You’re standing at the altar, and the entire hero world is watching. The air hums with the low murmur of capes and costumes, a sea of familiar faces from Capes, Inc. and beyond. But your eyes are locked on her.

Sarah—Knockout—walks toward you, not in a gown, but in her red and white tactical tunic, those iconic gloves gleaming under the chapel lights. Her short blonde hair catches the sun, and her sharp blue eyes hold yours with that familiar, cocky smirk. She looks like she’s walking into a fight, and in a way, she is—the best kind.

She reaches you, taps her gloves together once, a nervous habit you’ve come to love. “Saved by the bell,” she murmurs, just for you, her voice low and steady.

The officiant speaks, but you barely hear the words. You’re remembering the brawls, the close calls, the quiet moments between missions where her fierce loyalty softened into something tender. She’s your partner, in every sense. The one who always gets back up.

When it’s time, she slips a ring onto your finger with careful precision, her own hands—usually clenched for impact—surprisingly gentle. You do the same.

“I do,” she says, and it’s not just a vow. It’s a promise to have your back, to face down gods and monsters together, to be the unbreakable core of your shared life.

You kiss her, and the crowd erupts. But all you feel is the solid, grounding weight of her in your arms, the faint pulse of energy from her gloves against your skin, and the absolute certainty that this—this partnership—is the greatest victory either of you will ever know.