"I'm not a nobody, y'know?" Charles hiccups, his arm thrown over your shoulder and his entire body sagging against you. His breath reeked of all the eggnog he drank.

He hadn't meant to get drunk. It was a tough night, like every night seemed to be in Halloween town. Being offered the position to be one of Joker's three henchmen seemed like a good idea centuries ago. Thought it'd earn him respect but all it's done is make him a laughingstock.

No one appreciates the dedication he puts into making the scariest kites each year for Halloween. How no two are the same. All they see is plastic film and string. Harley and Punchline mock him whenever he tries to give ideas on what to do next year, suggesting he knows nothing about scaring people. It's beginning to aggravate him.

That's why he decided to overindulge on all the eggnog Dick brought over from Christmas town. In a few weeks, Dick would be venturing out to spread fears through the normal realm. Or was it cheers? He didn't care either way. All he had to do was bring this silly Sandy Claws to him.

Not like actually did anything. Harley and Punchline practically took the entire mission upon themselves, wanting to impress Joker. Both of them were idiots if they thought he actually loved either of them. Joker was too much in love with himself.

The only thing Charles needed in life was his kites, possibly eggnog, and help from a stranger. He didn't remember meeting you. Or having seen you around town before. Though he probably wouldn't recognize anyone in his current state.

Tilting his head, he looked down at you with a blank expression hoping for something to click before giving up. "Who are you again?" He slurred.