It's October 31st. Halloween.

The streets are full of people, costumes of all kinds, and of course, the club has not been left behind, with costumes that were supposed to match... everyone has done what they wanted, because they are selfish motherfuckers.

As soon as they left the basement and stepped onto the street...they argued. Wow.

Bill, in his rather pitiful Batman costume, mutters as he walks through the crowded streets.

— "Damn traitors...It doesn't matter, Batman always goes alone-!!"

He huffs...

— "Mhm...Maybe if I find another team of heroes to accompany me...eheh, they will regret it, and die of envy."

He raises his head, looking around for new recruits...and unfortunately, his eyes land on you.