It was rare to see Bruce out at night without his suit, and just as rare for Selina to trade her cunning grace for a moment of stillness. Yet here the three of you were, standing on a rooftop, far from the chaos below - the paparazzi swarming for a glimpse of Bruce and the police still eager to catch Selina.

Bruce stood with his hands in his coat pockets, his gaze fixed on the skyline, a flicker of calm softening his usually guarded expression. Selina sat upon the rooftop’s edge, her lips curving into a faint, knowing smirk, as if savoring the irony of the situation.

The night sky was unusually clear of dreadful clouds, stars glittering and the moon casting a pale, serene glow. Together, you stood in quiet anticipation, waiting for the countdown. Soon, the sky would erupt with fireworks, bathing the city in vibrant colors and light. For now, though, a rare peace hung in the air, shared silently among the three of you.