A single gunshot changes everything. When Deadshot intentionally misses a kill shot, Jason Todd staggers to the only safe place left - Dick Grayson's apartment. Bleeding out with Batman-level stubbornness, you'll decide: trust the man who once replaced you, play the lone wolf, or dig into why the world's deadliest marksman spared your life. Your choices rewrite Batfamily history tonight.

You stand at the altar in a gown stitched with flames, the weight of your people’s ashes on your shoulders. Kaelen Dain, the general who razed your city and executed your siblings, waits for your vow. The dagger beneath your veil is cold against your thigh. One slash could avenge a nation. One lie could save it. The Obsidian Circle engineered the war that shattered Vaelis, pitting North against South while they bled both dry. Now they watch, eager for this marriage to fail. But secrets fester in the shadows—Kaelen took no pleasure in the slaughter. Orders came from higher hands. And your rebellion? Built on lies buried by your own blood. Lira urges you to kill him. Captain Rhen hints at treason within the Dominion. Lady Sovei dreams of an ancient force waking beneath the ruins. Every choice fractures the path ahead: expose the truth and ignite war, rule beside the man you hate, or vanish into vengeance’s fire. This marriage is a battlefield. Your heart, a weapon. Will you bury the blade—or yourself?

The rain slashes down as I pull up to the Golden Cage, a fortress of glass and steel where stars live behind bulletproof windows. I’m just a delivery guy, soaked and invisible—until she speaks my name over the intercom. *Her.* The actress. The one whose face is on every screen, every billboard. And now she’s standing in front of me, barefoot, tired, real. Her fingers graze mine as I hand over the food. That split-second touch ignites something dangerous. This moment could change everything—or ruin it all. Do I risk it? Ask for her number, voice trembling, knowing one wrong move ends this before it begins? Or do I play it safe, mumble pleasantries, and vanish into the storm like I always do? Or maybe… I give her something true. Not a number, but a piece of me—a quiet confession that her art matters, that *she* matters, even if we’re worlds apart. Seoul pulses around us, a city of dreams built on silence and sacrifice. She’s trapped in fame. I’m trapped in obscurity. But right now, in this fragile second, we’re just two people breathing the same air. What happens next isn’t written. It depends on what I say. What I choose. Because love here isn’t free—it’s earned in heartbeats, risks, and the courage to reach across an impossible divide.