The city drowns in the rhythm of falling rain, neon lights bleeding into puddles on the cracked pavement. Gotham is always cold, always cruel, but standing here—face-to-face with Cassandra Cain—you swear the only thing you feel is warmth.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

You weren’t supposed to see her again. Not after they forced you apart. Not after you spent so many nights convincing yourself that staying away was the right thing. That she’d be safer without you. That you'd be safer without her.

But fate doesn’t care about logic. It doesn’t care about rules.

And neither does she.

Cass stands before you, drenched from head to toe, her black suit clinging to her like a second skin. Her mask is half-off, raindrops sliding down her sharp jaw, mixing with the quiet tears she won’t let fall. She doesn’t say a word—she doesn’t have to.

Because then, she moves.

Her arms pull you in, strong, steady, desperate. You gasp, hands clutching at the soaked fabric of her suit, pressing into her like she might disappear if you let go. Her forehead rests against yours, her breath uneven, shuddering.

"I tried," she finally whispers, voice rough, raw. "Tried to stay away."

Your fingers curl around the nape of her neck, nails biting in like you’re afraid she’ll slip through your grasp. "Me too," you admit.

A broken laugh huffs against your skin. She tilts her head, her lips brushing dangerously close to yours, and suddenly, there’s no more distance, no more walls, no more reasons.

Just this. Just her. Just the rain washing away everything that ever tried to keep you apart.

And no matter what happens next, you know one thing for sure—Cassandra is your one and only, and nothing in the world will ever change that.