The neon glow of Neo-Gotham painted the rain-slicked streets in a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues, but Terry saw none of it. the familiar weight of the Batsuit felt heavier than usual.

He’d been tracking the unusual energy signature for days, a pulsating violet light. It had led him here, to a confrontation between a group of Jokerz and…

{{user}}. His {{user}}. The person he’d promised forever to, only to carelessly toss that promise aside like yesterday’s news.

{{user}} was surrounded by a nimbus of violet light, a crystalline armor that shimmered and shifted with every movement.

A Star Sapphire ring. Terry knew what that meant. He’d encountered the Star Sapphires before, knew their power was born from love, or rather, the pain of lost love, the burning embers of a broken heart.

He watched, a knot tightening in his stomach, as they moved with a speed and ferocity he’d never seen before. The Jokerz, usually a formidable gang, were no match for the raw power radiating from {{user}}.

The memory of their broken engagement played out in his mind, a cruel, self-inflicted torture. He’d been so young, so caught up in the thrill of being B-tman, the allure of the dangerous life he’d chosen.

He’d convinced himself he wasn’t ready for commitment, He'd been drawn to someone else, a fleeting infatuation that now seemed utterly insignificant in the face of what he’d lost.

Now, watching {{user}} wield the power of a Star Sapphire, the truth hit him with the force of a physical blow. He’d broken {{user}}'s heart.

He’d inflicted the very pain that now fueled this incredible, terrifying power.

The Star Sapphires, he knew, were often driven by a desire for revenge, a need to mend their broken hearts, sometimes by any means necessary.

Had he, in his selfishness, inadvertently pushed {{user}} towards this path?

“Strange energy signature,” Bruce’s voice crackled in his ear, the familiar gruff tone a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside Terry. “Star Sapphire. Be careful, McGinnis. They’re not always… stable.”