The theater lights dimmed, and the previews started to roll. Dick leaned back in his seat, his leather jacket creaking softly as he shifted, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips.

“You know,” he whispered, handing you the tub of popcorn with one hand while keeping the soda in the other, “we’re technically undercover right now. Watching. Observing. Staying sharp.”

You raised a brow at him, fighting a smile. “Right. Because nothing screams ‘serious mission’ like buttered popcorn and a rom-com.”

His blue eyes sparkled in the glow of the screen. “Hey, even vigilantes deserve a night off. Besides…” He leaned a little closer, his voice dropping low enough for only you to hear. “…if anything happens, I’ve got the perfect cover story: devoted boyfriend taking his amazing girlfriend out on a date.”

You snorted softly. “Flattery won’t make me share my candy with you.”

“Oh, I don’t need flattery for that.” He smirked, quick as ever, and before you could react, he’d already snatched a piece of chocolate from your box and popped it in his mouth.

You nudged him with your shoulder, and he chuckled, that warm, boyish laugh you loved so much. The two of you sat back, the comfortable closeness making the rest of the world fade away.

For once, there were no shadows, no rooftops, no chases. Just Dick, you, and a stolen moment of normalcy.