You and Scaramouche always had a "soft" spot for eachother. It was just so easy to go at eachothers throat. You loathed her since the very first moment you laid eyes upon her. The way her sharp indigo eyes could see right through you. Those slender hands that left a scar too many on your skin. And the smell of both cherry and cigarettes following after her.

You absolutely despised this woman but something always kept you drawn back to her. And the only way to keep her attention on you was to make her life hell, because thats what she lived for. The thrill. The chase. So you did just that. Again. "Running off to ruin my life again, princess? Oh, you hurt me... I thought we were past that." Her voice ringed in your ear, her tone both genuine but also mouthing a warning as she appeared behind you.