A/N: Thanks to my reviewers! CATgrl, I like your take on dense men, hehe. It is amazing how clueless Synthroid is to how Corinna feels. And Dark Libra 09, thanks for your review that was ecstatic for the Corinna and Terry fluff.

Chapter 13

Corinna pushed Terry down against his bed and kissed him hard. He held her close against him as he held onto her kisses. Her slippery, pleather outfit was a little difficult for Terry to hold onto. As his hands slid down her back, they brushed over the suit's zipper. Terry grasped the zipper in his fingers and slowly began to slide it down, and Corinna did not fight him on it. She felt the suit loosen as the zipper went further down, and she sat up on Terry's chest.

With Terry's help, Corinna began to pull the suit off of her body. The suit fit Corinna like a glove, so it was a struggle to remove it from her skin. Soon, her upper body was free, and Terry rolled her down against his bed. Again, they both worked to get the bottom of her suit off of Corinna.

Corinna gave Terry an airy kiss, then softly bit down on his bottom lip. Her heart was beating uncontrollably as Terry's hands brushed her hips. "I can take you to Synthroid's hideout," she whispered.

Terry locked his knees against Corinna's hips as he threw her suit onto his bedroom floor. He leaned down two inches from Corinna's face. "Later, we can go after Synthroid," he told her before he pressed his lips against Corinna's.

Synthroid stomped around the meeting room as he devised a plan. "Jim," he shouted to the runaway leader.

Jim walked up to the cyborg and asked, "What is it?"

Synthriod rubbed his kneecap and growled with a dark gleam in his eye. "Find her; find Corinna. Bring her back here, so that I can show her punishment."

Jim grinned evilly. "Yes, sir."

"Take my men with you." Synthroid replied as he waved his group of men to follow Jim and the runaways.

Synthroid watched as everyone cleared out of his hideout, and he sulked away to his lab. He proceeded to the freezing unit hidden within a lab table. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out the syringe of blood. "Maybe, this will come in handy if Corinna fails me," he said to himself.

Jim led the runaways through the alleyways in search of clues, but he was coming up short. He stood alone in an alley and stared up at the clouded sky. "What now," he asked himself.

"Hey, kid, get over here." One of Synthroid's men called. "One of your bunch is going nutty."

Jim turned around and saw Amelia, a nine-year-old, twitching uncontrollably. She tended to behave that way whenever she was getting a prediction or a glimpse into the past, present, or future. So, Jim rushed over to Amelia and held her firmly by the shoulders.

"Amelia," he spoke soft but firmly.

Amelia grew still then grabbed hold of Jim's shoulders. "I know where she is," the girl said in a sing-song.

Jim's eyes glowed with a desire to know. "Where?"

Amelia's eyelids fluttered. "With the Bat."

Jim's eyebrows furrowed. "He's never out in the daytime."

"I never said he was." Amelia added. "Look."

Amelia put her hands on Jim's temples, and all the images she was seeing flashed through his brain. He could see Terry and Corinna having sex, and he jerked out of Amelia's grasp. He grabbed the girl and shook her a little violently to erase the oncoming visions; he didn't want Amelia to have memory of it. Amelia woke up from her trance-like state and had a blank look on her face. Jim sighed knowing that she did not remember her vision.

Jim stood up and grabbed a com-link from one of Synthroid's men. He channeled Synthroid and waited for him to accept the signal. "Yes," the harsh voice of the cyborg said.

Jim smirked. "I know where she is."

"Tell me."

Jim stepped far into the alley to be out of earshot. "With the man who is behind the Batsuit."

"What do you mean 'with?'" Synthroid asked with a new tone to his voice.

Jim raised his eyebrows. "I mean as close as she can be with him."

Jim heard Synthroid growl. "How dare she betray me," he spat. "Return here at once. This is something that must receive full punishment."

"Aye, aye, sir." Jim replied before canceling the signal.

Synthroid exhaled so hard that gears were popping off his chest. He threw a punch into the wall with his right hand, and pulled it back to reveal a large hole in the wall. He growled and stomped back over to the syringe of Terry's blood. He grinned madly as he said to the air, "All right, Corinna, let's see what you think of me toying with your little lover."