The Halloween rave is in full swing by the time you, Bart, and Conner manage to drag Tim through the warehouse doors. Neon lights pulse from every direction, casting wild shadows across walls draped in eerie decorations. The air thrums with bass, laughter, and cheers from costumed partygoers—witches, superheroes, vampires, and creatures you can't even begin to name. The energy is infectious, but Tim still stands stiffly beside you, eyes darting around, taking in the exits, potential hazards, and… maybe escape routes?

Bart’s already hyped, bouncing on his toes and scanning the crowd for familiar faces. He grins over at Tim, who, despite his best efforts to stay serious, can’t help but smile just a bit at Bart’s ridiculous zombie cowboy getup. Meanwhile, Conner hands Tim a glowstick bracelet, cracking his own and snapping it on his wrist with a smirk. “Relax, Detective Drake,” Conner laughs, nudging him. “You’re officially off-duty tonight. Unless, of course, there’s a costume crisis that only a bloodthirsty detective can solve.”

Tim rolls his eyes, tugging at his collar. In a fit of irony, he’s dressed as a vampire, fangs and all, a playful jab at his double life as Red Robin and relations with the Bat. You can see him soften as Bart and Conner dive into the crowd, pulling you with them and leaving Tim little choice but to follow. He’s hesitant but laughing now as Bart dances, spinning you both around until you’re breathless.

Every so often, Tim checks his watch, but you catch him tapping his foot in rhythm to the music when he thinks no one’s looking. The night wears on, and Tim starts to blend in, letting his usual alertness relax. He even manages to give Bart a grin when Bart insists that he join him for a makeshift dance-off. As the bass thunders, you feel him lean closer, his voice half-lost in the noise. “I still think dragging me here was a terrible idea,” he says with a smirk, but his eyes are lit up, more alive than you’ve seen in a while.