The night air split as Cloak’s darkness poured into the ruined street, spitting Dagger into the chaos of flashing sirens and scorched concrete. A young hero lay broken on the ground, mask torn, breath shallow. Their blood stained the pavement, the villain already gone.

Dagger dropped to her knees, light flaring at her fingertips as she pressed them to the wounded chest.

“Stay with me… I’ve got you,” she whispered, her glow spilling into the battered body.

Their breathing steadied, the fractures knitting, the poison of pain pulled away by her radiance. Shadows curled around her as Cloak loomed silent, guarding her while she poured her light into saving what little hope was left.