Ty Lee breathed harshly as the Southern Water Tribe citizen lavished her body with a skilled tongue. "I should have called you sooner," she gasped, turned on at their reflection in the mirror of her car.

Grasping brown tresses, she increased the pressure and brought a fantasy to the forefront of her mind.

"Zu…" she groaned, hoping the young man did not hear her.

His head popped up quickly and glanced out the rear window of the luxury car.

"What's wrong?" Asked Ty Lee, disappointed at the sudden interruption of a sweet fantasy/memory of her and La Bella Mafia only an hour before she left for the evening.

"Did you say Suki?" Sokka asked, his breathing quickening.

Though the good doctor choked down a chuckle, her body was not in a funny mood. "Of course not!" She snapped. "Now are you going to get me off or sit here with more corny jokes?"

Raising his hands in artificial surrender, Sokka shook his head. "Whoa, calm down, Ty. And it wasn't a joke. I mean we're both involved, remember? We have to be careful with these kinds of games".

Livid, the good doctor huffed, kneeing the blue-eyed man in the chin as she squirmed away, pulling up her black, lace underwear.

"Hey," called Sokka, hurriedly grasping her knees. "Where are you going?"

Rolling her eyes, Ty Lee used a classic set of quick jabs to render him helpless. "I'm going to find someone who's not afraid to fuck me like a grown woman should be. You are going to get pushed off my leather seats and out of my car". At this, she opened the door.

"B-B-B…" Stuttered the paralyzed man.

"Seriously, don't speak," Interrupted the doctor, reapplying her lipstick. "I have better things to do than listen to you ramble on about your fiancée when we both know she's probably sucking off mine. I'm too turned on, wet and sexy to go to waste". A strong shove from pink pumps sent Sokka towards the concrete floor of Arkham Asylum's parking garage.

Dr. Ty Lee crawled into the driver's seat of her vehicle. Rolling down her window, she threw Sokka's IPhone towards his bulge and started the car, pressed the button to drop the convertible top and placed her dark Louis Vuitton sunglasses on her nose.

"By the way, lose my number, I never really wanted to fuck you anyway".

At that, she sped away, tires squealing as she maneuvered around the columns of the parking garage and through the gates.

"Shit!" Hissed Sokka, looking at the gray ceiling, helplessly.

"Feeling blue, Water Tribe?" A familiar voice shook the empty lot with its echo.

Wincing as his privates were pressed by stainless, gold steel, Sokka's eyes followed the gold-plated weapon up to pale fingers calmly placing a single bullet in the barrel. "Gods, please…please…don't…" He pleaded.

"Look at you, blue and begging. So unbecoming," hissed La Bella Mafia, dressed in plain clothes and grinning. "Would you prefer your mouth swallow my bullet? You sure failed to give my pet a good time with it".

"Your pet? Zuko's girl?"

The mafia princess's smile vanished, eyes widened with a wicked gleam, before they narrowed again. "She wouldn't dare," she said, mostly to herself. "You're not making this any better for yourself," she said to the fearful man.

"Please…I won't tell any…" Azula did not care to negotiate. Taking a handkerchief from the pocket of the visitor she had killed and relieved her current clothing from, she wiped the blood from her face with a black leathered hand.

Zuzu. She thought, removing a set of keys from Sokka's pocket and hitting the panic button.

A luxury SUV blared in response. Ah, you received handsome compensation for your meddling in business that doesn't concern you, Peasant.

Starting the vehicle, she lit a cigarette and awaited the darkness. Hmm…It is long overdue to visit you and your fiancee, Dear Brother, I have been missing you both, terribly.