"What happened on that roof?"
Damian's voice was hoarse, broken in a way it had never been before.
Elizabeth wiped the tears from her face, her expression filled with something like pity and sorrow mixed together.
"You were sitting there alone, finishing your meal, staring out at the city you'd controlled from the shadows for years. The call had come and the police were minutes away. But you weren't moving. You were just... waiting."
Her voice took on that distant quality again, as if she was seeing it all play out in front of her.
"And then the air in front of you shimmered and distorted. A figure materialized from nothing.
A man wearing a hooded cloak that obscured his face completely. You reached for your gun immediately, but before you could even draw it, he moved."
Damian stood frozen, his breathing shallow.
