So, I wrote this months ago, and forgot about it so yeah

Disclaimer: I don't own DC Comics, and if I did- THE REBOOT WOULD NEVER HAVE HAPPENED.
Note: I'm writing this for fun, so no flames and no harping on my grammar

Will also include Tim/Kon in later chapters

So. Enjoy.

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Outside the smoggy October Gotham air became festive with twinkling Halloween decorations and inside a tall expensive building, a young man struck up a conversation with a ten-year-old boy.

"So, what are your plans for Halloween?" Dick asked smiling, as he leaned over the side of the couch Damian was currently sitting in. Damian looked up, expressionless.

"It's a stupid holiday with no real purpose. I'm not doing anything." He turned back to his book, some sort of investment guide Dick failed to understand.

"Oh come on, you aren't doing anything with Colin?" Dick asked pointedly, smirking. Damian blushed and glared at Dick.

"Don't you dare mention him Grayson." He warned, while he moved further away from Dick to a nearby chair.
"Well, I declare we're going to do something fun this year!" Dick somersaulted over the couch and landed in front of Damian.
The ten-year-old know-it-all didn't bother looking up. "You're busy, remember? Some social party for the company."
"I'll skip. Make some excuse not to go, say I'm sick or something. I'm tired of those social parties, I'd rather spend time with you Dami."
"-tt- father would have gone."
"Yeah well, 'father' is away in Australia with Tim. Besides, I'm not Bruce." Dick got down on his knees and looked up at Damian, pouting his lips. "Please?"
Damian moved back as far as the couch allowed, an angry scowl on his face. After a few seconds of Dick's pouting he finally gave in.
"Fine, Grayson." He mumbled and turned his face away, unable to look at Dick's shiny blue eyes. The second Batman cheered and reached out for a hug, a hug that the current Robin leaped backwards and over his chair to avoid. "No hugging. Remember, I've still got my knives with me." Dick was unfazed by Damian's warning. He was already excitedly planning the activities for the thirty-first in his head.
"Now what should our costumes be … I say we wear matching costumes…"

"NO." Damian interrupted, slapping his hand against the chair.
"No matching costumes?"

Damian shook his head firmly. "I'm not wearing a costume."
"Yes you are. That's part of Halloween." A pout.
"tt." Damn Grayson and his pouts. Damian thought angrily.
"I say tomorrow we can go costume shopping."
"Can't you have Alfred make these ridiculous costumes?"
"Nope. I mean, I could, but shopping's part of the fun." Dick reached over and ruffled Damian's hair, before the boy could move away. With a glare, Damian grabbed his book and walked towards the kitchen.
"Come on Dami, let's go patrolling earlier than usual. I'm so excited for tomorrow I need to burn this extra energy." Dick left to change, humming.
Damian resisted the urge to chuck his book at Dick, knowing with his training he'd surly knock him out. He knew though, that knocking his older brother unconscious wouldn't really solve his problems.

The night was an uneventful one. Five robberies, one kidnapping, and two gang wars were all Dick and Damian had to deal with. Stephanie was out spying on Penguin, and most of the crazy psycho killers seemed to be taking a break. It was weird not to see so many villains in October, the month were people like the Joker and Scarecrow went wild.

"Maybe this year they decided to enjoy the Holiday differently." Dick mused, as he and Damian flew back home in their car.

"That's idiotic."

"I know, I'm just joking."

"Well don't."
Dick turned to Damian and flashed him one of those irritatingly bright smiles. "So, excited for tomorrow?"

Damian inwardly shuttered and looked away, he still dreaded the upcoming holiday. Something told him he wouldn't like what was about to happen.

Shopping with Dick.

That can't be good.

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SORRY FOR THE SHORTNESS ~forever sobbing~

I can't write long chapters

So make due with this

But I'll update quickly

So the next chapter will be here soon

Preview: "I-um." For one of the few times in his life, Damian was at a loss for words while talking to Drake.

Note: so I actually wrote more for this chapter, so it was longer, but I lost it. Forever sobbing at that, but oh well.

What's done is done.