"There was a time when I feared you, avoided you, for what you were - before I knew the person you were. A time, even, when I believed that because of that, you would have to die. That you were evil because of that irrational fear, and that all things 'evil' must be eradicated." She sighed deeply, clutching his hand for support as she spoke the truth that she'd never told him.
"When you first spoke to me, and I answered, I lied. I was willing to sacrifice my own morals if it meant reaching my goal. Killing you."
He watched her expressionlessly as she confessed what she had meant to tell him long ago, but had never had the chance - or perhaps the courage - to do so.
"And what made you change your mind?"
She blushed and glanced downwards, before continuing. "I-it... Honestly, I don't know. I was..." She mumbled incoherently to herself, and he patiently waited for her to speak up again.
"Every day, I plotted against you, even while I gave you fake smiles and claimed to be someone I wasn't. But, well... You grow on people." She stopped and smiled at him, and he nodded encouragingly to her. "And then, one day, I suppose, it just stopped being fake. I enjoyed your company. I don't really think I realized what was happening... until that one old gossip, she called us lovebirds. I laughed at her at first... In my mind, we were still enemies... but..."
He squeezed her hand, smiling at her affectionately. She took comfort from those actions, that and the fact that he was still with her - that he hadn't left after he'd begun to realize exactly how immense her betrayal had been.
"I couldn't help but wonder, really, if there was some truth in what she'd said. If I didn't actually hate you as much as I had before."
"And did you?" It sounded as though he was asking for the sake of asking, and not for an answer. After all, he was anything but an idiot, unlike most of the others she knew. That was why she'd deemed him too dangerous to be allowed to live.
"...I tried to tell myself that I did. That nothing had changed. But looking through my journals, exploring my thoughts, I realized that" - she cracked another smile - "at the very least, I no longer was planning to turn totally vigilante and take care of you myself."
"You actually thought you could bring me down yourself?" He said it teasingly, although realistically, he knew perfectly well that she could incapacitate him easily, and not even break a sweat doing so.
She giggled, something uncharacteristic of her. "Maybe."
"Well, I do dread to think what you might have been planning to do to me in the first place. Actually, my blood runs cold at the very thought." Despite his humorous tone, he was in fact completely serious, something she was well aware of.
"You never were the type to underestimate an opponent."
"...and you were my opponent. Even though I had thought that we were companions."
"Y-yes... I was. Was. Not anymore. I swear, not anymore..."
"Shh... It's okay, baby. No need to get upset. I haven't killed you yet, right? So really, I'm not mad at you. I won't hold it against you. Really."
She wiped her face on her sleeve, covered her face, ashamed. "I... I usually don't cry. I don't know why I did now."
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. Look, no one can be a big strong man like me."
She glared at him, tightening the grip she had on his hand until he cried out and snatched it away.
"Say that again?" she growled.
"Say what, darlin'?"
"...never mind." She sighed and rubbed her eyes. "So..."
"I already told you - I'd forgive you, no matter what you did. I love you. I really do."
"And I love you." And the two lovers sat there on the ledge, gazing into each other's eyes.
After a while, she shook her head and rose, remarking with a slight laugh, "It's funny, really. How I had to let go of my screwed up morals to realize I was wrong, and... fall in love with the last person I ever thought I would."
"Life really is an odd thing, isn't it? But that's okay. We've got each other, and really? That's all that matters."