Let's now skip a few months ahead. Our two lovebirds keep on going strong (see what I did there?) and Catherine as become a double agent for the good guys. What's gonna happen from here? Read and find out. After the...

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She stood in the rooftop, her arms crossed behind her back, pacing from side to side inpatiently. What's taking him so long? She heard a soft landing behind her. She turned around to find her boyfriend getting up from his landing and putting away his grappling gun.

"Sorry for taking so long." He walked up to her and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"You better be. I've been waiting for a while. What have you been doing?"

"I had to stop a satanic ritual on the way here." She raised an eyebrow in doubt.

"Really?"

"Yes really. Now come on, you still need to get dressed."

"Yeah fine. But we're not done here." He smiled at her.

"I know." She kissed him again, passionately.

-A FEW MINUTES LATER-AT CATHERINE'S PLACE-

She was in her bathroom, getting ready for their date, it was their first official date as their "human" selves. This wasn't Maxwell Strong and Catherine Cross: superhero and supervillain. This was Maxwell Strong and Catherine Cross: the couple.

As he paced around her apartment, waiting for her, he wondered why she wanted to do this. Granted, they hadn't gotten out like this before, but they had "dates" if you could call them that. The random meeting in the rooftop of a building, the picnic during an afternoon off. Maybe it was for the romance. They didn't have many moments like those. The few nice ones were with him holding her in his arms while they watched TV, lying on the couch after a particularly stressful day. They had their bad ones too.

He had died 7 more times, in the past months. The last one was by Circe's hands. She stayed by his side, lying to her mentor, saying she was just going to make sure he was dead. She could barely hold herself with the sobs, so keeping him grounded as he squirmed and turned under her hands, spouting some random demon profanities as he did was pretty tuff. She barely kept him in check.

But then he woke up, as he always did. He saw her tears and apologized for making her go through it again. When she killed him, she didn't feel for him. She hardly knew him. Now, she died with him everytime, coming back broken form the sight, but stronger from the experience.

It was ridiculous, but it was just as she'd said. Speaking of her...

She got out of the bathroom, her usual ponytail forgotten, leaving her luscious blond hair down. She was wearing a beautiful, dark blue strapless dress and matching heels. She wore a necklace around her neck, a string of pearls shining under the moonlight. She was beautiful.

"..." He was gawking at her.

"Speechless? You? Oh this is priceless." She smiled a beautiful smile to go with her sight. He shook himself out of his reverie.

"You're priceless. You look wonderful."

"I know. I took my time after all."

"It was time well spent beautiful." She walked to him and kissed him passionately. He returned the gesture.

"C'mon pretty boy, we're gonna be late." He gave her his arm. She took it and he grinned.

"Not in my car we're not."

-SKIP TO THE RESTAURANT-HALFWAY THROUGH THE MEAL-

They were enjoying their time together. She was laughing at something that happened with him. Apparently he was trying a new spell and he almost burned a hole through the BatWing. Needless to say Batman was not pleased.

"I really don't see what's so funny." She kept laughing.

"Are you kidding? I would've payed to see that. So what did you do?"

"He glared. I sort of tried to glare back a bit, but damn. That guy could win a staring contest against a statue." She laughed again. Just as she was about to take one last bite of her meal, a waitress came to the table and wispered in Max's ear. Catherine looked confused, maybe a bit ticked that this powerless bitch was wispering in Max's ear.

She didn't make much of it, because even though they'd only been dating for a few months, she knew Max would never look at another girl that way. Not because she had threatened to freeze him, but because he was honorable to that extent. She'd noticed. Beautiful women would walk past them everyday when they were together, but he didn't even give them a second glance. It was like they weren't even there.

Once she finished delivering her message, he mouthed his "thank you" and she walked away, attempting to steal some more attention form Max. She failed. Catherine took another bite of her meal. He did the same.

"What was that all about?" He smiled discretely.

"It's a surprise."

"Really?"

"Really." She thought about what it might be. Not coming up with anything, she decided to do the next best thing.

"What is it?" He chuckled.

"It wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you now would it?" She pouted.

"I guess not."

"Don't worry. You'll see what it is soon enough."

A few minutes passed and just as the waiter lifted their plates of the table, a slow jazz tune started playing. She was a bit confused at this, unlike everyone else. The men around the restaurant stood up from their chairs and gave their hands for their respective dates to take. The ladies acepted, and they all started dancing while the furniture was masterfully taken away by the various staff of the restaurant. Finally Max stood up in his elegant tuxedo and extended his hand to Catherine.

"Shall we?" She smiled and took his hand. They moved to what was now the dance floor and started dancing to the tune.

"How did you come up with this?" He shrugged.

"A little bit of imagination and luck. The fact that there's an occasion to do this helped." She furrowed her brow in confusion.

"Occasion?"

"Valentine's day. You know, February 14th?" She almost stopped dancing, but he kept her in motion.

"Oh my god. I'm sorry. I knew I forgot something." He just laughed at her embaressment.

"Don't worry about it."

"What? How could I not worry about it? I dind't even get you anything." He smiled sweetly at her and kissed her full on the lips slowing down their pace.

"You being here, with me, is a gift in itself." She apreciated the thought, but then feigned innocence.

"But still, I'll feel bad if I don't give you anything." She grinned suggestively.

"In that case." He dipped her and she giggled at the suddeness of the motion.

"I'm sure you'll think of something before the night's over." They kept dancing until they couldn't stand. Afterwards they thanked the staff, payed the check and went home. And sure enough a few minutes later as they bursted through her door, fumbling with each others clothes, she found a way to pay him back for what was, without a shadow of a doubt, the best night of her life.

Yey. More lovin'. Out of the three fics I've written, this is easily the most enjoyable for me. What about you? Out of the two you've read (if you've read the two), which one did you enjoy the most? Let me know in the review I hope you write of this chapter. Also use it to do the typical "review stuff". Alright, I guess...

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