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They lay side-by-side in the dark, breathless and sweat-drenched. She struck a match and lit a cigarette then passed it to him just before the flame went out. He puffed in and exhaled with and accentuated moan.
"So, I've got to ask," he began. She rolled onto her side to face him in the pale moonlight that shone through the factory window.
"What's that?"
He passed the cigarette to her and she inhaled, blowing out perfect rings of smoke that danced in the moon's beams. He watched her, entranced.
"Who are you?"
She smiled and ashed on the cold concrete floor.
"That, my darling, is purely confidential."
He grinned and shook his head.
"Confidential? Sweetheart, I just spilled my DNA in you. Come on, how about a name?"

He snatched the cigarette back with his free hand and took a drag.
"No, sorry. Afraid I can't oblige," she responded in a coy manner while stroking his bare chest.
He laughed,
"Well, don't blame me when you're crying to your girlfriends about how I didn't call you. Just trying to be a gentleman, here. You know, I usually don't sleep with women after our first battle."
"Aww, how sweet," she remarked, the sarcasm painful.
"Yeah, I'm quite the catch, I suppose. Just that no one really knows how to sink their claws into me. I'm unstoppable."
"I see,"

She uncuffed him and he sat up almost instantly.
"You see, baby doll, I'm kind of a busy man. You know, knife fights on Monday, wreaking havoc on the city Tuesday afternoon -- oh, and in the evening as well -- Wednesday, I blow up a train station, maybe rob a bank, Thursday's back to the usual wreaking of havoc, and Friday, I have bridge."
"You play bridge?" she asked, eyebrows raised in disbelief.
"No, no, no, I blow it to smitherenes. I'll tell you something. Nothing gets me going better than dynamite, baby doll," he finished the cigarette, "mmm, but you sure look good."
"You may find me very useful."
"Useful? Do tell how?"
"We could make a great team, you and I."
"Ohh, I'm sorry, baby doll, but my work's my own. It's my craft, my baby. Hate to break it to you, but you'd really just be in the way."
"No, I assure you --"
"Trust me, I've got things to do, and when I want them done, it's either my way or...my way. I appreciate the volunteer application, really, it's so kind of you, but I have no use for you. If I get an opening, though, I'll let you know."

He got off of the floor and buttoned his shirt and pants, dusting his hands before turning on a dim light and moving back to his chair. She frowned and followed him.
"I want you," she said, causing him to laugh, maniacally.
"Didn't notice! But, as I said, I'm a very busy man, and you'd be a huge distraction. Killer body like yours coupled with what you just did to me," he whistled, "I'd never get anything done. Hate to break it to you, but I wouldn't be able to keep myself off of you."
"That's not a problem," she said, smirking.
"Maybe not for you, baby doll, but I'm just too busy. If I'm ever free and in need a of a little fire, though, you'll be first on my list." He winked.

She glared and placed her hands on her hips.
"Do we need to go through with that again for me to convince you?"
"Oh, as much as I'd absolutely love to, I'm expecting an old friend at any minute. So sorry. You may wanna get out of here."
"No," she replied, curtly.
"No? Oh, sweet baby, am I going to have to removed you myself?"
He snapped his gloves and advanced her, reaching into his pocket. She backed up against the wall, feeling her body flush with excitement.
"I'd sure hate to deprive myself of such a talented creature. But the choice is yours," he said, cornering her against the wall and pressing his body to hers, "you gonna leave? Or you gonna let me kill you?"

He pulled a pistol, cocked it, and placed the barrel to her forehead. As he did so, he felt the same against the back of his skull.
"Don't you hurt her," a low, gutteral voice demanded. He smiled broadly and turned around.
"So good of you to show up. Do you know how long I've been waiting here?" he turned to her, "I'm afraid we're going to have to rain check that leave or be killed thing. Like I said, very busy. But, um, here's my card. Give me a call sometime, beautiful. And, uh, don't forget those stems." He grinned, acknowledging her legs.
"Let's go, buddy," the dark figure insisted.
"Catch you on the flip, baby doll. Time to make this bat fly!" He laughed and snatched a baseball bat out of thin air and struck at the dark figure, only to be knocked flat on his back.

"I don't appreciate that. Gotta confess, it's a bit aggrivating. But if you insist on fighting dirty, I'll bring on the filth."
He dove across the room at the dark figure, where she could no longer see either of them. She heard grunting and scuffling, and the sound of metal clashing metal.
"All right, I'm going to take my leave," she called.
He grunted and she heard a loud crash.
"No, you stay put, missy. When I win this fight, I'll want to celebrate!" he laughed loudly.
"You won't win this one, pal," the dark figure growled. She sighed and leaned against the wall, disappointed.
Should have known better, she thought. Of course he's busy wreaking havoc and destroying things. Why would he ever have time for a woman?

She became lost in thought for a moment, and time seemed to slip away from her. All of a sudden, he grabbed her, shaking her back into reality.
"I'm taking this with me! Hang on, baby doll. We're about to go for a long, long ride down!" She screamed as he dove through the glass window, gripping her with all his might. Just as they were about to crash to the ground, she uttered a few choice words and they remained suspended in the air. He looked up and down, and then to her,
"Did you do that?"
She nodded and he grinned profusely.
"You may prove useful after all. I'll keep you. On a contingent basis, that is." He laughed and she began to float them upward and away, still clenched in his arms.

She lay her head on his shoulder as they continued to float.
"What's your destination?" she asked.
"To the moon," he responded, beaming, "and back!"
"Is that really where you want to go?" she asked, "I mean, it is possible, but, seriously."
"Let's save that for another time, hmm?"
"Yeah, sure...so, where are we going?"
"You are going to bed with me," he laughed hysterically and fiercely pressed his lips to hers. She almost screamed from terror and excitement, but returned his actions, wrapping herself even tighter around him as they floated through the evening sky.