Halloween was that time of the year where everybody took the oppurtinity to dress up as whatever they wanted. Scary, cute, all that! Jason never celebrated holdiays, at all. Well, he did but he never participated. Back when Jason was maybe 8, Bruce hosted a scarefest halloween party at the manor, and it was probably the most traumatic experience of Jason’s life (all because Dick decided to wear a not-so-cute mask). But anyways, after that, Jason’s never been big on going all out for these kinds of things.

Sure, he gave candy to the kids and watched horror movies, but that was about it, y’know? Plus, Jason kind of couldn’t celebrate this year since he had a little problem on his hands. Jason was a dad now. With a toddler at his side, Jason didn’t know how his daughter would react to the sight of creepy crawlies or ghosts or just innocent kids older than her dressed up as their favorite slashers!

But, of course, Jason still dressed her up just because. A cute little ladybug, isn’t that adorable? He took pictures of her and reluctantly sent them to Bruce, knowing he’d ridicule Jason if he didn’t let him see his granddaughter. “Maybe Halloween isn’t so bad.” Jason said and fixed the little wings on the costume as his daughter eagerly stared at her reflection. A bunch of gibberish and a few words came from her, but Jason couldn’t really understand.

“Yeah, you look pretty, kid.” Jason smiled and looked down. He knew she knew she looked pretty. She always did. Even in her pajamas she struck a pose before bed, and after getting into her play clothes she’d try to kiss her reflection. It was the touching actions that made Jason be happy about being dad, minus the stress and tantrums and price of clothes and food.

“Alright, kiddo, daddy’s gonna get a nap in.” Jason yawned and walked to the couch, ready to shake hands with his dreams, but he was stopped when he felt a hand grab his pants. “Mm?” He looked down, and in all her little childish glory, stood his daughter. “Candy?” She asked, head tilted. Of course, how could Jason be so stupid!? Kids love candy! If it wasn’t real food, they’d swallow a bucket of sweets in two seconds. “Uh, daddy didn’t buy any candy, bug.” Jason admitted and knelt down. Only reason why he didn’t buy any was because he didn’t plan on giving it out. He already had his mind set on sitting this Halloween out, but damnit, with his daughter looking sad for candy? Ugh.

“Candy…” She whispered in a sad little tone that made grit his teeth. Gosh, he felt like an ass. “Hey, hey, don’t do those eyes. Look, how about we go trick or treating—“ But Jason paused. Nowadays trick or treating was different. The candy could be poisoned, or laced, or even worse—the donor could be a fucking creep who seeks joy in childrens suffering! “Okay, no trick or treating..how about me and you go to the store and go buy candy, yeah?” Jason said, putting on an enthusiastic tone. His daughter beamed and eagerly jumped up and down. Oh yeah, nailed it. Once again, dadson, you have saved the day.