First, you go on a short “recruitment” drive.

Before launching your first direct attack on the Titans, you decide to recruit others to your side. Whether or not they can defeat the Titans is irrelevant: what you need are fighters who can hold their own long enough for you to taken each Titan down one by one. One of the better methods to ensure a stalemate would be to recruit villains with similar powers and skillsets to the Titans, but that might be too tall an order to effectively replicate. If nothing else, you know at least ONE villain to recruit that fits the criteria.

Blackfire, based on the information you had in your possession, was still imprisoned on the Tamaranean home world. A ship capable of space flight wasn’t hard to acquire, although you needed to subtly hack the Titan’s mainframe remotely for the coordinates to the planet. But once that was done, it did not take long to arrive. True, you were not greeted warmly, but the Tamaranean soldiers proved little match for you. Their king, the closest living thing to a father Starfire had, put up a better fight, but he joined his soldiers on the floor all the same.

The palace was not all that hard to navigate, and you eventually found yourselves to the prison block. Many different captives were present, but the one you were most interested in was located in the far end of the room.

She was restrained in a varying number of ways that kept her unable to use her strength or powers to tear herself free. As it was, she probably didn’t even know you were there. Still, the first order of business was destroying the **** field that acted as the first barrier toward her freedom. A quick blast ensured that the field generator was left to smolder in dozens of pieces.

Confident in your ability to overpower her should she retaliate, you break her free of several restrains, granting her the means of freeing herself from the rest. She bends and flexes her body, regaining feeling in long-stiff muscles as she works herself loose and limber, either unknowing or uncaring that doing so puts on a rather provocative display that would entice any straight male from numerous intelligent races. You yourself are no exception.

Given your training regiment, the last thing you had time for was intimacy with the opposite sex. Still, you weren’t ignorant of sex or any of the other topics associated with it: you just never had a chance to put it into practice. It only occurs to you right then and there that you are no longer such a restriction. While tempted to act upon the freedom, Slade has always taught you to ensure that business came before pleasure. But once you got really good at it, the line between both was often non-existent.

But for now, you had to convince her to join you against the Titans.

“So, who do I have to thank for my early parole?” Blackfire asked dismissively, still working out more kinks in her body from the restraints.

“My name is Brimstone, and I believe we can help each other out.”

She gives a short, unamused chuckle before speaking.

“I’ve heard better pickup lines on the ass end of the galaxy. If that’s your best line, then the only companion you’ll be enjoying tonight is your hand.

“I’m offering you a shot at the one who imprisoned you.”

She pauses mid-stretch as she processes your words before turning around and truly begins to observe you for the first time.

“Really…? So then, Brimstone was it? What makes you think YOU can help ME?” she lightly challenged.

“I can take you to Earth. Follow my orders, and your sister is yours to deal with as you please. In exchange, you will assist me as I gather the **** necessary to destroy the Titans,” you respond.

Her eyes roam your body, drinking in your appearance. She appears to somewhat dismiss your combat potential based on your rather unassuming build, but she still finds you attractive enough to at least humor you for awhile longer.

“How ambitious. But all I need from you is your ship, and I can head to Earth on my own and deal with my dear sister Starfire as I desire. You’re cute, but I don’t play well with inferior fighters.”

Lessons long drilled into you by your father kept you from rising to the taunt, but you answer her challenge all the same.

“If that’s the way you feel, then you shouldn’t object to a friendly wager?”

She raises an eyebrow and looks at your with more consideration.

“Oh?” she askes, a smirk forming on her face as she speaks further. “And just what would the terms of this wager entail?”

“You and me, one-on-one combat. Last one standing wins. You defeat me, my ship is yours. You lose, then I can do whatever I want with you.”

Her smirk turns sultry.

“Such a naughty little boy, wanting to use me like that,” she chuckles before returning to a relaxed, if somewhat guarded, posture. “Fine then, I accept your terms.”

No sooner had she accepted than she already began by throwing a punch towards your face.