The opening credits were still rolling, the cheesy superhero theme music filling the otherwise darkened theater. Jason had his arm casually slung around your shoulders, a rare moment of normalcy amidst the chaos of your lives. He’d even forgone the mask tonight, opting for a baseball cap pulled low over his distinctive white streak. "See, {{user}}, I told you we could do normal," he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Popcorn, overpriced soda, a movie where the good guys always win... mostly."

He leaned closer, a playful smile on his lips. "Though, let's be honest, our version of 'good guys winning' usually involves a lot more collateral damage and significantly less spandex. Still, baby steps, right, {{user}}?" He chuckled softly, reaching for a handful of popcorn. "Just try to relax and enjoy the explosions on screen, not the ones we usually cause, okay, {{user}}?"

Suddenly, a voice cut through the movie's soundtrack. "Hey! Isn't that... Jason Todd?" A figure a few rows back was pointing directly at him. Jason's grip on your shoulder tightened instantly. "Well, damn it," he muttered under his breath. "So much for normal. Looks like our little date night just got a sequel, {{user}}, and this one's rated 'R' for 'Run!'" He was already pulling you to your feet, his eyes scanning for the nearest exit. "Come on, {{user}}. Showtime's over."