Hey readers. So let's recap what we know so far: Catherine Cross is a mercenary for hire who isn't afraid to kill. Maxwell Strong uses humour to hide his dark secret, all the while saving the world as much as he possiby can. These two have the makings of an awesome couple. Even though they are a hero/villainess. Forbidden love. To hell with forbidden right? After all I've heard that we always long for the forbidden things in life and desire most what is denied to us. Or something like that. Anyway...

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-THE NEXT DAY- IN THE WATCHTOWER-

Maxwell Strong sat at the console, typing away, looking for as much information as he could on his attacker. So far he'd found out her name, some of her background and a few of the people she targeted as well as her allegiances.

So she works for Circe and so far she's taken out not only Sentinels Of Magic, but she's worked with Brother Blood closely. Apparently she was a crucial part in their plan to let Trygon loose a few years back. And what's this... He pressed a link in the bio the JLA had on her. It lead to a separate page. It read casualty assessment.

My God. He looked preplexed as he scrolled down the list of people she'd attacked so far. A lot of them, marked before the exobyte incident had deceased written over the picture. She did all of this? Another link at the end. He clicked it. It read personality assessment.

Calm, collected... professional, cold... doesn't appear to be mentally unstable... previous "employment" might be the source of her cool-headed attitude towards death... he kept reading, absorbing the information, completely engrossed in this woman which by all rights should be in an asylum.

Most people would have cracked half-way through what she saw in her life. But somehow she's still going. How? He was absolutely marveled by this woman. He still wanted to bring her to justice but now, knowing this, he actually respected her. He was so concentrated he didn't ear the door swishing open or the click of the boots behind him.

"Max?" He didn't answer.

"Max? Hello?" Still nothing.

"MAX?"

"Huh? What? What is it?"

"Are you alright?" She looked concerned. He shook himself out of his thoughts, coming back to reality.

"Huh... yeah. I'm fine Dia... Wonder Woman." She smiled.

"It's ok Max. There's no need for formalities. So... what's going on? What's bothering you?"

"Nothing it's just..." He shut off the computer.

"... some work stuff. Don't worry." She furroed her brow in concern.

"Are you sure? Last night was your worst episode so far."

"It's got nothing to do with that. Just... don't worry about it ok?" He grinned. Forcefully. She noticed.

"Alright. Oh by the way, I think J'onn wants to see you." He huffed out.

"Is this about yesterday? Is it another P.T.S.D.E consultation or something? 'Cause I'm fine. It's not like it's the first time I died. It wasn't the worst way to go either." Her face went serious.

"I already told you to stop joking about that. This is serious. You're getting worse everytime. You're not invincible and pretty soon you'll run out of lives to use on your little resurrection trick." That was it.

"You don't think I know that?" She actually finched back as he spoke these words. Venom was in his voice. He raised it a few tones.

"I'm perfectly aware of my situation. In case you haven't noticed I'm the one living through it." She stood her ground

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me or I'll..." His eyes became fire.

"What?! You'll kill me?! Go ahead! Be creative, let's see what you got! Like you said, I'm running out of lives anyway so why not speed up the fucking process?! It's not like it'll be the end of the world or something! Oh... wait! Yes it will! I'm the one with the Demon in my body! You have no idea what it's like to have that wicked bastard scraping at your mind everytime you die! You have no idea what it's like to die over and over in the most painful, fucked up ways you can come up with!" She looked down in shame, now fully understanding Max's position. He'd never responded like this. She looked back to his eyes to see them loose the fire-red color they were in.

"Max... I'm sor..." He lifted his hand, so as to stop her.

"Just... tell J'onn I'm canceling these appointements." He walked out. She didn't make a move to stop him. She went to the terminal he was working on and turned the screen back on. She saw what he was working on. Read what he read.

Hera...

-MEANWHILE- AT THE HALL OF DOOM-

Caterine Cross was practicing in the training area. She wielded her staff and she was beating the sparring dummy half to death. Some guys walked by her side and she recognized one of them. He had dog-whistled her in her first day there. She went to him, seductively and just as he was moving in she knee'd him in the groin, taking her staff and smacking him over the head with it. No other would-be villain ever made a move on her again. She just kept sparring, remebering to throw in the same combo she used on the man and using it against the dummy. She cracked the tiniest of smiles as she saw the man shivering through her perefirals.

"Catherine?" She stopped and looked to her side. There stood Circe.

"Do you have another assignment for me?" She kept sparring, hearing her mentor speak.

"Yes."

"Must be important if you came down here yourself."

"It is. It's about you leaving witnesses at the last raid on the Sentinels." She stopped as she heard these words. She cleaned the sweat from her forehead with the towel she had there and sat her staff to the side.

"I didn't leave any witnesses." She had a folder with her.

"Apparently, you did." She opened the folder, only to find a picture of the day before. It showed the front of the Sentinel hideout she'd attacked, after she got out. It also showed someone coming out of the front door. Is that... no. It can't be.

"This picture as to be a fake."

"Doubtful. It was given to me by Luthor."

"No. You don't understand, I killed that man."

"Apparently, you didn't kill him well enough."

"How is he alive?"

"We don't know yet, but the mission is him. You find this man, and you eliminate him. He's seen your face and lived to tell the tale. That's not acceptable." She bowed down to Circe.

"Very well. I won't fail you Circe."

"Strangely, those are the exact words you used yesterday."

"This time, he'll stay dead."

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