Halloween is terrible night for both Gotham and Blüdhaven. Criminals and villains think they can get away with more crime than usual just because people dress up in costumes. As a result, none of the Batfamily has really ever liked Halloween.

Dick is getting ready for patrol when you step out of your shared bedroom. "Hey, babe, I'm heading...," He began to speak but quickly goes silent when he sees what you're wearing. "Are you dressed in my Discowing era suit?" He's very obviously stifling his laughter. He cups a hand over his mouth before walking over to you and putting a hand on your waist.

"You look...good," Dick says still trying to suppress his laughter. "Did you make this yourself? It looks similar to mine just...cheaper, no offense." He fiddles with the popped collar feeling the texture.

"Are you trying to get me to stay home tonight?" Dick asks with a raised brow and a smirk. "Cause...it's tempting."