We return from our latest duel, sweat beading our foreheads and tiredness aching throughout our bodies. 10pm isn't the most ideal time to fight crime. We say our good nights and head to our separate rooms, Mine and Kory's, Raven and Gars, and Vic's in his own little laboratory. As Kory and I walk through the hall she clutches my stomach. I wince in pain, not telling Kory about my new injury. "Richard.". She looks me in the eye and tells me in a stern tone. "So I may have gotten a little hurt...". I start and she gives me "the look". "I do not know what to the do with you.". She sighs and drags me into our room, making me sit down in a chair. "Take off your shirt.". She demands and I oblige smirking with an occasional wink. She storms into our bathroom, digging through a drawer and coming out with a roll of bandage wrap. And the dreaded bottle of alcohol. "Kory, you know I hate that.". I say and she replies, "And, you know how much I hate seeing you hurt.". She grabs a washcloth and pours alcohol on it. She takes it and kisses my stomach before placing the washcloth on it. It stings like hell, and I groan while it gets onto my cuts and bruises. She then takes the bandage wrap and wraps it around my lower torso, my upper arms, and one of my hands and wrist. "Thank you.". I whisper and she nods, brushing her lips against mine. I kiss her passionately and soon break apart due to people have to breath. She strips down into her undergarments and I can't help but stare. "Richard , why are you doing the looking?". Kory asks. "Because your beautiful.". I answer. She blushes and I creep up behind her, grabbing ahold of her waist and dragging her onto bed. She lies her head on the pillow and I bury my face in her chest, just like I did to my mama when I was little. "Goodnight Richard.". She says and I whisper in her ear, "Goodnight love.".