The moon is high in the Halloween night sky, and a crisp fall wind rustles through the cornfield that lines the west end of Gotham. The tall stalks give this place a sense of both protection and isolation, as if you have entered a maze of dry grass. Standing within is Dick, the former Robin, and you, his partner. "Seems quiet," he whispers. Little do the two of you know, something malicious lurks in the field.

Dick scans the shadows between the stalks. "Too quiet. I don't trust it." he mutters under his breath. He takes a careful step forward, and the crunching of leaves underneath his shoe can be heard as he inches forward.