A/N: Written pre 4B airing, based on spoilers.
Damn.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
300 years hadn't made him any harder on the eye.
He was still all black leather and smouldering eyes and effortless swagger. The hook was new, the clothes more modern (and perhaps a little firmer fitting in key places she was trying desperately not to look) but somehow it only added to the overall picture.
A sharp crunch of stiletto on foot from Cruella brought her face back into game mode - villain's grin replacing slack jawed admiration.
A hero now, clearly in love with this Saviour person.
She hoped SHE had put up more of a fight.