I've been having trouble with my eyes lately, but unfortunately the earliest appointment I could get with my ophthalmologist was March. So it hurts a little to read. That said, let me know if there are any spelling and grammar mistakes, and bear with me if updates are a little slow.

Sorry, it's mostly FlugxAndi in this chapter.

Still laughing from the tickle fight, Flug shut the door to Lita's room. When he turned around, he found his boss standing there. Screeching, Flug fumbled with his tablet. No matter how many times the demon popped out of nowhere, he never ceased to startle the scientist.

"How is she?" Black Hat quietly demanded.

"D-Doing great," Flug said once he'd gotten his bearings. "And—err, Miss Espinosa thinks she'll be able to walk on her own pretty soon."

Black Hat nodded, his eye on the door. Flug followed his gaze.

"W-Would you like to see her, s-sir?" he asked gently. "She's b-been asking about y—"

"You told that story falsely."

Flug blinked. "S-Sir?"

He directed his attention back to the scientist. "I didn't entirely disapprove of your match with the little doctor. I gave you the option of marrying her and recruiting her for the organization."

So, Black Hat had been listening. What Flug didn't understand was why the demon hadn't just visited Lita if he was so curious about her current state of health. Clearly, he was avoiding the topic, but the scientist didn't dare risk addressing it.

"W-Well," Flug said, rubbing the back of his neck, "I-I told you before, she, uh…wasn't on board with that second part, sir. I mean being from a heroic family—"

"You were from a heroic family."

"Y-Yes, but…A-Andi doesn't think the same way I do. There's no way she would've ever…" He stopped himself before he could reveal more. "I-It was best she forgot our relationship entirely."

"Pity," Black Hat said bluntly. "From what I've seen, she seems to have more of a brain and backbone than you do. And it would be useful to have someone with proper medical knowledge on staff." He leaned forward, scrutinizing Flug. "You're still attached to her, aren't you?"

Flug shivered under his gaze. "M-My feelings are insignificant, s-sir. But don't worry! I'm, uh…used to keeping them b-buried."

Black Hat's claws twitched, itching to reach for the doorknob to Lita's room. "That cannot be an easy task for you, Doctor."

"N-No, but…" Flug desperately wanted to talk about something else. "S-Speaking of A-Andi, she, uh…was wondering if she could, uh…see some of my machines? Not the super top-secret ones, of course! But, uh…maybe some of the old ones we're not selling anymore? Y-You needn't worry about her p-passing it on to the Hero Organization! She's cut ties with them! She's just, uh, curious and—"

"Whatever," Black Hat said with a grunt as he started his way down the hall. "Just don't let her touch anything."

Flug stood there stiffly for a moment, surprised that his boss had actually approved of the request. Now that he thought about it, Black Hat had been strangely docile ever since they'd returned from the hospital. He hadn't yelled at anybody. He hadn't given Andi the usual hostage treatment. Which, to be fair, was understandable as this was the person ensuring the recovery of his best thief.

But he also hadn't made many appearances, nor had he given many orders. Every task was listed on the app as usual, but most of it involved looking after Lita. Black Hat had not even mentioned any evil projects or any heroes to be taken out. Everything at the moment was focused on Lita getting better.

Flug couldn't help but feel a little jealous, as he never got this much attention whenever he was injured. Which happened a lot. Yet he was concerned about Lita as well, so he couldn't complain. But Black Hat's behavior was strange. He was going out of his way for Lita's recovery, and yet hadn't come to see her. Not once since she'd woken up. It was like he cared for her wellbeing, yet at the same time wanted nothing to do with her. Flug just couldn't figure it out.

What the scientist didn't know was that Black Hat wanted to see Lita. To be by her side, to watch her health improve, to aid her in regaining her strength. But he couldn't, because there were other urges that sprang up when he was around her. Urges he didn't understand.

Urges that frightened him more than seeing Lita harmed.

"This is incredible," Andi murmured as she looked around the lab.

Flug had thrown blankets over the more sensitive projects and had also hidden away any pictures on the wall that would have hinted towards his identity. At this moment, she was examining a table of various little gadgets and gizmos.

"It's, uh," he said, tapping his fingers together in embarrassment, "mostly cancelled and r-rejected projects. N-Nothing too impressive."

"You can't have success without a few failures." She pointed to a round metal object. "Is that the anti-gravity device?!"

"Don't," Flug said, snatching it up, "touch anything! Wait." He looked at her curiously. "You know about this thing?"

"Yeah," Andi said, straightening up. "I follow all your web videos. May not approve of how you use these things, but as someone with a minor in Electrical Engineering, I can't help but admire your work. Don't build things as much anymore, but I sometimes help in my uncle's garage."

His neck reddened at the fact that she'd actually followed his work without even knowing that they'd met before.

"This device was a failure," he said, setting the gadget down. "Who wants a whole room to float away?"

She shrugged. "Lots of people go to anti-gravity chambers for recreational purposes. And something like this could be used to train astronauts in the space program."

"Huh." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Never really thought about that."

"A lot of the stuff you make can be used for good." She turned back to the table of gadgets. "This shrink-slash-growth ray, for example, can help end world hunger by making food bigger! And this remote that makes evil thoughts real, you can make lots of things magically appear! New homes, new organs, new limbs! Seriously, why are you a villain?"

Flug hesitated to answer, remembering having shared a similar conversation with her before. One that had led to neither of them changing their minds. He couldn't be as detailed now, or she'd figure everything out.

"I was hurt," he said simply. "By people I hated." He kept his gaze on her. "And people I loved. When no one…cares about people like me, it's hard to care about others."

Andi turned to him. "People like you?"

He found no reason to hide this little tidbit. "I'm pansexual."

Understanding, her face fell. "Your folks didn't take it well, I gather."

It wasn't exactly a question.

"I'm as good as dead to them," Flug replied coldly.

Shaking her head, she crossed her arms. "See, it's the opposite for me. Because no one helped me through my hardships, I strive to help others so they don't have to…have it so hard." She smiled softly. "Guess that's why I ended up leaning more towards medicine than robotics. Maybe someday I can combine the two, make a robot that can perform surgery or something like that."

That's when Flug was reminded of why he'd decided to let her go in the first place. She was too good for this sinful world. Too good for him.

"But," she said in a non-judgmental tone, "I guess you gotta do what you gotta do in this crazy town, right?"

"Right," he said quietly.

In order to dispel the growing awkwardness, Andi looked around for something to talk about.

"Are these real?" she asked, pointing to the many diplomas on the wall.

"Um…yes?"

Adjusting her glasses, she started reading the text of each diploma. "Doctor of Science, Doctor of Engineering, Doctor of Business Administration, Doctor of Education, Doctor of Psychology…Doctor of Divinity?"

Flug fiddled with his hands. "I-It was offered as a joint PhD w-with Philosophy."

"How'd you even get so many doctorates so fast?" Andi asked, turning to him. "You can't be that much older than me!"

He shrugged. "Child prodigy?"

"Me too!" She pointed to herself. "And it still takes eight years to get an MD! Which begs the question," she said, glancing back at the wall, "how is it you have a PhD in Philosophy, but no MD?"

"Not as interested in the art of…healing." He quickly held up his hands, as if he were about to be smacked. "No offense!"

"None taken. Becoming a medical doctor isn't exactly easy." She gazed at the diplomas thoughtfully. "Then again, part of the reason it's taking so long is…well, I had some trouble at my high school and, uh…had to finish somewhere else. Then I had to take a few years off to work through my transition. Sex reassignment surgery and med school ain't cheap, you know."

He nodded, for he had known about this before. "How'd you manage it?"

She hesitated to look at him. "Can you keep a secret?"

He gestured to the paper bag covering his face, causing Andi to snort.

"Few years ago," she began slowly, "I suffered some sort of brain trauma. Never knew the cause, just that one day I woke up in the ICU with a bulk of my memory gone." She waved her hand. "Nothing major like my identity or defining moments in my childhood or anything like that, but the few months before the incident were really fuzzy. My uncle tried to fill me in on whatever he could, but nothing he said sounded particularly significant or triggering."

She rubbed her temple as she struggled to recall the time. "I must've won the lottery or something, because when I got home from the hospital, there was this huge envelope of cash under my pillow. Not even my uncle knew where it'd come from. Well, a lot of shit was going on, so who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth?"

It was a good thing Flug's guilty expression was hidden beneath his bag. "D-Did you…ever recover those memories?"

She shook her head. "Few things came back, but…nothing major." She glanced downward. "Was a little surprised to wake up with bigger breasts, though. I'd just started hormonal therapy, you see. I mean…for a moment I thought I was dreaming." She sighed sadly. "Kinda bummed I couldn't remember them getting to that size."

He was both relieved and ashamed of himself. "I, uh, hope this little, uh, incident w-won't stain your record as an intern."

"Oh, I'll be fine," she said with a smile. "You wouldn't believe how legitimate an excuse being kidnapped by a villain is. I'll get paid vacation time for this." Walking towards the center of the lab, she did a little turn as she glanced around. "To be honest, this is the most interesting thing to happen to me all year!"

"No boyfriend?" Flug asked before he could help himself. "Err, I mean, uh, partner?"

Not thinking too much on his question, Andi replied, "At the moment, no."

"Oh. That's…too bad."

In his head, he was leaping for joy.

"Just kinda hard to juggle a relationship with everything else, you know? Working for the MD, still getting used to the new body, all the paperwork for the name change…" She bit her lip as she gazed down at her feet. "Plus, people usually freak out when I tell them that I…used to be a dude."

Andi really hadn't changed much. Aside from the gap in memory and change in physicality, of course. She had always been the person to keep her feelings of fear and sadness from coming to light. Before she had come out to Flug all those years ago, he had thought her the most secure and together person he'd ever met, which was why he'd hesitated to share his growing feelings. But that one night when she had broken down in front of him, he had discovered that she felt insecure all the time. She just didn't want people knowing it. The difference now was that she had seemingly accepted these feelings and wasn't crying over sharing them.

He wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and tell her that she was the most wonderful person in the world. Well, that and to track down every single date that had made her feel insecure for her transgenderism and grant them slow and painful deaths. But he had to restrain himself.

"F-For w-what it's worth," he said, shyly placing his hands behind his back, "if I…w-wasn't a villain, I would, uh…" He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "I-I m-mean, I don't care if…"

Catching his meaning, Andi gave a gentle smile. "The sentiment is appreciated, Dr. Flug." She stepped closer to him. "Shame we didn't meet sooner. Under different circumstances, I think we could've been friends."

You have no idea, he thought as he stared at her wistfully.

"P-Please," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "C-Call me Flug."

"Okay. Call me Andi then." Her smile wavered for a moment. "Though, uh, I've been meaning to ask you. That day in the grocery store, how did you know my name was—?"

The clearing of Black Hat's throat interrupted her. They turned to see him standing there and for once, Flug sighed in relief at his boss' sudden appearance.

"Doctor?" Black Hat said.

"Yes?" Flug and Andi answered at the same time.

The demon glanced between the pair, noting that the woman was wearing Flug's t-shirt and lab coat. Great, Black Hat thought with a roll of his eye. There's two of them now! Put a paper bag over her head and I'll have a matching set!

"Dr. Espinosa," he emphasized, "I'd like to speak with you alone."

He glanced at Flug, who quickly got the cue to leave. As he passed by his boss, he sent a please-don't-hurt-her look. Black Hat wasn't planning to, as he remembered the little deal they had made years ago.

Once Flug was gone, the demon turned to Andi, who was doing her best to keep up a brave face. She was no fool. Being alone with the most powerful being in the multiverse was never a good thing.

"You seem awfully…amicable with my doctor."

Andi blushed slightly. "P-Purely for intellectual purposes, Mr. Black Hat." She pushed her glasses up her nose. "If I was overstepping my bounds—"

"Never mind that," Black Hat said, waving his hand. "You're a doctor, aren't you?"

"Not yet, as I've said, but—"

"I need you to make a diagnosis."

The woman blinked, having not expected this. It still bewildered her how Black Hat kept treating her like a real doctor, no matter how many times she corrected him. Well, having his respect was better than having him want to kill her.

"D-Do you think you might be ill, sir?" Andi asked cautiously.

Placing his claws behind his back, he replied, "I've been experiencing…symptoms I cannot explain."

She rubbed her arm awkwardly. "W-Well, I don't know much about demon anatomy, but…I can give it a try."

She held back a squeal as a notepad and pencil appeared in her hand. Black Hat flicked his wrist, indicating her to take notes.

"They've been occurring on and off for months," he said as he began pacing the lab. "But…a lot more frequently, as of late. First there are the abnormal changes in my body temperature—"

"Like a fever?" Andi asked, looking up from the notepad.

He paused as he gave a so-so sign. "Not quite. I mean my skin is perpetually icy. See?"

To prove his point, he took off one glove and grabbed Andi's bare hand.

"Shit!" she cried, wrenching her now freezing hand away.

"But lately I've been experiencing…instances of warmth." Black Hat pulled his coat tighter around him as he started pacing again. "And sometimes chills out of nowhere. I mean I'm used to the cold, but it's more than usual!"

"Interesting," she said, her hand still shivering as she jotted this down. "You sure you don't have a broken air conditioner or something?"

"I've checked that already!" he said with a huff. "Then there's the…irregular heartbeat."

"How irregular?"

He placed his ungloved claw over his chest. "I have one."

She paused in her scribbling to glance at him. "I…see. Anything else?"

As if embarrassed to admit this, Black Hat turned his back towards her. "I…I haven't killed any innocents in months! Heroes are easy, but I haven't mindlessly slaughtered any civilians like I used to!" Growling in frustration, he placed his claws on either side of his head. "I don't know why! I'm just not in the mood!"

Andi simply nodded, unsure of how to respond as she continued writing.

"And…for some reason," he said, his cheeks darkening, "I've been feeling especially…uncomfortable down…" His eye moved downward. "Well…down there."

"Uh-huh." She was starting to get the picture. "When do you experience these…hot flashes?" She resisted the urge to scoff. "Any pattern you can think of?

Still refusing to face her, he laced his claws together. "It happens when I'm…when I'm around…"

Hearing his hesitation, Andi said, "Someone in particular?"

He winced. "Y-Yes."

"Mmm-hmm." She tapped her pencil against her notepad. "I think I might know what you have."

"What?" Black Hat said, turning around.

Adjusting her glasses, she said in a deadpanned tone, "The deadliest disease there is. I'm afraid there's no cure."

"No cure?!" he shouted in panic. "It can't be the evil flu!"

Andi assumed he was just referring to regular flu. "Nope. Much worse."

Clenching his fists, he scowled. "What kind of useless doctor are you?!"

"Not a real doctor," she said calmly, placing her hands on her hips. "And I said there's no cure, but there is a way to treat it."

He grabbed her shoulders. "How?!"

Ignoring the rotting smell of his breath, Andi boldly looked the demon in the eye and said, "Tell Lita how you feel about her."

Andi had seen Black Hat make two kinds of faces on television. The murderously angry face, and the sadistically pleased face. She had never seen the devastatingly horrified face. She probably shouldn't have revealed her opinion, but he had literally asked for it, and she'd had her suspicions ever since the incident in the hospital. His current expression confirmed them.

Releasing the woman, the demon slowly backed away, his claws shaking. "W-What?"

"All your symptoms point to one condition," she said, patiently smoothing out the sleeves of her coat. "You're in love."

"D-Don't be ridiculous!" He hid his still shaking hands behind his back. "I'm incapable of love!"

"Just because you've never fallen in love before," she said, pushing her glasses back into place, "doesn't necessarily mean you're incapable of it."

"B-But…with her?!" He scoffed. "That's absurd! She's just my employee!"

Andi was amazed that a criminal mastermind could be this dense. "You threatened to blow up a hospital for her. You're constantly checking up on her to see if she's alright. I don't need a medical degree to see that you care for her. And apparently exhibiting avoidant behavior, suggesting some sort of attachment disorder that may be the result of, by my guess, neglectful parenting."

When Black Hat didn't respond, Andi placed her notebook and pencil on the nearest table.

"Listen. I know from experience that love can be…difficult. But that doesn't mean it isn't worth pursuing."

Now Black Hat's entire body was shaking with anxiety. "I-I'm a heartless demon! I don't love people! I despise them!"

Andi rolled her eyes. "If you say so. That was just my professional opinion."

"Well, don't go voicing these professional opinions to anyone else, especially to L—Miss Ladrona!"

She held up her hands in surrender. "Doctor-patient confidentiality. Besides, it's best if you tell her your—"

Andi's calm demeanor went out the window the moment Black Hat burst into flames.

"I'M NOT TELLING HER ANYTHING," he bellowed in his demonic voice, "BECAUSE THERE'S NOTHING TO TELL! I HAVE NEVER LOVED OR NEEDED ANYBODY IN MY LIFE AND I NEVER WILL! I DON'T CARE WHAT I PROMISED FLUG! IF YOU UTTER ONE MORE WORD ABOUT THIS EVER AGAIN, I WILL DO WHAT THOSE SURGEONS DID TO YOU, ONLY IN REVERSE AND MUCH MORE PAINFULLY!"

Then he disappeared in a puff of smoke, allowing Andi to release the air she'd been holding in. Clutching her chest, she began to hyperventilate. Flug came rushing back into the lab and saw that she was on the verge of a panic attack.

"Andi!" he cried, hurrying to her side. "I heard shouting! He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No." Steadying herself, she leaned against the scientist. "He was just…taking out his anger on someone else in order to mask his feelings."

"Huh?"

"In other words," she said, pointing to the last place Black Hat had stood, "this is why I never became a psychologist."

5.0.5. was sitting beside Lita's bed reading when Black Hat materialized in front of him, causing him to drop his picture book.

"Get out," the demon growled threateningly. "Now."

The bear didn't need to be told twice. He didn't even pick up his book as he rushed out of the room, leaving Black Hat alone with Lita. She was fast asleep, the heart monitor beeping steadily beside her bed. This was good. Her being asleep would make this easier.

His claws twitched, as they seemed to do whenever he came within close proximity of her. Already, he could feel his face warming up as he watched her chest rise and fall with every breath. He'd tried so hard to distance himself from her. He'd even stopped watching her on the security cameras. Of course, he still checked on her from time to time, but he refused to spy for too long. He'd come to respect her too much.

There was no doubt that she was the cause of these symptoms. Andi had at least been right about that. But it wasn't love. It was true that Black Hat had a certain fondness for Lita, but he was also fond of Lil' Jack. Yes, that was it. He cared for Lita as one would a pet. He owned her, he sheltered her, he fed her, he trained her. That's what one did for a pet.

Except…Lita wasn't a pet. No, a pet wouldn't cause these abnormal reactions in his body. Lil' Jack at least didn't. And Black Hat couldn't remember a time being concerned over his snake as he was over Lita right now. She had been close to dying, and the thought of being without her had scared him.

There was only one way to prove Andi's theory wrong. After staring at Lita's sleeping form for five silent minutes, Black Hat brought his claw out from behind his back. It clutched a writhing flower with purple petals surrounding a yellow eyeball. At the end of its stem was a set of teeth that snapped as it struggled to break free. The Spurn Datura Flower was a parasite designed to corrupt the hearts of whoever it came into contact with, turning love into hatred.

While making sure he had his full attention on Lita, Black Hat brought the flower to his chest, allowing it to latch onto his heart. Last time this had happened, the flower had shriveled up from having nothing to feed on, for the demon had no heart.

But this time, the flower wasn't dying. Black Hat winced as he felt a twist in his chest. When he opened his eye, he saw green. When his gaze returned to Lita, he cringed in disgust.

Ugh, what a repulsive little creature! Black Hat thought. Look at her! Using her silly injuries as an excuse to get out of work! This wouldn't have happened if she wasn't so stupid and weak! And ugh, she looks so ghastly! How did I ever fancy her to be attractive?! How could I hold affection for someone so pathetic!

At this last thought, Black Hat snapped back into his senses and wrenched the parasite off him, crushing it to dust. All the while, he kept his eye on Lita, his expression falling as he horrifyingly realized what this meant.

"No, no, no, no, no," he whispered, backing away from the bed. "No, I can't. I…" He looked down at his shaking claws. "I…I can't!"

Just then, the door opened and in walked Dementia, holding up a basket of nailcare supplies. "Hey kid, ya awake yet? Thought we could do each other's nails and talked about…" She gasped when she noticed who else was in the room. "Honeybun! When did you get—?"

"I AM NOT SICK!" Black Hat bellowed, pushing past her as he bolted out of the room before Lita could wake up.

Desperate to rid himself of whatever he was feeling, he went straight to the wine cabinet in his office and grabbed the first bottle in sight. He didn't even bother with a glass.

This was a problem. A problem he had no idea how to solve. Black Hat hated it when he couldn't find the solution to a problem! So, rather than confronting the root of it all, he decided he would do his best to avoid it entirely.

But how was he to do that when he lived with the source of all his trouble?!

By the time December had rolled in, Lita was fully healed. Her wounds had closed up, she no longer needed painkillers, and she could walk without assistance. This meant that Andi's work at the manor was done. Black Hat didn't usually release hostages, but the intern had done her job, and he had promised Flug that no harm would come to her. The demon even allowed her to exchange numbers with his associates. With Dr. Corona off the grid, there was a chance they might need her again.

Flug was given the task of escorting Andi home. He suspected it was another way for his boss to torture him.

The ride in the hearse was quiet at first. Flug twiddled his thumbs as he tried to figure out what to say to the beautiful woman sitting beside him. He'd glance sideways at her occasionally and then pretend to look at the window, not realizing she was doing the same.

It was a miracle she hadn't figured him out yet. Over the last few weeks, Flug had filled their conversations with science and math in an attempt to avoid revealing any more personal details, or anything else that might trigger her memory. He had truly missed talking to her, hearing her laugh. She was one of the few people to understand what he was talking about, and to get his sense of humor. It was true that Black Hat hadn't entirely forbidden him from seeing her, but the demon didn't know the whole story. Flug had already tried to rekindle his relationship with Andi once with disastrous results. Figuring out his identity was one thing, but if she were to remember what he'd done to her, she would never forgive him.

Little did he realize that Andi wasn't completely oblivious. She could tell he was hiding something, and there were these feelings of déjà vu she would experience whenever she was with him. She wanted to know the face behind that paper bag, and she had her suspicions of whose it was, though it was impossible.

Unless he'd never been dead to begin with.

"So," Andi said, breaking the long period of silence. "Not to encourage any risky behavior from you people, but…should any of you get injured again, you're welcome to kidnap me again. I could use more time off." She batted her eyes innocently. "Maybe sometime around Christmas?"

Flug smirked slightly under his bag. "Kidnapping's not typically designed for the victim's convenience."

"Right." She glanced down at his twiddling thumbs. "Well, it…doesn't have to be for any injury. Do you really need an excuse to kidnap someone?"

Slowly, he turned his head towards her. "You know I've…killed people, right?"

She shrugged. "Not exactly a secret."

"And not like mercifully. I…I've tortured them." She watched as he pressed his legs firmly together. "Dragged out their pain. Made them suffer. I…do the exact opposite of what you do."

"I'm aware of that," she said simply.

"So why…why aren't you scared of me? Why don't you hate me?"

Andi looked him over. "You remind me of someone."

With a small squeak, he turned towards the window. "D-Do I?"

She nodded. "He…died a long time ago. You're a lot like him and…it feels like I'm talking to him again."

Sweat started dripping down his bag. "That's…funny."

"Yeah."

She didn't mention how this boy she once knew also twiddled his fingers when he was nervous. Or that he pressed his legs together when he felt guilty. Or that he avoided eye contact when he was hiding something.

"Totally unrelated question," Andi said, "but how do you feel about Thomas Edison?"

Flug huffed. "He was a fraud and a big shot! Tesla was the real genius! If only he'd had the guts to step up and claim what was his! In that case, I respect Edison as a villain." Before he could get carried away in his rant, he looked at her in confusion. "Why do you ask?"

She shrugged. "Just curious."

The hearse then came to a stop in front of an auto repair shop. Andi didn't remark that she'd never told Flug her address.

"Well, this is me," she said, unbuckling. "You got my number?"

"Yeah," he said. "And…if for whatever reason you, uh…need our services…" He rubbed the back of his reddening neck, an action that was also familiar to her. "I mean you're not a member, but—"

"1-800-Black-Hat, yes?"

"Y-Yes."

She waited for him to say something else. When he didn't, she opened the door.

"Okay. Guess I'll see you around then, K—Flug!"

She jumped out before he could catch her Freudian slip. Shutting the door, she waved at him one last time as the car drove off. As soon as he was out of sight, Andi's smile dropped to reveal the shock she'd been concealing for the last five minutes. Realizing she was still wearing Flug's shirt, she brought it to her face and inhaled.

After all these years, he still used the same detergent.

I actually plan to write a prequel fic centering around Flug and Andi's relationship, which is why I'm trying not to reveal too much of their past time together.

Don't worry. There will be more Lita and Black Hat next chapter. And it will be a DOOZY!