Karen's punch sent you flying, Luthor Megazord Model 3000 and all, hurtling across Mekopolis like a rocket gone rogue. The cityscape blurred past, neon signs flash info like taunts, and you couldn’t help but let out a startled, “Whoa! Okay, that’s new!” as the Zord spun in a dramatic arc. She launched after you, eyes blazing, hair whipping behind her like fire, ready to finish what she started—but you saw it coming. Reflexes sharp, instincts honed, you fired a Kryptonite missile—Lex’s latest “gift”—straight at her.

She twisted, ducked, and somehow the blast sent her crashing to the ground instead, skidding across the pavement in a cloud of dust and sparks. You landed beside her, sprawling across the Megazord’s hull with the grace of a drunken acrobat, a smug grin creeping across your face.

“You are so annoying, Luthor! That was my work suit!” she screeched, glaring at you with pure fury, fists clenched and sparkling with residual energy.

“Annoying? Me?” you said, voice dripping with mock offense. “I prefer… irresistibly charming. But sure, annoying works too.” You winked, leaning slightly toward her, just enough to be infuriating.

“Charming?” Karen barked, pushing herself up, dusting off sparks and pavement grime. “You’ve got a lot of nerve calling yourself charming when you just launched me into a building!”

You shrugged, still grinning, pretending to inspect your hands. “Hey, I’m helping you test durability. Quality assurance, if you will. Think of it as… professional development.”

She groaned, shaking her head, lips pressed tight with controlled rage. “Professional development? You’re literally the worst kind of professional!”

You laughed lightly, rolling onto your stomach and springing up to straddle her back, holding her firmly but playfully. “Glad to make your day a little more… interesting,” you said, leaning close enough for her to feel your smirk against her ear.

“Is that all you know how to do?” Karen hissed, voice low, dangerous, but tinged with something else—exasperation mixed with the faintest acknowledgment that maybe, just maybe, she enjoyed the chaos. “You and your stupid family… seriously. What, are you in love with me or something?”

Your smirk widened, teeth bared, eyes glinting with playful mischief. “Maybe. Is it mutual?”

For a heartbeat, she froze, glaring down at you, assessing, calculating. Then, without warning, she grabbed you, hoisting you onto your Luthor Omega Zord Model 3000 with the ease of someone who had practiced this exact maneuver in her head a dozen times.

“Ouch! What was that for?” you yelled, rolling slightly as the Zord shifted beneath you, pretending to be mortally wounded but secretly loving the attention.

“Being a dick,” she shot back, brushing her hair from her eyes, sparks flying from her gloves as she pointed them at the city like a warning to anyone who dared approach. “And for you and me? In your dreams, Luthor.”

You blinked, upside down, arms flailing slightly, trying not to let your grin crack into full-on laughter. “Wow, so harsh. Here I thought we were bonding.”

She crouched near your face, smirk turning sharp, teeth glinting. “Bonding? You mean torturing me while making jokes? Sure, let’s call it that.”

“Hey, it’s quality time!” you countered, flipping slightly in midair to keep the upper hand, if only psychologically. “You’re welcome, by the way. This is… what, date number four? And I’m already improving your reflexes. Physical fitness. Emotional endurance. All in one go!”

Her eyes narrowed, sparks flying from her gloves, but the corner of her mouth twitched—proof she couldn’t entirely resist your obnoxious charm. “You are insufferable,” she growled.

“Ah, but irresistible too,” you quipped, giving a mock bow as the Megazord wobbled beneath you. “It’s a package deal, Karen. Take it or leave it.”

Karen rolled her eyes so hard it was almost audible, then lunged, grabbing your wrist and flipping you again onto the Zord, leaving you dangling upside down, staring at her face close enough to see every flicker of anger and amusement.