Hunter's Night

By Serena

A/N: Thanks so much, guys! I'm so sorry for the long wait. School just piles on the homework. And it's art, so I can't really rush it.

OH. Also. I changed my mind: I picture Karl Urban as Vic Sage. I think he'd be a perfect Question. I think Jessica de Gouw did a fine job as Helena on Arrow (but don't get me started on Oliver's characterization on that show), but I picture her a little less traditionally pretty, and more rough around the edges, definitely sassier. Suggestions for her casting?

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All I could see in my head was blood. My hands, drenched in blood, dripping off my sword. Off my knuckles. Standing over my enemy in triumph... I'd been through one war already, and I sure as hell wasn't going to let this one slide. Someone, Deadshot, was after Bruce and me. Maybe it was the mob. Maybe another resentful businessman. Honestly I didn't give a crap. But whoever it was, Deadshot included, was going to feel the wrath of one very furious Amazon hell-bent on stopping them.

"Diana."

My fists clenched.

"Diana." A strong arm nudged me.

I blinked and focused on Bruce who stood beside me, staring at me hard, and on the men cluttered around me, one of whom was Lieutenant Victor Sage.

"You all right?" Sage said, eyeing me keenly. "You two went through quite an ordeal." It was all for show, but he was asking it in a different light.

"I'm fine," I said, feigning distress. "I'm just a little shaken up. Honey, I think I need to go home." I said it with a little whimper, and folded my arms over my chest.

I saw Sage resist an eye-roll.

"Of course, my darling," soothed Bruce, rubbing my arm. "We'll take you home right away. It's probably not safe here."

"I'm sure it isn't," muttered Sage, eyeing my fists with a wary expression. "I'll be stopping by the house to ask you some more questions later on tonight."

Bruce nodded. "Of course, Lieutenant. Darling, let's go." And he took my arm and led me away from the scene still buzzing with cops and secretaries and Lucius Fox who was answering questions for the hounding press. Vicki Vale was among them, but Lucius made sure she was far away from both of us. Bruce led me down the hall and into a secret elevator that took us directly to his secret parking garage. Rage filed me, I slammed my fist against the wall of the elevator. It dented and cracked slightly.

"I just had these installed," said Bruce dryly.

"This is different," I snarled, rounding on him. "It's fine if they come after us as Batman and Wonder Woman - but Bruce, what if he knows who we are? What if someone hired this assassin to come after us? What about our kids?"

"Diana - "

"What if he comes to the house? What if he tries to attack our family?" I raged, whirling around and striding about the elevator. "Attacking Batman and Wonder Woman is one thing - but now we are being targeted."

"Diana," barked Bruce, and I turned to face him. "Losing that Amazon temper of yours isn't going to solve anything. We'll get to the bottom of it," he continued, his eyes cold and firm. "Deadshot is a hired gun. We need to find the source."

My eyes narrowed. "We find Deadshot, we find the source."

"Exactly. But the last thing we need is for you to lose control." He took a step towards me, and took my face in his hands. "Look," he said, his voice quieter, "I know the Gotham War, that Ares affected you. But you cannot lose your cool, not in Gotham. We've barely scratched the surface, Diana," he warned. "There are more evil and darker forces at work in this city than you or I even know about. This is not Themyscira. This is not Metropolis. This is not a typical battlefield. This is Gotham."

I stared up at him. "You think I don't know that?"

"I know you do. But it's easy to lose yourself in this city. You know I know this better than anyone." He looked down at our joined hands. "I think we've both lost ourselves to this city, haven't we."

I nodded slowly. "We have. But it's for others," I added softly, watching our fingers entwine. "It's so no one loses his parents again. So that people aren't afraid."

"Giving city back to the people," added Bruce somberly, his voice attaining some of its Batman quality. "Trying to save it."

"We're doing good, Bruce."

A pause.

"But you're not going to like what I have planned for Deadshot," I uttered, my words a low, dark hiss.

He raised an eyebrow, and his eyes gleamed an icy blue in the dim light.

"You underestimate me, Diana."

A smile crossed my face. "Knew I was marrying you for a reason."

Bruce smirked. "You're one smart woman."

"Obviously. Doesn't take your twelfth-level intellect to know that." My humor cast aside, I scowled again, and a dark though crossed my mind. I hesitated, searched Bruce's grim expression, until I finally said, "Bruce. What if it's -"

"Bane?"

I let out a short breath. "Yes."

"It was my first thought," he admitted. "But I'm also checking up on Ra's al Ghul... and his daughter, for that matter."

"I thought -"

"They're still being watched," Bruce assured me. "Ra's is powerful, but he isn't stupid. He knows what will happen if he tries to hurt us."

I hid a dark smile at the memory of Ares' headless body, dripping with blood, hanging over their table. I remembered Ra's daughter's expression, and Ra's expression when he saw the body... and then me afterward. If Ra's thought I wouldn't go there... well, he knew better. I glanced at Bruce, covered up my expression. He knew where I stood on killing. At least... maybe he did. He might've hoped that I would change my mind, that I would've seen the light.

But I was not Bruce Wayne. The truth of it was, I did not hold myself to the same rules that he did. Neither did my mother. And, although Bruce would never agree... neither did Alfred. Alfred had killed, and to protect his family, he would do it again. So would my mother... and so would I.

But I was hiding something from Bruce. Something I had not told him. Something he had probably suspected and brushed off. I was an Amazon. I was a hunter. A killer.

But it was more than that. More than battle rage. More than self-protection.

It was sheer, pure bloodlust.

I enjoyed the fight.

I enjoyed it.

Philomena

Philomena had been through a lot in her long life, but she could honestly say she had never experienced something so intriguing as living in Gotham City. After her vision had been lost due to Alkyone's sword slashing right across her eyes, Philomena's other senses had made up for her lack of sight; and it would never even cross her mind to complain about being blind. She saw in other ways, even more keenly than others. And she had to admit that despite the strangeness of the situation and her surroundings, she had never been more content.

However, after living in Wayne Manor for months now, she had to confess that she, along with the others, was growing restless; Artemis more than any of them. Philomena knew at this point that she had likely been cursed by Athena and was no longer immortal; she would age. But she was still young, at least for Man's World standards. And she knew that she wanted to do something else with her life. Diana and Alkyone had their own lives, and while the Unspoken were a part of it, they still did not have their own purpose.

Philomena held Dick's hand as they strolled through one of the nicer sections of downtown Gotham, but a strange smell wafted through her nose, and she paused.

"What's up?" Dick asked.

"What is to my left?"

"Um... it looks like a boxing gym," said Dick. "Kinda dark, though. Might be closed. Hey!" he shouted, and lunged forward, tugging her hand. "Artemis, you can't do that!"

"Oh, dear," said Philomena dryly. "What is she doing now?"

"She's got the pretzel guy in the van by the collar! Hang on, I gotta -"

Philomena released his hand. "Go. She'll listen to you." She was unable to hide her amusement.

As Dick raced off, shouting at Artemis, Philomena turned and reached out until she felt the door. She pushed her way inside, instantly overtaken by a pleasant, musty smell. Once the door shut, it was perfectly quiet. At least, it would've been to most people. Philomena heard a rustle, and she knew that she was not alone in the gym.

"Hey," a low, gritty voice uttered. "This is a private ring, and we're closed. What're you doing in here?"

Philomena smelled a musky, sheer scent of man. She turned to face him, and did not miss the slight falter in his step. There was a reason she wore the piece of red cloth over her eyes. Alkyone's sword had slashed cleanly right through, creating a scar across the bridge of her nose and at the corners of her eyes across her face. Her eyes, Artemis had told her, were glassy.

"I apologize," she replied calmly. "I did not realize."

A pause.

"Fine. Get out."

"Are you the owner of this establishment?" Philomena asked, undeterred.

The man drew closer, but not too close. "Yeah. I give out private lessons when I feel like it. And right now, I don't." A pause, then he added gruffly, "I'll show you the door." And she felt a hand reaching out for her.

Philomena's hand lashed out, grabbed his arm. "I would like to try this... boxing."

He snorted. "Listen, lady, I don't know what your deal is - "

"My deal is that I wish to learn alternative forms of combat."

"No offense, but you're bli-"

In one swift move, Philomena twisted around, swept a foot under his legs, and then flipped him over, twisting his arm behind his back. She released him instantly.

"I think," she said, listening to the man grunt as he pushed himself up off the ground, "that you have underestimated me."

"Oh yeah?" growled the man. "Get in the ring, and let's find out."

Philomena smiled.

But a few rounds later, Philomena had to admit that the man knew what he was doing. She had fought in countless battles, but boxing was another battle altogether. He didn't go easy on her, despite her blindness, but she gave back almost as good as she got. She was hesitant to use her superior strength, but after a few rounds, she realized that this man was exceedingly skilled and could take her hits for the most part. He was quick, powerful, struck out at her with brute force that took her aback at first.

"You're not bad," she admitted, feeling a breath of air next to her cheek as she dodged another blow.

"Don't flatter me, Bright Eyes," grunted the man. "But you ain't bad yourself."

"Bright Eyes?" Philomena ducked, lashed out another punch at his face. "Is that meant as an insult?"

"Naw, the other way 'round, sweetheart." The man let out a grunt as she caught his cheek. "But ya gotta watch that hook, you'll leave yourself wide open -" And before Philomena could act, he got her square in the jaw. She stumbled back slightly, but managed to recover. Thrilled, she let out a burst of laughter and began to hit back even harder.

"Damn, you're likin' this, aren't ya?" the man rumbled.

"You have no idea," breathed Philomena. She hadn't had a good fight like this in months. However, just as she blocked another hit, the door swung open, and Artemis's voice called out across the nearly empty gym.

"There's been an incident," Artemis barked. "I just got a call from Diana. We have to go, now."

"Ooh, boxing!" Dick's voice exclaimed. "I gotta do that!"

"Not now," snapped Artemis, jerking his collar back as he tried to approach Philomena and the other man. "We need to leave. Quickly."

Philomena nodded. "Very well." She turned to the man and held out a hand. "Thank you for your time. I regret I cannot learn more from you."

The man shook her hand. "Yeah, yeah." A pause. "Be back here tomorrow at oh-eight-hundred, sharp." He threw a towel over his shoulder. "You pack a good punch, I'll give ya that," he added gruffly. "But I'm not gonna go easy on ya, Bright Eyes."

"Of course not," replied Philomena, starting towards Artemis. "Tomorrow, then..." She trailed off, glancing over her shoulder. She did not know his name.

"Grant," barked the man, his voice echoing in the gym. "Ted Grant. Now scram."

Philomena hid a small smile and hurried out with Artemis and Dick. Once they found a suitable alley to hide in, they picked Dick up and burst away into the sky, hidden by Gotham's smog and the thick layer of clouds hovering over the city.

"You got shot at?! What happened to the assassin?"

"We're both fine, Mom," I said dryly, entering the kitchen alongside Bruce. "Thanks for asking."

Mom scoffed. "Please, I should be asking if the assassin is all right. You two can handle it."

"I'm not sure whether to be thrilled at your faith in us or disappointed at your lack of concern," said Bruce.

"I'm always concerned for you two," said Mom briskly, folding her arms across her chest. "It's my job. It's a constant concern. But I know you two. You have each other, and you're the best damn fighters I've ever seen. But I want to know more."

"His name's Deadshot," Bruce said, pulling out his laptop to get to work. "I've heard of him. Hired gun. Hard to pin down. He's not the main problem - we need to know who hired him, and why someone is targeting me and Diana - not Batman and Wonder Woman."

Mom went pale. "You think someone knows who you are..." Her gaze flickered to me. "You don't think it's -"

"Bane," I finished, and exchanged grim looks with Bruce. "No, we don't think so. But we're not sure."

"It could be something completely unrelated," Bruce mused, typing on his computer. "I'm compiling a list of people who could hold a grudge against me." He ran a hand through his hair and pulled at his tie, loosening it. He rolled up his shirt sleeves to the elbows and continued typing, his expression dark.

The kitchen door burst open, and Artemis and Philomena soared through, Artemis carrying Dick piggy-back style.

"Explain the situation," Artemis thundered, letting Dick down. "You were attacked?"

I explained the attack in greater detail and warned them to be on their guard. "We'll double check our new security system and make sure no one will get near this house," I told them. "We're prepared this time. Very prepared. Bruce has installed a new computer -" But when I turned to him, Bruce had already disappeared. Into the cave, no doubt. Scowling, I went after him. After the elevator doors opened to reveal the darkened cave, I found him, as usual, sitting at the main computer desk, typing furiously.

"You know, you're not in this alone," I said. "You may be a twelfth level intellect, but I've been doing investigative work for as long as you have."

"I don't have time for an intellectual argument, Princess," Bruce said shortly.

I raised an eyebrow and forced his chair around to face me. He rose to his feet, glaring down at me with gleaming blue eyes.

"Neither of us do," I said. "But I'm just as upset about this as you are. That doesn't mean you can shut me out and expect to do all the research and investigation alone. We're being attacked. Us. But we've been through this before, and by Hades, we'll handle it again."

"I know," replied Bruce grimly. "But Di, I don't think it's Bane. I think it's someone closer to home."

"The mob?"

"I have donated a lot of money to the families of the Gotham police force over the past few months, especially since Jim's become Commissioner. With me supporting the police, they could view me as a target. Or, they could be trying to scare me. I'm rich. They're desperate, they need support and money any way they can. With us shutting down their money laundering, not to mention their entire operations, they're hungry for anyone who will be threatened into giving them money."

I frowned, leaned back against the computer desk. "But they almost killed us. They sent a hired professional, a very skilled marksman. If they wanted to threaten us, couldn't they just send us a box with a dead rat in it, or something like that? Why come so close to actually killing us?"

Bruce shook his head, ran a hand through his hair, and leaned over the computer desk, his head down. "I don't know. Something's not adding up, and it's bugging the hell out of me. This feels personal. I just can't put my finger on it."

I rested my hand on his shoulder, squeezed gently. "We'll figure it out. We always do."

"I know." He paused. "I don't deserve you, Diana."

"What?" I was flabbergasted at his change of subject. "What are you talking about?"

"Look at me," he growled, pushing himself off the desk, turning to face me. "I'm a messed-up kid with more issues than I could even name. I'm... I'm not good at this. I never have been, you know that. I shut people off, even you, even Alfred. The second someone I love is in danger, the second I think I shouldn't have gotten close to them in the first place."

"Too bad."

"What?" His eyes widened.

"I said too bad. You're stuck with me," I replied frankly. "You've been through hell. You will never be the same person as you were before your parents were shot. I never knew the person before that time, and honestly, it doesn't matter, and I haven't given that a second thought. Or even a first thought." I placed my hands on his face, brushed strands of dark hair behind his ears. "I'm in love with you, Bruce. I always have been, and I always will. I'm just as messed up as you are, maybe even more so. But as messed up as we are, we have a family. We have people that we care about, and just because there are some psychos trying to hurt us doesn't mean I'm not going to love people. That's no way to live, Bruce. And I want to live. I want to get married. I want to have babies. Lots of them." I smiled at the devilish, hopeful gleam in his eyes. "I want to grow old, and I want to protect Gotham while we can. We have this... And we're sure as hell not letting anyone take this away from us."

He drew closer, until he was only a breath away. His hands slid around my waist, up my back. "Lots of babies, hmm?" His voice was low, heated.

"I'm thinking four or five... maybe more - " And he cut me off with a fierce kiss, pushing me back against the computer panel. He held me as if he would never hold me again, as if this were the last time he would ever see me. I felt his rage, his internal struggles pouring out to the point where his fingers nearly dug into my skin. But I gave back as much, even more as he gave, nipped at his lips, grinning internally at his growl vibrating against my mouth.

"Whoa!" Dick's voice rang out in the cave.

Bruce and I separated, but Bruce maintained his hold on me and growled under his breath, pressing his forehead to mine. "Out," he barked to Dick, barely glancing over his shoulder at the boy.

"Yeah, no kidding," Dick said, making a face. "Gross. I just wanted to look at my uniform -"

"Out. Now." Bruce's tone was lethal.

"I'm going, I'm going!" Dick said, and hopped back into the elevator.

As the doors closed on our son's disgusted face, I started to laugh. Bruce shook his head, muttered something under his breath, and pressed another lingering, hot kiss to my lips.

"I'm thinking," Bruce said somewhat dryly, "that we should elope."

"That'd be nice," I agreed. "But I did tell Artemis she could be my flower girl," I added jokingly.

Bruce merely raised an eyebrow.

The next couple weeks proved incredibly frustrating. Despite our efforts, we could find no trace of Deadshot, or anyone connected with him. Zucco was still in hiding, laying low, and criminals were growing more edgy, restless. There were whispers on the street, rumors of something going down. Our presence in Gotham had created such an uproar among the criminals that nearly all of them took us seriously.

But Helena's warning still rang clear in my mind. Maroni was nervous. He'd gone into hiding, too, after I'd gone after him that night. But they could only stay hidden for so long. And one night, as Cass and Dick were training in the background, Bruce found something very interesting on his satellite feed.

"Look, Di. Recognize him?"

I looked up from my own research to the main computer screen to a fuzzy feed of the former house of Commissioner Loeb. And stepping out of the house was none other than Mandragora.

I let out a short Themscyirian curse. "That's where they are."

"Yes."

"They're all there. A secret clubhouse."

"Yes," replied Bruce grimly. "We knew they had to have a meeting place. Looks like this is it. It makes perfect sense. It's owned now by Loeb's brother in law, who is, among many other things, a pimp, a drug dealer, and a member of Maroni's gang. He's Loeb's former brother in law, divorced, which is why I didn't make the connection sooner. But they're hiding out in the open, so to speak."

"Right. Let's pay them a visit, shall we?" I said archly.

"Don't forget to bring the wine."

"As long as you've got the appetizer."

Bruce rose to his feet. "I've downloaded blueprints of the house to our wristbands. We should take this as a simultaneous strike from the four points. Block off all the exits. Make sure no one leaves. We'll put the building in lockdown before they even know what's happening."

"Sounds dangerous." I smiled.

"No more dangerous than normal." Bruce pulled his cowl onto his head and turned to me, and in a low voice, added, "You think he's ready?"

I glanced over my shoulder, watching as Dick tried to strike Cass with his bo staff. However, hardly anyone else in the world was at Cass's level, so he was failing miserably, but putting up a valiant effort. After watching him train for hours each day and night, I saw that he was more motivated, more eager to learn than I'd expected. He was such a bright, good-hearted kid, too. If anything happened to him...

It had only been a couple months, but he'd so easily fit into our family... And despite Bruce's grim, sometimes hard way of dealing with Dick, I knew that Bruce cared for Dick just as much as I did. Bruce felt things so intensely, so much deeper than most people. It had taken me aback, but he cared more than almost anyone. It was one of the things I loved about him.

"Yes," I said, nodding finally. "He needs this. Once this is over and Zucco is brought in, he can move on with his life. So to speak," I added, shooting Bruce a knowing look. "But it'll be good. He can finally go to school, try to have a normal life without being afraid."

"Agreed. All right," Bruce called out, his voice already gruffer. "Get suited up. Time to go."

Dick let out a sigh, his shoulder sinking. "Good luck." He glanced wistfully over at the suit hanging up in its glass case, untouched.

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "Both of you."

Dick's eyes widened; Cass grinned and punched him good-naturedly in the arm before bolting off to change.

"Wait, really? Bruce, are you serious?"

Bruce just shot him a look. "If you'd rather stay here -"

But Dick had already grabbed his uniform and dashed off to change. "Be right back!"

Bruce and I exchanged amused glances.

"And man, this is so cool, I mean, I haven't been in here since -"

"Robin!" Bruce snapped, his hands flexing on the wheel as we raced through the night towards Loeb's house. "That's enough. This isn't the time for chatter. You have to be focused. If you're not, I'm pulling out until I see you're mature enough to do this."

Dick shut up instantly. "Sorry, Bruce. Uh, Batman," he added hastily when Bruce shot him a quick glare over his shoulder.

"Now," I said, adopting my lower, serious Wonder Woman voice, "This is going to be a four-man attack, simultaneous. Both of you are instrumental in this assault, and it's going to be quick. We'll have one shot."

"I've modified the Tumbler to send out an EMP charge that will wipe out their power, and the second we charge, the lights go out," Batman added.

"Right," I said. "Robin, I know you'll want to go after Zucco, but you have to follow our orders. We'll be on com the whole time, and you know your mask has several different visual options to adjust. Be smart, follow our lead, and we'll get through this and get Zucco. All right?"

"Yes, ma'am."

I grimaced. "I'm only twenty-three. I'm not that old."

"Yes, sir," said Robin cheekily.

"I'll take that over 'ma'am,'" I said dryly.

The rest of the ride remained quiet, apart from Dick and Cass exchanging hand signals. Dick was a fast learner at ASL, picking up nearly everything Cass taught him almost instantly. Cass was so thrilled to have someone else to sign with, more her own age. While she and Dick definitely got into sibling arguments, they got along for most of the time.

Finally, we arrived at a hidden spot near Loeb's house, and took our positions on adjacent buildings, surrounding the house from all four sides.

"This has to be swift, but quiet," Batman said. "Stealth will determine our success. Robin, Batgirl, the higher levels are yours. Block off all possible exits. Wonder Woman and I will take the lower levels, cut off any escape. Knock them out, cuff them, don't let anyone get away. The second we have Maroni and Zucco in custody, we're calling the cops to bring them in."

"Yes, sir," said Robin. I was astonished to hear his voice completely changed. He sounded so much... older, serious. Harder.

"Ready?" Batman growled. "I'm

Robin nodded, and I saw him salute atop the other building. "Yes, sir."

"On my mark." A pause. "Go."

And together, the four of us leaped off the buildings and soared down to the house. Batman cut the power using the EMP device; and the second we smashed through the windows, the chaos began.

Anger and exhilaration fueling me, it took me only minutes to disarm the thugs. In another room, I saw a smoke bomb go off, followed by several howls and a few rounds of gunfire. Rushing into the room, I saw the smoke clear around Batman, who rose to his feet after knocking out one last thug. In the dark, he looked quite terrifying. I smiled faintly in satisfaction; and together we rushed to finish off the others.

"Any sign of Zucco or Maroni?" I muttered into the com as Bruce and I separated into separate rooms.

"Negative," replied Batman. A pause, then, he hissed, "Got him."

I heard more gunshots, followed by Maroni's howling, and then quiet.

"Robin, Batgirl, status," I said, hurrying after Bruce.

"CLEAR," came the automated voice from Batgirl's wrist-cell. It allowed her to type out a few letters of a word to create that word, then transmitted it via audio to our coms.

"Robin?"

"Stand by," Robin hissed.

I frowned. "Be right there."

"No, I got it!" Robin argued. "Just hang on! I'm fine!"

"Wonder Woman," Batman's voice came over the com. "In the room facing west. I need you."

I hesitated, then growled under my breath and raced towards Bruce's location. "Fine. But Robin, I'll be right down." I entered the dark room to find Bruce standing over Maroni, who was sporting a bleeding nose and lying on the floor, his head propped up against the wall. He looked a little worse for wear, to say the least.

"I ain't... tellin' you nothin'..." Maroni rasped out, although I could see the fear in his eyes.

"You will," snarled Batman. "You don't have a choice."

I yanked out my lasso, which hummed under my fingers, and threw it around Maroni, pulling it tight.

"What the hell -" And Maroni's face drained of color, and he began shaking. "Take it off... take it off!" he screamed.

"Did you hire Deadshot?" Batman growled, yanking Maroni's head up by his hair to look him in the eyes. "Why did you go after Bruce Wayne?"

Maroni's face twisted in agony as he fought against the rope's power; it was so strange, I had to admit. I felt as though I could see directly into their heads... into their souls, even. Not a pleasant experience for me, but ten times worse for them.

"I didn't... hire Deadshot... to go after... Bruce Wayne..." Maroni gasped, sweating profusely. "Not... me..."

"Then who -" Both Batman and I halted as we heard a pained cry from somewhere down below.

"Robin," we uttered together.

Batman rammed his fist into Maroni's head; I was already racing down the stairs. I jumped off the ledge, dropped down all the way to the bottom. I felt Bruce only seconds behind me. Knocking down a door, I hurried past several unconscious thugs and shoved open another door that lead down to the basement. Flying down, I caught up to Batgirl, who was leaping over the railing down to the floor. I caught her mid-air and soared through with her to the pitch-black basement. But I halted in flight when I found two figures in the corner of the room, lit slightly by a small window that allowed the surrounding city lights to peer inside.

I felt my heart thud in my chest; I shouted in alarm, "Robin!"

Robin stood over Zucco, his fists clenched around his bo staff that was raised over his head.

Thoughts?

So, if you don't know who Ted Grant is, look him up. And for those who mentioned Dinah Lance being in Star City, you'll see what's happening. It's all connected, my friends.

- Serena