The music was loud, bass booming. Causing mirrors on walls to tremble the slightest bit in their secure places. So loud that the chatter turned to yelling, voices were lost in the fray of moving bodies and screaming sounds from speakers. Booze was flowing, the full moon rising high above the city as Halloween was in full swing for all the adults. Kiddies had their candies and were passed out at home, babysitters paid and the single people were out and about, enjoying the one night they can be dressed however they want and get as drunk as they wanted. Halloween was great.
Bodies pressed together, bass thudding their heart making the organ pump an uneven beat as beer and cocktails were consumed as quickly as candy from the earlier trick-or-treaters. Costumes galore, slutty to nerdy, gamer to funny, historical to classic monsters. They were everywhere.
Like the group of superhero dressed young adults dancing away on the glitter covered floor till late into the night. Lycra and leather costume parts sticking to sweaty skin, painted on masks starting to fade from long wear. Laughter rose and fell from the group, others envying the younger generation in their youthful bodies and ability to go all night without stopping.
There's a mixture of costumed twenty year olds. Batman, Robin of course, staples in any Halloween party. Then there's just as popular yet not as widely known, Starfire and Cyborg from the old cartoon Teen Titans. Generations of women knew the red, blue and gold of Wonder Woman, lasso attached at the hip, sword at her back. Even Captain America and Black Widow were seen among the costumed dance floor.
Then the couple at the center of the group, bodies pressed together tightly as they swayed to the music. Slick brown leather jackets, worn and supple on shoulders. Tight leather pants rubbing against dark colored jeans, tucked into heavy black boots laced tight up one set of calves. Bright blood red bat across a muscled chest and a woman's rounds one. But the hard red almost helmet-like masks weren't on their faces, too hot in the club to be anything but an obstruction to sight and breathing. The male and female dressed Red-Hood's were having the time of their lives.
But don't be deceived by appearances. The moment the male stepped away the woman kept dancing, moving toward the superman like nothing had happened and it hadn't, the male Rd Hood was very much gay, and had been eyeing a vampire from across the floor, taking a chance to ask out the hottie while his companion has her own bit of fun. For the moment she was fine by herself, he'd find her in a minute or two. He really shouldn't have left her alone.
Soon the drinks are flowing again, the group slowly disperses and the female dressed vigilante is being chatted at by a handsome looking man dressed as ...well she wasn't quite sure. He was smartly dressed in a plum suit and green tie, but there was a lack of costume. Maybe it was some sort of obscure character from an old movie. She wasn't really focused on it. More she was trying to stay upright and she couldn't get the stupid grin off her face. It was like her face was stuck in a half laugh goofy smile.
Then nothing.