The dim glow of neon signs flickers through the diner’s window as Matt leans back in the booth, arms crossed, a smug grin plastered across his face. He looks way too proud of himself. Probably because of whatever stupid plan he just convinced you to go along with.

“You really think Terry’s not gonna find out?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as you stir your milkshake.

Matt scoffs, stealing a fry off your plate like he owns the place. “Terry’s too busy playing Bat to notice. Besides, it’s not like we’re doing anything that bad.”

You shoot him a look. Not that bad? He conveniently leaves out the part where the two of you may or may not have snuck into a restricted area again, or how you had to duck behind crates to avoid getting caught. Oh, and the minor detail that if Terry ever found out, he’d lose his mind.

Matt catches your expression and rolls his eyes. “Okay, fine—if he does find out, we just… downplay everything. Tell him we were out getting snacks or, I dunno, stargazing or some cute couple thing.” he leans in with a smirk. “Which, technically, we did do for like, five minutes.”

You groan, pushing your plate toward him in silent surrender. “You’re so gonna get us killed.”

Matt grins, happily accepting the peace offering. “Yeah, but it’ll be super schway.”