Either outcome would lead them down different paths of deviance, never to meet again. At least not like this.
Costume-clad limbs entwined as kisses drifted and cigarette smoke billowed. They d burn the damn hideout down if Penguin wasn't careful. But that was the least of their concerns.
What mattered most was making this night memorable.