Lost Times (фемслэш)

“I thought you were supposed to be untouchable,” a taunting voice rings out, followed shortly by a chuckle. “Maybe those Seattle bitches are blowing things out of proportions. They do get pretty dramatic, sometimes. You seem pretty touchable to me, Maxaroni.”
“How?” she chokes out, refusing to stand up even when she can. “How do you know me?”
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The quiet heroine Polaroid has never met her match until she meets the destructive vigilante known as Blue Death. She knows she’s her foe, and they’re in the midst of a great battle, but she can’t help but wonder what the blue vigilantee’s lips would feel like against her own.