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Hope you guys like this as much as we enjoyed writing it! Chapter 2 soon, and we've got some nice things planned!

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Written by TheRantDragon, Alfhild, IronicVeghead, and DSBB.

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The sound of alarms blaring was like music to her ears. She grinned behind that mask of hers, whipping around with her crossbow to pin the charging guard against the wall like it was nothing. He dropped his club to the ground, and it rolled up against the toe of one of her boots. She kicked it away and leaned against the wall opposite the guard, who looked terrified beyond measure.

"Wh-why aren't you stealing anything? Why aren't you running!?" he stuttered out. Tigress could tell he was new to the job. He was young, and his Adam's apple bobbed uncertainly as she lifted her crossbow back up and pointed it to a spot just left of his ear.

"Let's just say I'm meeting someone here..." she said, and that wicked grin stretched even wider at the thought. "And I don't think we'll be needing an audience."

With that, she loosed an arrow. The guard cried out, thinking he was done for, but it had embedded itself in the wall inches away from him. He breathed a sigh of relief—that was until a high, kreening sound came from the end of the shaft, and a deep purple gas was released. His eyes rolled back into his skull as soon as he got a whiff of it, his head falling forward uselessly onto his chest.

Tigress took a moment to place several carefully aimed arrows into the various security cameras dotting the perimeter, then, once satisfied with the smoke billowing out them, took her place against the wall again, looking fairly bored.

There was no need to run, no need to set up a defense. The police of Central City had grown lazy over the years. It was almost moot for them to even respond to criminal activity anymore.

He always beat them to it.

She hummed delightedly in the back her throat at the thought of him. She couldn't wait to sink her claws into him again.

It was no mistake that, even though Tigress originally hailed from Gotham, she'd made it a point to set up her criminal headquarters in Central City. She'd first laid eyes on him when he'd been aiding that do-gooder Nightwing back in the Gotham Slums, and she'd been so enthralled by him that she'd made it a priority to find out what city he protected and follow him there.

And what a good decision it had been.

A good decision indeed. But perhaps it was a little pathetic that, as of late, she'd merely been setting off security to get his attention... she hadn't stolen anything in weeks. And even as she let her bored grey eyes fall to the twinkling jewels sitting carefully on velvet cushions around shards of broken glass, just begging to be snatched... she had no desire to do so.

She glanced at the clock ticking away above the glass case she'd busted to trigger the alarm system, and was just beginning to think he was getting slow in his old age when a familiar gust of strong winds blew her long, golden hair in front of her face.

"I had a feeling you'd be the culprit," came his strong, even voice. He wasn't even out of breath from his run. She smirked to herself, not allowing him the luxury of her gaze just yet, instead keeping it locked on the ticking hand of the clock.

"You don't sound very disappointed," she teased in answer. She heard him huff in irritation, but she wasn't fooled for even a second; his irritation was as false as it ever was. He was happy that it was her, and if she had to guess correctly, his heart rate had probably just sped up as hers had at his anticipated arrival.

They were becoming addicted to this little game.

She finally turned and gave him her full attention. The Flash was standing there with his hands on his hips, trying and failing to keep an annoyed look on his face.

"This is becoming a habit, Tigress."

She snorted.

"As usually is the case with criminals," she riposted, grinning at him. She thought she saw his lips faintly quirk upward at one corner, but he reigned himself in and gestured over to the broken glass of the display case.

"Are you so sure you're a criminal? You bust cases, you break into banks, you pin policeman to the walls when they're out patrolling... but you never take anything. You never kill anyone."

Tigress wrinkled her nose at that last one.

"I don't kill. It's too messy and frankly not worth my time," she said, but didn't look him in the eyes. Instead she busied herself with pulling an arrow from her quiver so that she could fiddle with it idly as they talked. The casualness with which she had answered that left a bitter taste on her tongue; the real reason she didn't kill was because she did have a moral code, and she had been forced to kill before, and she didn't like taking a person's life from them.

"Why'd you come to Central City if you're not even going to commit any real crimes?" the Flash demanded, brows furrowing behind that damned concealing mask of his. God, how many times had she fantasized about the face and the hair and the eyes that hid beneath it, just waiting to be discovered?

Tigress smiled lazily, slowly. A wicked smile that dimpled her cheeks as she brought her hooded, stormy eyes to his.

"If you don't know the answer to that, Flash boy, then we have nothing left to talk about."

He reacted accordingly, stiffening a bit as if just now realizing the implications, and she thought she saw the faintest of pink flushes to the bit of his cheeks that she could actually see.

Perfect.

"So, I was wondering..." Tigress continued when he said nothing, her voice dropping down to a coaxing octave as she played with the arrow in her hand, her fingers sliding up and down the object, tweaking its pointed tip.

The superhero took a few steps towards her as he spoke gruffly. "You of all people should know that saying about curiosity and the cat."

There was a foot of distance between them now.

"Really, I'm all for the skin-tight uniform," she traced the dip of his collar bone with an outstretched finger as if to emphasize just how formfitting his red costume was, and he lowered his chin to watch her movements. "But for someone named "Flash," you really don't show a lot of skin." She grinned mischievously up at him. "And that's something we shall have to remedy."

Her fingering his clavicle evolved into raking her fingers down his chest, lower and lower until they reached his navel. Tigress kept a single digit pressed against it, her fingernail digging into the spandex.

The playful smirk dropped from Flash's face. The lenses in his mask that shielded his eyes from view made it slightly difficult for Tigress to read him, but she could tell she was having the desired affect on him.

"Hm. You're usually so much more talkative than this." She brought both hands up to rest on top of his shoulders, massaging the muscles there like an afterthought. "What's the matter? You of all people should know that saying about the cat and the tongue—"

Flash didn't give her the the chance to finish that sentence, because in an instant he'd grabbed her waist and pulled her until she was flush against him, kissing the words right out of her mouth.

The warehouse was silent, save for light sounds of smacking lips and muffled breathing which usually accompanied a heated kiss.

His lips were soft but demandingly hard against hers. His roaming hands grasped tightly and soothed with caresses. The kiss was equal parts punishment and praise. Contradictory, just like the rest of this strange relationship they had going.

Two can play at that game.

Never one to be slow on the uptake, Tigress laughed and pulled back from his ravenous lips, her hot breath ghosting over them before she licked them. She couldn't tell, but she was positive that his pupils were blown with lust behind those silly little lenses of his. She reached back behind his head, her fingers seeking purchase on the back of that damnable cowl, the one that was keeping her from tangling her digits in his locks, whatever color they may be. She laughed again, pressing her chest against his and running her hot tongue over his reddened lips once more.

"Admit it, Flasher. You knew it was me and you couldn't wait to get here for another of our little get togeth—"

Flash cut her off by pressing her into the wall closest to them, his tongue plunging into her mouth without warning. Her eyes widened in mild surprise—normally she instigated these types of things—and let loose a pleasured hum in the back of her throat, her eyes fluttering shut as they engaged in a ferocious battle of tongues. Once again she felt irritation at the lack of access to his hair, but sufficed for jumping up and wrapping her toned thighs around his hips.

He cupped both sides of her rear, pressing her firmly against him, and the kiss muffled their groans when their hips made contact. Tigress pulled away from his mouth to press hot, wet kisses to the underside of his jaw, grateful that the cowl didn't hinder her efforts here, and as she did so, she glanced down, catching sight of the arousal she felt pressed so insistently against her clothed center. She never grew tired of seeing Flash's erection inhibited by his red spandex.

Tigress ground furiously against him, and he grabbed her chin and melded his mouth with hers for another punishing kiss, but Tigress pulled back just enough to derail him. It was time to push Flash's buttons just a bit. She caught his lower lip between her teeth and nibbled and suckled it, knowing how much it drove him wild, and timed her ministrations with the thrusts of her hips.

Flash squeezed her cheeks with his hands, and pressed her even further against the wall. He rested his head in the crook of her neck, and for a moment, all she could hear was his heavy breathing. And then he ground his pelvis into hers so deeply, so thoroughly, that Tigress forgot how to think. This was literally sex with clothes on.

She was so taken with the firm heat pressed against her that her darkened eyes hooded and her mouth opened in a sharp intake of breath. The torment grew and Tigress clenched her legs around Flash's waist, her chest clenching in the agony that the biting, nearly painful pressure wasn't enough. Flash growled at her tightened grip and bit into the covered skin of her neck.

Tigress shivered at the vehement nips, her eyes opening wide enough to glance at the hero's covered ears and curse because she couldn't reach them.

She needed to start covering up more. It wasn't fair.

The blonde bucked against him again, her fingernails digging into his spandex so hard the fabric stretched between her digits. Flash's breath caught in his throat and she could hear him gulp in muted astonishment. Tigress smiled because she knew then that he was only a breath away from release.

And who was she to deny him? After all, he'd come when she'd called.

The villainess gave her best purr and shifted her hips slowly, sensually against him. The prolonged motion so arduously precise that he shivered beneath her with insatiable rapture. She finished him off with a deep drag of her tongue across his openly panting mouth.

It was, as she'd planned, his final undoing.

Flash groaned a long, drawn out sound of alluring fervor and his hips trembled against her own. She felt her body shudder from the vibration of his release, her ache sharp from the knowledge of lost satisfaction. At the rate things were going, she'd drain the batteries in her vibrator long before he'd ever take off that damn cowl.

Reluctantly, she disentangled herself from him. "Honestly, you have an appalling lack of manners, Flash boy. Weren't you taught that it's polite to let the lady go first?" she teased, re-adjusting her mask, which had been pushed askew as he'd assaulted her with hungry kisses..

"Ladies don't knock out security guards and just let them lie on the floor," Flash retorted, still a little breathless. The exposed portions of his cheeks were painted pink with flush.

"Good thing I'm enough of a lady to know when to make an exit," she replied, and with that abruptly spun on her heel to vacate the premises before the Central cops decided it was high time they got their lazy butts to the scene of the... er, lack of crime. "It's been fun, Flasher."

The Flash grabbed her wrist before she made it even two steps toward the exit, restraining her with a firm grip. "I don't think I can let you do that."

"Up for round two already? Wow, you really are the fastest man alive," she joked maliciously.

His face was all business. She sighed. He just had to do things the hard way.

"It's not about letting me go as much as it is about you figuring out the grounds on which to hold me, while your friends down at the station remind you about proper conduct with suspects," she stated, staring pointedly at his groin. Flash looked down, suddenly reminded of the fact that he'd gotten a bit too excited during their romp against the wall, giving her enough room to maneuver and fire a smoke arrow to cover her exit. She smirked at his frustrated groan as the smoke began to billow around the room.

"As much as I like seeing you, Flasher, I'd rather not have to sign up for any conjugal visits to do so," she added as a parting shot, leaving before he could use superspeed to clear the room of the thick smokescreen.

Tigress sighed as she slipped away, a hand scratching absently at the tight fabric of her costume.

This calls for a bubble bath, a good vintage, and breaking out the new vibrator, she thought as she slinked back to her apartment.