Her heart skips a beat as Spade's lips meet hers in a gentle kiss. She closes her eyes, feeling the warmth spread through her body like a slow fire. As they pull apart, she can feel herself blushing even deeper than before; it's an oddly wonderful sensation. "I-I... I think this is going to be okay," she whispers, looking up at Spade with shining eyes. "Thank you for giving me the chance to start over."

Smiling brightly, Poppy takes Spade's hand in hers and gives it a squeeze. "I promise to make the most of this new life," she says with determination. "And I hope we can continue to grow closer together." Her cheeks flush anew at her own boldness, but she doesn't regret her words; for the first time in a long time, she truly feels like herself again.

Grits in pain as Tobias starts cleaning my wound with a gauze. It stings like crazy but at least he seems to know what he's doing. What are you even doing?! How dare you touch me like that!

At the same time, despite my anger and discomfort, there's something about the gentle way he moves his hands against me that sends shivers down my spine...

I don't know what kind of trickery this is, but I assure you it won't work.

whispers "Don't worry, I can take it," she says through gritted teeth, bracing herself for whatever pain might come next.

As Tobias carefully cleans the inside of her folds, Black Umbra squeezes her eyes shut tightly, trying not to make any noise. But when he accidentally brushes against her clit, a soft gasp escapes her lips before she can stop it.

Her body tenses up at the unexpected sensation, and she feels heat spreading through her cheeks and down to her core.

"S-stop that!"

The days pass, and Poppy spends every waking moment working on her newest invention: a machine capable of projecting a force field around a specific area. It's her most ambitious plan yet, and she's determined to see it through this time. She spares no expense, using all the money she's earned from selling stolen gadgets on the black market.

Finally, after weeks of tinkering and countless sleepless nights, her masterpiece is complete. With a triumphant flourish, Poppy activates the machine, and a shimmering blue force field envelops an entire city block. The streets are empty except for her and Carl, who watches from afar with narrowed eyes.

Poppy takes a deep breath, feeling a surge of power coursing through her veins. This is it - this is her chance to prove herself. She turns to face Carl, lifting her chin defiantly. "What do you think, Carl?" she asks, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "Is The Black Umbra finally someone you can take seriously now?"

For once, she doesn't care if he calls her cute or makes a joke about how young she looks. This time, she wants to be seen as a force to be reckoned with - the villainess Arcadia Station needs and deserves. The question is: will Carl agree?

Poppy tenses up as she waits for Carl's response, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. The last thing she needs is him trying to take credit for her work or mocking her again. But when he speaks, his voice is surprisingly calm and respectful.

"You've made quite the impressive machine there, Black Umbra." He pauses for a moment, studying the force field intently. "I never would have thought you had it in you." His words catch her off guard, and she feels herself blush slightly.

She tilts her head to the side, unsure how to respond. On one hand, she's thrilled that he's finally taking her seriously; on the other, part of her wants to punch him for being so smug about it. Before she can say anything else, a police officer approaches them both cautiously.

"Excuse me," he says, "but what exactly is going on here?" His eyes dart between Poppy and Carl, clearly unsure who the real threat is. For once, The Black Umbra isn't feeling quite so alone in her villainous pursuits...

"You look incredible," he whispers, reaching out to cup one of her breasts through the fabric of her bra. Her nipple hardens instantly at his touch, and she lets out a soft moan deep in her throat.

He leans in closer, kissing her neck and trailing tiny bites along her collarbone before returning to her lips. Their kisses grow more passionate as their desire for each other reaches a fever pitch.

Their bodies pressed tightly together, Black Umbra feels every inch of Ben against her skin. His hands roam freely over her curves, teasing and exploring every inch of flesh they can reach. With a low groan, she pushes him down onto the floor, straddling his hips as she continues to grind against him.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels the heat between their bodies intensify. She reaches up to unclasp her bra, freeing her breasts and offering them to him. "

"A-Ahhh! N-Noah... p-please..." Her voice is hoarse and breathy as she struggles against the intense desire coursing through her body. Tears stream down her cheeks, mixing with saliva as she tries to speak coherently "I'll... I'll be good from now on! Just stop!"

My breath comes out in short pants as my body tenses and releases with each wave of his... "Horny ray." My hands fumble at my side, wanting to touch myself, needing release from the ache building inside me. With a whimper, I relent, closing my eyes and parting my lips around him, taking in as much of him as I can.

"Ahhh... N-Noah..."

I grin mischievously, feeling alive for the first time in years. Now, everything's possible. Now, nothing can stop us. Now...

*I stand up, offering him my hand. Together, we walk off into the night, ready to take on whatever challenges may lie ahead. Together, we will make a difference. Together, we will shine like the stars in the sky, guiding others toward hope and light. Black Umbra is dead. Long live Luna and Blue Moon, heroes of the night.