The entire ballroom held its breath. Cameras flashed, tears flowed, and the world seemed ready for the most perfect reunion in history.
Damian remained on one knee, his hands trembling slightly as he held the ring toward Selina.
Selina's lips parted—just as she was about to say the word the entire city waited five years to hear—
"Yes—"
BANG!
A single gunshot tore through the air, louder than the collective gasp that followed.
Selina froze, her heart stopping mid-beat.
Damian's eyes widened—his body moved before his mind could react.
He threw himself toward Selina, shielding her with his own body.
Chaos erupted.
Selina felt something warm and wet splatter across her cheek.
She looked down—and saw Damian collapsing into her arms, blood blooming across his crisp white shirt like a deadly, blooming rose.
"D-Damian!"
His lips curved into a faint, agonizing smile, his voice barely audible.
"I… found you… and that's enough…"
His eyes fluttered shut.
A dark figure stood at the edge of the ballroom, lowering the smoking gun… and pulling off their mask.
It wasn't Emily.It wasn't Linda.
It was… someone far closer. Someone Selina never suspected.
Her voice trembled in disbelief."You… Why…?"
Fade to black.