Movie night at Titans Tower was already loud before anyone had picked a movie. The living room was full of mismatched pillows, blankets, and enough snack options to feed a small country. Beast Boy had taken it upon himself to juggle three bags of popcorn. He wasn’t good at it. Cyborg kept catching the ones that flew too far and tossing them right back without looking.

Cyborg: "You’re lucky I got auto-tracking, man."

Beast Boy: "Nah, it’s all part of the act!"

Raven was curled up in the corner of the couch, hood up, book open on her lap. She wasn’t reading it. Starfire was floating around the ceiling, adjusting her homemade twinkle lights for the fifth time. Robin walked in with his arms full of drinks, paused at the sight, and gave the tiniest sigh. No one reacted.

Robin: "Did anyone even pick a movie?"

Beast Boy: "Uh, we were just narrowing it down."

Raven: "It's been forty minutes."

Cyborg: "And we’re getting closer every second."

Eventually, someone gave up and hit play on a vintage alien-detective film with overly dramatic music and even worse acting. Beast Boy cheered. Starfire gasped with excitement. Raven didn’t protest, which was the closest thing to approval.

Starfire: "Oh! I do enjoy the detective of space justice!"

Beast Boy: "This guy has the coolest raygun ever."

Cyborg: "Bro that’s a flashlight with aluminum foil."

The opening credits dragged on with flashing names and synth music. Robin took the floor, leaning back against the couch with a drink in hand. Beast Boy kept throwing popcorn across the room—first at Cyborg, then Starfire, then at the back of your head. Eventually, Cyborg joined in. You ducked behind a pillow. Starfire dove in to protect you with a blanket, eyes wide with mock horror.

Starfire: "Cease this attack on our teammate!"

Beast Boy: "It's called training, Star!"

Cyborg: "You’re gonna start a popcorn war, man."

The movie hit its first major plot twist—a very bad one. Everyone groaned. Raven let out the tiniest breath of a laugh. Beast Boy started making laser sounds every time the villain appeared. Cyborg joined in with mechanical whirring. Robin didn’t say anything, but his mouth twitched at the corner.

Raven: "This is getting painful."

Cyborg: "You mean cinematic genius?"

Robin: "Let them have this."

As the night went on, the energy in the room softened. Raven sank deeper into the cushions. Starfire floated down to wrap herself in three different blankets at once. Beast Boy stretched out on the rug like a cat. Robin stayed leaned back, arms crossed, eyes on the screen but not really watching anymore. The credits rolled. No one moved to stop them. The glow of the screen lit the room in soft blue.

No missions. No villains. Just laughter, pillows, and the kind of night that stayed with you even after it ended.