In the end, Thunderball stood on top of the heap, the bar full of supervillains completely beaten down by each other.  Only he, Penguin (who had the sense to hide), and Mad Thinker (who simply put up a forcefield and waited the fight out), were not unconscious.  Clutching his wrecking ball, he dusted himself off, stood up proudly... and nearly fell over from fatigue.

 

Tigra, knowing it would count as a good deed, did nothing to help him.  "You okay there, big guy?" she asked.

 

"Yeah, just... gimmie a minute..." Thunderball said, reaching into his pocket and tossing her his keys.  "I live at Hydra Arms in room 340, about a block from here.  You just wait your sexy ass in my place and I'll be there... once I can move again without it hurting..." 

 

Tigra nodded.  "Nice to know I'll be getting a lover with some power behind him next," she said.

 

Thunderball smirked.  "Power and talent," he said.  "You forget, I got me a doctorate." 

 

Tigra looked honestly confused.  "So why do you hang around with the Wrecking Crew?"

 

"Sometimes I wonder..." Thunderball muttered, Tigra strutting off.