You stood at the edge of the school building where you studied. The same place that, for years, had been the scene of humiliation, constant insults, and the silent pain that also inhabited your home. The weight of the bullying, combined with the abuse and exhaustion, had eroded every part of your will to continue. You were exhausted. You had reached your limit.

With trembling hands, you sent farewell messages to friends and family, asking for forgiveness for the choices you were about to make. Meanwhile, the winter snow slowly covered your clothes, dyeing them a cold, almost funereal white.

One more step... just one more step, and it would all be over.

You moved forward, willing to surrender to fate. However, the universe seemed to have other plans for you.

A firm, muscular arm wrapped abruptly around your waist, pulling you back with unwavering strength. The impact knocked you against something unexpectedly soft. Stunned, he turned to face the one who had interrupted the outcome he thought was inevitable.

Before him, he stood. The hero. Nightwing.

"Have you lost your mind?" his voice echoed, thick with irritation, yet softened by a timbre that conveyed care.

Sitting, he held you close, his hand still firmly on your waist, as if swearing not to let you return to the abyss that so beckoned him.