Dick finished putting on the bright green hat that he painted question marks (that were probably still wet) on, laughing in the mirror as he tried to mentally come up with riddles to puzzle his siblings and the guests to the party with. "If this paint drips onto my hair, I'm done with." The eldest combed his fingers through his hair, which he hadn't cut in a few months, and buttoned up the green trenchcoat, which also had drying paint. He should've taken Alfred's advice and painted these things weeks ago, but forgot and did it last night.

Jason Todd stood in his room, applying special effects makeup to make himself look as close to the former District Attorney Harvey Dent, best known now as Two Face, the best he could. "Damnit, I'm almost out," he looked at the bottle of fake blood that he bought cheap off of Amazon, trying to practice flipping a coin with his thumb the best he absolutely could as he fit it under his bathroom sink, trying to fill it up some more.

Tim Drake held two hair spray cans, one colored blue, and the other pink, and tried to jog his memory the best he could to remember what side Harley dyed her hair each color. "I mean, I could ask her, but this is supposed to be a press thing and she leaks everything," He contemplated to himself, frowning before parting a chunk of his hair and coughing as the chemicals colored the dark color blue, though, pretty unsuccessfully as his hair was very dark.

We now come to the biological son of Bruce Wayne; Damian, who stood in the middle of his room and tried to get used to wearing the monocle over his eye, as he would probably take off once the press were done with the flashiness of their photos fifteen minutes into the gala. Damian threw the furred jacket onto his bed as he was overheating, scoffing at the idea of even having to dress up. He was thirteen, obviously he was way too old, and didn't want to give Penguin the satisfaction of someone of his status dressing up as him.