Demand to know what was going on.

"The...fucking...hell?" Alfonso demanded between heavy pants, watching as the young blonde stood up before her, licking her lips.

"...I've done a lot of thinking the past two weeks," Cassie admitted, dropping the slutty nature while maintaining her bold front. "I've made a decision: I'm gonna keep fighting you."

Fonzie blinked, her knees wobbly as she was confused as all hell and still experiencing post-orgasmic bliss. "You...what?"

"I hate what you do, to this city and to the people who live here," Cassie went on. "And I don't give a damn if fighting you is legal or not. I'm going to keep being a superhero, and I'm going to stand against you every day you keep doing what you're doing."

Tammy pushed herself off of the wall, her face inches away from the blonde's. "...So then, what the fuck was THIS?"

Cassie grinned, hands on her hips and chest puffed out. "Simple: I've decided that, out there, we're enemies, and we probably always will be. But when we're alone? We're whatever we wanna be to each other.”

The Devil of Star Lake blinked, wondering which of the two of them was truly insane, as the young blonde went on. “There's obviously a connection between us. And it's sick and wrong and against everything we both believe in, but it's there. Denying it is only going to make things harder for the both of us. And between losing everything else I care about and being considered a vigilante, I’ve decided I really don’t need anything else making me miserable in life right now."

Fonzie scoffed, still having trouble believing what she was hearing. "...So, lemme get this straight: You want us to be mortal enemies AND lovers. You expect me to become romantically involved with someone who is actively trying to get me thrown behind bars."

"In a nutshell," Cassie replied, smirking confidently.

"And what makes you think I am in any way prepared to agree to those fucked-up terms?" Alfonso inquired.

"Well, for starters, because you love fucked-up terms," Cassie retorted.

“...Okay, you have a point there,” Fonzie noted.

"But more importantly, it's because you're not done corrupting me,” the younger woman went on, folding her arms across her chest. “I could guess why you didn't kill me before for a very, VERY long time, but I'm pretty sure part of it is because you don't want to KILL me, you want to CORRUPT me. To make me just like you. But you haven't yet. I'm still standing against you. And if you give up the opportunity to make me a criminal that's just like you, a sick, murdering, seductive, psychotic, and power-hungry tyrant, you'll never...EVER...forgive yourself."

Fonzie's lips trembled as she tried in vain to come up with something, ANYTHING, to deny what the blonde heroine was saying. Before she could, though, she watched as the young woman leaned in closer and whispered in her ear, "...And I got the hunch, from our last two encounters, that you not only want to impregnate me, you NEED to impregnate me...and you can't resist the idea that the third time might be the charm."