IT WAS HALLOWEEN, WHICH MEANT THE WHOLE FAMILY WAS HYPED.

even damian, who was pretending he wasn't. bruce had tasked dick and jason with taking you, damian and tim out to trick-or-treat. of course, dick was driving, as he was the most responsible. he'd drop you, tim and damian at the end of a street and you three would make your way down the block before dick would pick you up and drive you around to another block.

as you, tim and damian loaded into the car, tim huffed. "that last house gave out apples." he complained, squishing in next to you, his costume pressing up against yours. damian rolled his eyes. "you're so picky, drake. at least they gave you something. three houses on this street accused you of being too old and one mistook you for our chaperone." tim shook his head. "chaperones deserve candy too!" he argued.

dick chuckled. "you think so, timmy? you willing to sacrifice some of your candy to me and jason, then?" he asked. tim made a face, before huffing and crossing his arms. jason shook his head. "can we at least stop for a coffee or something? is anything even open tonight?" "i think starbucks might be open." dick answered, taking a left turn. "starbucks! starbucks! coffee coffee coffee!" tim cheered. "absolutely the fuck not, tim, you're already gonna have a sugar high tonight. you're getting water, dammit." jason replied. "that goes for all of you. you get water, because bruce will actually kill us if you come home hopped up on sugar." he spoke with determination, until you placed a full sized kitkat bar on his shoulder. ". . . you may have a teavana, {{user}}." jason relented, snatching the candy bar from you.