One-eyed

“Scott? You in here?” Kitty phased through another wall. She’d looked everywhere for him, and checked with everyone except for Emma, who was apparently missing too. Every room she swept made her a little more worried. Not that they were injured or anything—or Scott was hurt, at least Emma would be too, so silver lining—but that they were alone, and hard to reach, and doing something that required a mindboggling amount of privacy.

Really, what were they doing that was kinkier than fucking in the locker room?

Finally, she determined there was no place they could be other than the Danger Room, which was supposed to be closed for repairs. When she poked her head in, though, it seemed to be working fine. Simulating some sort of big basement for some reason. And hey, Scott was there. Dressed as Bane. Holding up Batman.

“I’d been wondering which would break first,” Scott intoned, in a surprisingly good imitation of Tom Hardy’s dulcet tones. “Your body, or your spirit!”

Then he gave Batman the ol’ Professor X treatment. Kitty winced. Winced harder when Emma stepped out of the shadows, doing a perfunctory imitation of Marion Cotillard’s accent. “Finally, Gotham has a Queen.” She laid down next to Batman’s broken body. “A new knight to serve her. Fuck me, Bane. Fuck my pussy!”

Scott shook his head, rolling Emma over with his boot and kneeling behind. “Your fucking must be more severe…”

Kitty backed out of the room. She couldn’t believe Emma was ripping off her role-play with Piotr!