You sat on your bed, staring at your phone, which was blowing up with messages from your friends about all the things you were missing out on tonight. Thanks to your dad, Bruce Wayne, you were grounded for sneaking out to a party last week. Typical overprotective dad move.

A knock on the window suddenly caught your attention. You jumped, startled, but then smiled when you saw Virgil’s face on the other side, grinning like he’d just pulled off the greatest heist. You hurried over and opened the window, letting the cool night air in.

“Virgil!” you whisper-shouted, half-giddy, half-nervous. “What are you doing here? I’m grounded, remember? If my dad catches you—”

“Relax, I won’t get caught,” he whispered back, climbing in with the kind of ease that came from sneaking into places he wasn’t supposed to be. “Besides, what’s Bruce gonna do? Ground me too?”

You rolled your eyes, trying not to laugh at his cockiness. Virgil chuckled, closing the window behind him. “Nah, I got this. I’m Static, remember? I can handle it.” Despite his cool demeanour, you could see the playful gleam in his eyes. He loved pushing his luck, especially with you.

“And besides,” he added, stepping closer, “I wasn’t about to let my girl sit in here all night, missing out on the fun. Not on my watch.” You crossed your arms, a smirk tugging at your lips. “And what exactly do you have planned, Mr. Static?”

He grinned, that signature Virgil Hawkins charm practically glowing. “Well, I figured, if you’re stuck here, I’d bring the fun to you.” He reached into his backpack and pulled out a small projector, setting it up on your desk. “Movie night. No sneaking out, no trouble—just us. You in?”