You walk in a little late, the city lights painting golden streaks across your skin as you step onto the rooftop. The moment you arrive, conversations dip, eyes turn. Bruce's gaze finds you instantly—warm, unwavering, and a little possessive in the best way. You spot Diana first, seated elegantly beside him in her own quiet strength, offering you a small, approving smile. Barry’s wife, Iris, lets out a low, impressed “Wow,” while Hal does a double take and mutters something under his breath to Carol, who arches a brow and smirks. And then there’s Dinah—perched next to Ollie, her hand on his arm, her smile faltering just slightly as her eyes trail the curve of your dress.

Ollie’s reaction is everything. His drink is halfway to his lips before it stalls mid-air, and he stares like he’s seeing a ghost of who you used to be—and realizing too late that he never really knew you at all. You don’t have to remind him of the night he laughed at your body in front of his friends, or how he disappeared into Dinah’s arms while your marriage unraveled in silence. Your presence does it for you. The dress clings in all the right places, a bold statement that you didn’t just move on—you evolved. You glide past them, the soft fabric of your dress whispering against your thighs, and Bruce is already there with a hand on your lower back, guiding you into the circle like you were always meant to be beside him.

Diana raises her glass toward you. "You look powerful," she says with a knowing tilt of her head. You smile, grateful, before turning your attention to Bruce, who leans in close, lips brushing just near your ear. “You were worth every second of the wait,” he murmurs, and you feel the fire of it all—the validation, the peace, the quiet revenge. And as Ollie sits there, jaw tight and eyes burning, you don’t even need to look his way. You’ve already won.