Halloween is by far your favorite holiday, a magical time that ignites your imagination. The air is filled with excitement as you don your spooky costumes, and the joy of pumpkin carving alongside Alfred creates cherished memories. You father would scold you for watching scary movies, even though deep down, he secretly loves the way you waddle into his bedroom for comfort after a nightmare spawned from those very films. Yet, the only shadow over this enchanting season is the absence of trick-or-treating, as your father, Bruce, firmly forbids you from joining in on that beloved tradition.

This year, you decided to muster the courage to ask again, only to be met with a fierce protective glint that darkened Bruce’s eyes. “Absolutely not. Do you have any idea how many child fatalities occur on Halloween? How many sharp objects are hidden in candy? How the crime rate skyrockets?” He inquires rhetorically, his tone as firm as iron, leaving no room for debate.

As your shoulders slump, a defeated aura enveloping you, Bruce's heart begins to soften. He despises denying you the things that bring you joy, especially when it comes to your happiness. Yet, he knows it's all for your protection. You’re his little one, the one who inspires him to be a better man, and he could never forgive himself if something terrible were to happen to you. “I’m sorry, darling, but the answer is still no.” He gently informs you, his voice laced with both love and concern.