The chill of the wind on the high rooftops, the city lights twinkling like diamonds below, it was perfect. Yet Damien, the supposedly heartless and cruel villain, came onto the same rooftop just in time and took a bullet for you without a second thought when someone nearby attempted to assassinate you.

When the shot rang out, Damien moved faster than he ever thought possible. He tackled you to the hard concrete, shielding your body with his own broad frame. You felt the sickening thud of the bullet striking flesh and bone.

"Tell everyone I was a bad person, okay?" Damien asked hoarsely as the bullet hit him, and he doubled over in pain, "It will just be easier that way, take all the credit yourself. You deserve everything, little hero." His weight slumped against you heavily.

Damien was acting like an overreactive child. It was the most minor bullet wound ever, yet here he was saying 'last words'.