A/N: CATgrl, again thanks for the reviews because they really make writing this story fun. Sorry for the delay but I've had a fairly busy weekend that kept me from being able to focus on my story. Trecebo, I do know that a Mary sue is where the author puts themselves into that particular character. I assure you that is not what I'm doing. I am nothing like Corinna, it'd be cool if I was because I'd love to be physically fit like that. I also don't plan on having her go after Bruce. I do agree he will me much harder to take down, and that is why Synthroid is going to try his luck on Bruce later. Okay, I'll stop rambling and give my story.

Chapter 5

Corinna woke to the afternoon sun shining in her eyes, and she groaned. She still wanted to lay in bed and sleep, but there was work to be done. She had to prepare for an evening of distracting Terry, and she wasn't exactly sure how she would go about that.

Forcing her body out of bed, Corinna stumbled into the bathroom and turned the sink on. Hot steam rose up from the scalding water, and Corinna decided to turn some cold water on with the hot. Then, she washed her face in the water. The warm liquid dripped down her neck and soaked her night shirt, but she didn't care. She preceded on to a shower hoping that would waken her even more.

Terry laid in bed half-asleep when he heard commotion in the rooms next to his. His little brother Matt had the television turned up as loud as it could be, and Terry moaned. There was nothing Terry wanted to hear less than that contraption. Honestly, the only thing Terry would have preferred to hear was Dana's voice. But, he knew that would never be a possibility. So, he rolled over onto his right shoulder and winced as his neck wound acted up.

Terry cursed and laid flat on his back and touched his neck. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. "What does that ninja want," he asked himself. "She didn't take anything from the museum. So, what gives?"

Images of Corinna flying at him with graceful skill flooded Terry's mind, and he closed his eyes tight and rolled over onto his left side. He pulled the covers over his head and willed himself to forget what was going on and go back to sleep. His sleep was disturbed by nightmares where Dana was taken from him. Each dream grew worse until Dana was injured by Corinna's sword.

Terry sat up in bed after the nightmare and panted. "Just a dream," he assured himself.

It was close to sundown as Corinna began dressing for distraction. She had the perfect plan; she would head out to the route Terry took to get to Wayne Manor, and she'd wait for him to ride up on his motorcycle. She was dressing sexy to throw Terry off his guard and to play on his sensitive--due to his break-up--ego. There would be no long scene because Corinna planned to drug Terry as soon as she caught up with him. He'd be unconscious all night, and Synthroid could continue on with his plans.

Corinna slipped on her fishnet pantyhose, followed by a vinyl miniskirt, and last a burgundy, vinyl corset top. The last thing Corinna put on were her tall, snug, burgundy boots. She looked at herself in a full-length mirror, which appeared at the touch of a button, and grinned. "I think I'll turn heads tonight," she said as she adjusted her corset top to reveal more flesh.

Corinna walked over to her nightstand and opened the drawer. Various items filled the drawer: a laser gun, technology-advanced ninja stars, liquid nitrogen spheres, and make-up. Corinna picked the make-up out of the drawer and headed over to her mirror. Slowly, she worked on fixing her make-up. She wanted to go for a sexy, smart look and not a prostitute make-up job. So, Corinna was careful in selecting her colors and the shade of make-up she applied to her eyes, mouth, and cheeks.

As dark settled over Gotham, Terry headed out to check in with Bruce. He needed to know the updates on the ninja, if there were any. He also needed to know if there was any new threats for the night. He knew that his head was still not clear, but it was better than it had been. Of course, his heart argued different since the pain of Dana's leave was still sticking in his heart like pins and needles.

He climbed onto his motorcycle and sped out towards Wayne Manor. The rush of air caused his jacket to flutter behind him, and it gave Terry a little chill as the air slipped up under his shirt. He didn't mind it that much because it kept him level-headed and focused on the road instead of losing Dana.

Corinna heard Terry's motorcycle long before she could see it. She could also smell his cologne due to her trained sense of smell. She hurried out into the path that the motorcycle would take and stood there waiting for the motorcycle to come into view. There was a slight breeze that tossed her hair around, and it smelled like rain. Corinna hated that a storm was near, but there was absolutely nothing that could be done about mother nature. She hated any type of storm without really knowing why; it was just a fear she'd had since childhood.

Terry's motorcycle came into view. "Come on," she whispered with a grin on her face.

Terry saw Corinna standing in the way, and he tried to go around her. But, she ran right in front of him no matter the direction he tried to go. He finally had to slam on his breaks to keep from plowing her down. The motorcycle stopped suddenly and caused Terry to slide forward. "What the hell are you doing," he yelled to Corinna.

Corinna stepped closer and put her hands on the motorcycle. She stared into Terry's eyes with her cold, blue eyes. "Hello, Terry," she said in the coarsest voice she could.

Terry swallowed hard as he tried not to stare at the woman before him. Her outfit begged to be looked at though, and his eyes slipped for a moment before he regained control. "What do you want?"

Corinna reached out and stroked his cheek. Terry took in a deep breath and savored the soft touch, even though he knew nothing of the woman before him. "I just want your attention for a while." Corinna told him.

'No,' Terry thought. 'Start up your bike and go around her. Don't fall into something; you're smarter than this.' Terry listened to his conscience and started to turn the ignition back on.

Corinna's hand grabbed a hold of Terry's. She was leaning over the front portion of the motorcycle. "I'm not letting you leave," she told him.

"I have somewhere to be."

Corinna climbed up onto the motorcycle's front. Her face was inches away from Terry's, and that made him nervous. "I don't care where you need to be. You're mine for a while."

Terry back flipped off of his motorcycle and let it fall to the ground with Corinna still on it. She fell onto the hard concrete and scraped her arm. "You son-of-a--" she started to say as she rose to her feet.

But, she saw the fear in his eyes. 'Good,' she thought. 'You should fear me.' Corinna didn't know that Terry was fearing more than a physical fight with her. He was afraid that his entire being wanted to stay and see what she wanted with him. That really frightened him; even more than the thought of Bruce's punishment for not showing up.