The news didn't mention a thing about Fera, or anything else at all to indicate that the altercation had occurred.  There was a small note about the Art Institute being closed for refurbishment...probably they were going to "refurbish" the security systems.<br/><br/>BarreLew's blog noted how odd it was that the North Fork Four would so easily lose to Dr. Omega and Trepian, and wondered pointedly about what the Spoiler's involvement really was, but he was obviously just speculating (and he wasn't getting many hits).<br/><br/>----<br/><br/><em>Late last night...</em><br/><br/>Thundergirl hovered idly as her paramour sped off, running one finger along her slick breasts before bringing it to her mouth.  As she began to suck it clean, her eyes fluttered once, and again, and slowly widened.<br/><br/>"What the<em>fuck</em>?" she wailed, glancing around wildly.  "Fera, what did --"<br/><br/>"I didn't do anything<em>you</em>didn't, sparky," her counterpart muttered dazedly, and Thundergirl got quiet in a hurry.  When Fera sailed down to retrieve her top, the heroine squeaked in sudden realization, trying to cover herself with one arm while haphazardly pulling her garment back up with the other.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Two minutes later, the former adversaries sat back-to-back on the skyscraper's roof.  It took a moment before the silence finally broke.<br/><br/>"So.  Truce?"<br/><br/>"I can't just..."<br/><br/>Fera rolled her eyes.  "Promise I won't steal anything until we're done."<br/><br/>"...deal."<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>When the Spoiler arrived, Emily was alone in her dorm room, clad in a white sundress and sandals and working at her computer.  She opened the door (or window) immediately upon seeing him, and gave him a big hug.  "Oh, hi!  How have you been?"  Emily studied his face, looking worried.  "I saw the news yesterday -- it was really brave of you to get involved in a fight that big.  Are you okay?"