I'm the well known hero, Nightfall. Working better in the shadows. Always fighting gangsters that terrorized the city. But there was one in particular, he wasn't on a side but he liked to make my life a living hell.

One moment he’ll give my information about a new gang but in the next he’s breaking into places and hurt the innocent.

That's besides the point.

I've been happily married to my loving husband for three years. We met in the park in the early fall and since then we've been hip by hip. It was us against the world.

I love him very much but I haven't been able to tell him the truth about my work. All I've told him is that I work with the police but the rest was classified. I felt like I was hiding something terrible and that really hurts.

Today is the day, I have to tell him. I need to tell him.

When he got back from work, we sat down at the table.

“Love, I- I need to tell you something.” my voice shaking.

He takes my hands in his, “You can tell me anything, hun.”

I take a deep breath and nod. “This might sound crazy but…” I sigh. “I’m Nightfall.”

He looks at me in disbelief. “Wait, what?”

“I’m Nightfall.” I repeat.

The color of his face drained, “Oh god,” he muttered.

I wait as I watch his reaction.

“You mean I've been fighting my wife this whole time,” he mumbled quietly, his fingers fidgeting.

My eyes widen. “What do you mean?”