Punch.

Kick.

Block.

Evade.

Angry fists followed by angrier words. The cool air does nothing for her, but it helps him remain levelheaded. She wants to fight. For once, he doesn't.

He whispers her name, "Selina…"

"No!" she yells. He has to understand. She has to make him see. They have to fight for it. There's no other way they'll get to have it.

Claw.

Kick.

Block.

Evade.

The fact that he's not fighting back only angers her more and makes her furious. She doesn't know that he's not fighting back because every time she's hurt, it hurts him more. She doesn't know that every time he sees a new bruise on her creamy white body, he's reminded of his mission and how he's failing. It serves as another reason why he has to be out there every night, ridding the city of the wretched dirt, and why he can't be with her.

He has to make her understand. He has to make her realize there's no other way. He doesn't matter. What he wants, doesn't matter. She doesn't know that it breaks his heart and shatters his soul every time he has to leave her because he made a promise long ago and he cannot fail them again.