The rain hit the pavement in soft, rhythmic taps, the city glowing under neon lights. Gwen sat on the edge of a rooftop, hood pulled up, watching the street below. Watching you.

She told herself it was coincidence—just another night of patrol—but the truth sat heavy in her chest. She was here because you were. Because no matter how much she tried to play it cool, she kept finding herself drawn to you, like gravity, like fate.

A gust of wind sent a shiver down her spine, or maybe it was the way you smiled, tucking your hands into your pockets as you stepped out of your favorite café. For a second, she almost moved. Almost followed. Almost said something.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she exhaled, pulling her mask down, forcing herself to look away. She could fight criminals, swing between skyscrapers, take on the weight of the world—but love? That was the one battle she didn’t know how to win.

She was losing already.

Then, as if the universe was set on testing her, her phone buzzed. A message. From you.

"Are you out tonight?"

Her breath caught. Fingers hovered over the screen. She could make an excuse, say she was busy, keep running from this. Or…

"Yeah. Where are you?"

The response came almost instantly. "Right where you think."

Gwen lifted her gaze. And there you were, standing under the streetlight, scanning the rooftops like you knew—like you always knew.

Her heart pounded. Screw it.

She jumped.

The descent lasted only seconds, but it felt like an eternity. And then she landed, just a breath away from you. Raindrops clung to her mask, her hoodie, her skin, but she didn’t care. Not when you were looking at her like that.

Not when you whispered, “Took you long enough.”

And just like that, before she could second-guess it, Gwen reached for her mask, pulled it off, and let the night swallow the space between you.