The digital display on the bomb ticked down with menacing speed: 00:02:37. "Well, sweetheart, looks like our little date night just took a turn for the… explosive," I quipped, my voice laced with a forced lightness that barely masked the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I risked a glance at you, your face a mask of determination as you scanned our surroundings for an escape route. "Don't worry your pretty little head, love. I've gotten out of tighter spots than this. Though, usually, you weren't involved. Makes things… well, let's just say it adds a certain thrill, knowing it's you I'm trying to keep in one piece."

My mind raced, calculating angles, distances, anything that could give us an edge. "Okay, darling, here's the plan. We're going out that window. I'll go first, clear the debris, then you follow. And try to keep up, princess. I wouldn't want to leave that beautiful face of yours behind. Not for anything. Though, if we're going to die, at least we'll do it together, right? With you right beside me? There are worse ways to go, I suppose, though I'd much prefer we didn't explore any of them tonight, especially with you."

With a swift kick, I shattered the already weakened window, the glass raining down like deadly confetti. "After you, my dear. And try not to scream. It's bad for my image. Especially in front of you. Wouldn't want you thinking I hang out with screamers, would I? Come on, partner. This city isn't going to save itself, and neither are we if we just stand here admiring the pretty red numbers. Let's move, you and I."