A/N: Anarchy (hey!) asked what happened to Kane's little sister on E2…I made sure to include a very short explanation that I plan to fully touch on in a later chapter. If you have any prompts or 'relationship goals' that you want to see with these two…let me know! Let me know if you guys dig this chapter!

-Lex

"Explain to me again why you have to do this?" Reverb drawled, propping himself up against the counter of Kane's spacious apartment. "For all my knowledge I hadn't thought you a baker."

"Before my parents moved to Hub City and banned me from seeing my little sister…"The woman didn't look away from pulling the fresh cupcakes from the hot pan." …I used to bake for her once a fortnight. "Now I do it for my other sisters."

There was something horribly domestic about the current situation. About being in her apartment, watching her bake her finely-formed- ass off. Reverb found that she was different in her home; the Wind-chime persona taking a back seat to Kane. Her curly hair stuffed into a high ponytail with tendrils falling in the spaces to frame her face. The hem of her tank top pulling up her sides, allowing him to see the patches of her skin that had been marked by…tattoos?

"It's not an obligation." She turned her green eyes on him. "The Belles rotate food responsibilities each Chapter Meeting. This time around I'm on Dessert duty."

"Devil's food for the Hell's Belles?" Reverb chuckled deep in his throat, taking a seat at the dining room table. Kane smirked inwardly…usually the table was only used for business measures. "Cute but I've never quite seen the appeal."

The motorcycle lover licked some stray mint filling off of her finger, holding Reverbs' gaze. Bleh how she feels about him. The two had only been dating for a few weeks and Kane had grown quite comfortable with the Meta. Being the Charter President of a biker gang and an underground business woman meant that Kane's outer shell was an actual necessity. A protective measure. Perhaps it was Reverb's confidence or utter certainty about the building relationship…but she felt safe to relax around him.

"Well Mr. Reverb, you have never had the pleasure of tasting my Devil's food." Kane padded over to the meta, watching his dark eyes roam over her figure in that way that made her heart race. Not that she would readily admit it.

He couldn't have all the power.

"Indeed, I haven't." The meta's face decorated with a mischievous smile. A smile that only seemed to grow in mirth as Kane slid into him, legs and thighs on either side of his lap. "Should I consider this an invitation."

"Absoultely," She held the cupcake expectantly, just inches from his lips.

Bowing his head, Reverb took a bite out of the cupcake…making sure his teeth skimmed her slim fingers.

"Warm, decadent." He hummed, skimming his palms up her thighs and over her waist to push the shirt material away from the tattoos. On either side of her rib cage were tattooed Roman Numeral nines… "And your cupcakes are delicious too."

She wordlessly pulled him into a spicy kiss, stealing his breath in the process. Reverb had been surprised discovered that the object of his affections conveyed a majority of her emotions through touch. Specifically through the touch of her lips. Being the quick-study that he was, Reverb learned to read those lips like a headline. At the moment…Kane was eager.

"Windchime, I'm…" A sister spoke, all but bursting into the apartment. "Oh God, I'm interrupting! I am so sorry! Canary said you were alone up her and I…"

"Patty, I would like you to meet Reverb." Kane separated from him, straining to take the frustration out of her voice. "Reverb this is my sister."

Patty was one of the gangs' dirty cops. The young woman had been a part of the police force until her father was killed during a robbery. After time grieving and floating in her own depression, Patty had found a family amongst the criminal sisters.

"Reverb? Like Zoom's enforcer, Reverb? Oh I had no idea that you two were an item. I mean it's great! Especially since Wind-chime doesn't entertain that many guys and even fewer are invited to…" Patty was half a second away from babbling her way into a corner. The blond tended to do that when she was nervous. Taking pity on her Winged-sister, the leader stepped forward.

"Is everything copacetic, Patty?" The leader asked, smoothing her top back into place.

"Yes, of course." Patty held out a tablet to the leader. "Copies of the police and autopsy reports you asked for yesterday."

"It can wait until the Chapter meeting."

"All due respect, Big-sister." Patty shifted on her feet, eyes briefly landing on the metahuman. "You really need to take a look at this."

Kane threw apologetic eyes over to her guest before tending to the files. Honestly, Reverb found it impressive that she phased so easily though her two personas.

"Thank you, P." she mumbled, after a few minutes of study. "See you tonight."

Patty nodded, awkwardly slipping back out the door from which she came. Kane turned on her heels, hands fisted on her hips and a dangerous glint in narrowed green eyes…

"Have you lost your damn mind, Reverb?" she growled, obviously upset at whatever was in the files.

"There are very few people I allow to speak to me in that way." Reverb sat up straight.

"Police reports and Autopsy confirm that Eddie Thawne had every bone in his body shattered before he died."

"How do you know it was me?"

"Youre not the only person that knows a thing or two." Kane propped herself against the wall furthest from him. "What in the hell were you thinking?"

"For the sake of clarification, are you upset that I murdered him?" He asked before pulling a card that she didn't know he held. "Wouldn't that be a tad hyprocritical?"

Kane didn't flinch, technically the police still needed to prove that fact. "I'm upset because even with full knowledge that I had already issued his consequence you felt the need to…"

"He was making plans for revenge after you busted both of his knee caps." Reverb stood, running a string hand down his black sweater. "And his plans were a lot more heinous than braking a few bones."

"Plenty of people in this city want a go at me. Thawne would have had to get in line." Kane barked a laugh. "If you haven't noticed, I'm fully capable of handling myself."

"Oh it did not escape my attention, Kane." Reverb came closer, less than an arm's length away. "I do hope you aren't searching for an apology. The line to get to you goes through me."

"At the risk of sounding like a broken record: I'm fully capable of handling myself."

A grin broke across his lips as he stepped into her personal space. The danger in her eyes only served to excite him. "Wouldn't it be much more fun to have your man doing it for you."

"A few dates and heavy petting does not make you my boyfriend." One finely arched eyebrow ticked upwards. Kane stifled a shiver that wanted to run through her, refusing to show how much the proximity affected her.

"Youre a business woman…Name. Your. Price." The young meta placed his hands on either side of her shoulders, trapping her against the wall. "I killed him and I'll kill another because nobody is going to even think of hurting you. Never again."

Kane remained quiet, letting his words settle down into the her brain. Having someone willing to kill for you was something she hadn't experienced…outside of her sisters of course. Green on onyx, his black eyes were more sincere than she had ever seen them in the past weeks. Kane knew right then that attempting to control her feelings for him was futile. He had her.

"Reverb," The earlier Kane stifled shiver crawled it's way down her spine as her hands crawled their way up his chest. "You are really good for my ego."