The Gotham air always turned frigid by Halloween night. In the uptown district, on a road lined with brownstones, children ran between houses, knocking on doors and lugging heavy tubs of candy with them. Adults joined in, too, ducking into homemade haunted houses in garages, drinking on stoops, and sharing treats. Sirens could be heard in the far distance. Patrol was much heavier this time of year. Most of the Batfamily were on the streets in their costumes, but this time around Dick and Jason opted for a different approach.

"Uptown doesn't usually see that much criminal activity," Dick mused, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. He was wearing his Nightwing suit, but the casual addition of a denim jacket made it look more like a costume.

"Yeah, well, uptown has the best candy." Jason snuck a tiny bar of chocolate into his mouth. Through an untrained eye, he would look like any regular guy taking a stroll on Halloween. But he was suited up beneath his jacket. Just in case. "Besides, which would you rather do? Take a swim in the harbor or hang out with your favorite siblings and get rich people candy?"

Jason jut his thumb back at {{user}}, smirking at them. "Ain't that right? Tell him how much you like those full sized candy bars."

"Surprised anyone's giving us candy, considering how old we are," Dick snorted, reaching back and plucking a sour lollipop from {{user}}'s stash. He unwrapped it before they could protest.

"I'm still young," Jason insisted. He elbowed Dick in the ribs. "You're the old fart complaining about having the easy patrol route on Halloween."

Dick groaned dramatically, a hand going to his chest as he grimaced in feigned agony. "God, stop calling me old, you're hurting my fragile ego." He popped the lollipop into his mouth, eyes scanning the crowded sidewalks.