Post-sexy time. Our two protagonists have officially and literally hooked up. How will they handle it from here? Let's find out...

ButnotbeforetheDisclaimer: I dont own DCUO, DC Comics or anything DC related expect for the characters, their sexy looks and everything they generally are and the plot. Because I came up with it. Not DC Comics. Me.

She hugged his chest as she rested her head under the nook of his chin. She listened to the sounds of his heart and felt his breath on her hair. She was... happy? Maybe. Probably... Oh who was she kidding, she loved it. By the small smile that graced his lips, she figured he'd enjoyed their little moment too. She had his shirt on which covered her to just below her private areas. He had already pulled on his pants and was lying shirtless on the rooftop. He killed the silence.

"So..."

"So."

"We're in trouble aren't we?"

"Yep."

"I mean, I'm a hero, you're a villain..."

"I know."

"... and it's not like we're gonna be able to keep this up for long. If you want to make this a regular thing of course."

"I know. And..." She thought hard about what she was abot to say.

"And?"

"I do. Want to do this again, I mean."

"You're sure?"

"Aren't you?"

"Are you kidding? I'm in." You were. She smiled at her thought.

"Alright then."

"Alright." A few more moments of silence.

"So... what now? I mean, we're gonna have to get up eventually and one of us as got to look like he lost."

"Right. We're gonna need some bruises."

"I call not it." She smiled at his antics.

"Sorry handsome. Not up for discussion. You're the one who can come back from the dead. You get the bruises." He huffed out.

"You're kidding. You're gonna use that argument everytime won't you?"

"Pretty much."

"Wonder Woman's gonna ask what happened." She nodded in comprehension.

"Circe too."

"Great. How do we deal with them?"

"Well, you're gonna fail to capture me..." He whined.

"Again? You're gonna wreck my reputation!"

"Yes again. And I'm going to pretend that I killed you and you'll pretend ressurect."

"Are you gonna be too graphical?"She shrugged.

"Circe likes the details."

"At least can I know how you're gonna pretend kill me?"

"Why would you want to know?"

"Well I'm the one dying. I think I deserve to know how you'll do it."

"Fine. I'm gonna throw you off this roof." He didn't react.

"Max?"

"Been there, died that. It hurt like hell too."

"Seriously? That's what you've got to say?"

"What? It's the truth." She thought for a while on what she was about to ask.

"How... how else?"

"How else what?"

"How else have you died?"

"Oh. Well let's take a look."

"What do you mean?"

"Dying leaves a mark." He pointed to his chest. It had several cuts and old bruises that never left. She noticed and thought it was just old wounds. Not the killing blows. He pointed to a small cut at his kidney.

"Stabbed." A round mark at his heart.

"Shot." A bruise at his ribs.

"Run over." A couple of cuts at the joints of his arms.

"Dismembered." She shivered from the image. He pointed to a mark on his eyebrow.

"Beaten." He pointed to the small mark on his neck.

"Poisoned." She had enough.

"Ok. Stop. I get the picture."

"And I've still got 52 lives left."

"There's a number?" She was confused.

"It's a long story."

"We have time." He sighed.

"Alright. So basically it's like this..."

And there we go. A little moment of care between the two characters who so far have only fought against one another or humped each other out. Reviewing would be nice. So would favoriting the story. And if you want to see even more of me than you can follow me by clicking the respective button. If you have any questions about future fics or plots and/or suggestions please PM me. And...

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