"You know it's funny how we're allies in revenge… And lovers again… But I still don't know your name…" Jonathan said.

Dinah raised an eyebrow at him. "Lovers?" she asked.

"Or fuck buddies at least…" Jonathan said. "Whatever you wanna call it…"

Dinah chuckled slightly. "Fuck buddies is it then…" she said.

"And… Your name…" Jonathan said.

"Does it really matter?" Dinah asked.

Jonathan smirked. "You know it would've been less conspicuous for you to just make something up…"

"Call me D…" Dinah said.

"All right D…" Jonathan said.

"Now…" Dinah said. "I suppose that we should get back to business…"

"Business?"

"Revenge…" Dinah said. "Is a serious business…"

Jonathan smirked. "I suppose that it is…" he said.

"So… I'm just gonna come right out and ask you…" Dinah said. "Is it true that you know how to make bombs?"

Jonathan smiled. "I knew that you needed me for a reason…" he said. "Yeah… I mean… With the right supplies I could make a few small ones…"

Dinah smiled. "And what better way to rid the world of its ills?" She asked.

"Sounds like I'm the one who has to do all of the dirty work…" Jonathan said.

"No…" Dinah said. "Of course not… I'm the one who's going to plant it at the farm…"

"And when do you plan on doing this?" Jonathan asked.

"As soon as possible sounds pretty damned good to me…" Dinah said.

"Well…" Jonathan said. "It's going to take me a few days to assemble everything… Now, that of course is assuming that I can get a hold of the right supplies…"

"Do you think it'll be hard?"

"I don't think that I should run into any trouble…" he said. "It's some pretty common stuff that can be used… I mean… With nails as shrapnel and the like…"

Dinah smiled. "They will pay. Every last one of them…"

"I think that we should set them to go off at the same time…" he said. "That way the cops won't have time to stop anything…"

"Midnight sounds awfully poetic…" Dinah said.

"No…" he cut in. "Sandy has turned into quite the little alky as of late… He won't even be home by midnight…"

"You could just plant it at the bar…"

"Too much collateral damage… The more people that die the more the cops are all over it…" Jonathan said. "And besides that… I only know how to make small bombs. They need to be placed in the right place to ensure that they're lethal… If he's in the bar… Who knows where he'll be sitting… I just… I don't wanna risk him coming out of this alive… I know his schedule… Like the back of my hand… I think that 4 would be better…"

"4 am…" Dinah said. "I suppose that should be all right…"

"Looks like we're finally getting somewhere…" Jonathan said. "If you can't tell by my accommodations I'm not exactly made of money, so maybe you can pay for these supplies…"

"Whatever you need…" she said. "I will pay for… Don't worry about the money… I will give you whatever it is that you need…"

Jonathan smirked. "I have been waiting so long for this…" he said. "It feels so good to know that Sandy won't be around for much longer… Not to mention my father… And darling Aunt Cassie…"

Dinah smiled. "Soon enough they'll all be dead…" she said. "Soon enough… We'll have what we want…"

Jonathan pulled her close and brought his lips onto hers, the thought of Sandy dead making his body react in a way that it very well shouldn't have. "What I want right now…" he said, pulling back momentarily to look into her eyes. "Is you…"