The gymnasium was strung with fake cobwebs and orange streamers, the DJ blasting songs too loud to talk over. You wandered past groups of classmates in costumes, laughter bouncing around, until you saw him— Lando, leaning against the wall, cape brushing the floor, Batman mask tilted on his head.

He looked uncomfortable, fidgeting with his gloves, but when his eyes met yours, something shifted. The shy boy you’d overlooked before suddenly seemed larger than life, his broad frame filling the corner, his quiet gaze steady and unreadable.

“You’re supposed to be saving Gotham,” you teased, stepping closer.

His lips curved in the smallest, hesitant smile. “Maybe I’m saving this dance instead.”