I know I'm late, but here's a Halloween one for you guys.

It was October 31st at Wayne Manors and everything was in an uproar. Dick had made Alfred go through all the hoops to make sure every inch was halloween-ified. Damian was generally confused about the whole thing, having never experienced it for himself. Tim and Bruce just watched on, amused by the whole ordeal. Jason was using this as an opportunity to prank and scare as much as possible. Everyone (excluding Bruce) had been jump scared by Jason at least once. The entire manor was decked out in orange in black, the yard covered in gravestones, skeletons, anything you could imagine. Tim and Jason were set on decorating duty, preparing the manor for Wayne Manor's huge halloween party.

"Hey Timmy Boy! Look what I just hung up." Jason called. Tim let out a heavy sigh and looked to the ceiling. There was an extremely realistic looking dummy hanging from the ceiling, a noose around its neck. The limbs were skewed at unnatural angles in grotesque positions. It was stabbed all over, with wide open wounds. Tim let out an unearthly shriek and toppled from the ladder he was perched on. "Oh my goodness...the look on your face.." Jason gasped has he laughed. Suddenly, the rope holding the dummy snapped and it came crashing down right next to Jason's face. Tim scream suddenly seemed pale in comparison to the one Jason let out. He scrambled back while whipping out a handgun. It was riddled full of bullet holes before Jason calmed down.

Now it was Tim's turn to laugh. "Karma's a jerk Jason, Karma's a jerk." he gasped out.

"Shut up." Jason muttered, bright red. They resumed decorating, this time with less grotesque decor.

Damian was on kitchen duty, helping Alfred crank out hundreds and hundreds of sandwiches, desserts and drinks. "hmph. This meaningless task is for you Pennyworth. You are the servant here, not me." Damian said haughtily while crossing his arms.

Alfred let out a sigh and continued to roll out the dough. "Master Damian, if you wish to eat anything tonight, you will have to help me. Otherwise we won't have enough food for everyone." Damian only harrumphed and turned his head. Suddenly there was a cascade of white flowing down his face. he sputtered and began to frantically brush at his head. Dick fell on the ground, laughing, holding the now empty flour bag. "

Grayson!' Damian growled.

"Boys!" Alfred said sharply, "We need those to make the food for Master Bruce's party!"

"Sorry." Dick muttered.

"Now you can help us finish making food Master Dick." Alfred said, resuming his cooking.

"Alright! Let's do this Dami!" He hooked his arm through Damian's and pulled him off into the pantry.

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Some time later, everything for the party was (finally) complete and now it only left the most important part. The costumes. According to Dick, "your costume has to be awesome and have a lot of effort put in. I don't want to be that one family who has lame costumes slapped together at the last moment." So each member made sure to work relatively hard on their costumes in fear of the wrath of dick.

Dick, of course, was the first one out in the designated meeting area, hyped and ready to go. He was wearing a deep grey sleeveless jacket with a hood, along with a cream old fashioned shirt underneath. The coat had a tail that extended to his knees, which matched the his slightly lighter grey pants. Finally, he had a Belt strapped at about his hips with a sword hanging down, along with some leather gauntlets and knee high boots. He had added some shadowy face makeup for effect as well. "Come on guys, hurry up!" He chirped loudly.

"Fine," came the huffed reply from a couple rooms over. Damian shuffled into the room, in Bruce's mark III suit. "Uh uh, nope, nopity nope." Duck said firmly, "you are not going as batman. Not original at all. Go change." He finished, pointing out the exited in huff.

Tim sheepishly emerged a few moments later. He was wearing a simple suit with a Guy Fawkes mask. "Great!" Dick said approvingly.

Jason came in later, dressed as the tenth doctor. He was wearing the suit and trench coat, and had dyed his hair brown.

Alfred came in next, wearing a the maroon and purple outfit of magneto, and clutching the Helmet underneath his arm.

"Alfred! That is amazing!" Dick exclaimed.

"Thank you, Master Dick." Alfred said while walking past him.

Finally, Bruce emerged in a terminator costume, complete with the sunglasses and vest. Dick nodded his approval as Bruce walked by.

"Damian? Are you coming?" Dick yelled into the hallway. Damian entered in a few moments later. There was dead silence in the room as everyone took in what Damian was. He was wearing a purple suit, white gloves, and green hair. There was blood spattered across his clothes and in his hand he clutched a bloody crowbar. The makeup on his face was scarily accurate. The tension in the room rose and rose until it finally snapped.

"Why you little…" Jason growled as he shot up from his seat . Tim grabbed his arm and gently tugged him back down to the couch.

"Umm...interesting choice Damian… How about we uh go and start the party?" Everyone quietly mumbles their consent and the cheerful banter started up again. Titus suddenly came running up, dressed in a costume as well. He was in ace's old bat dog costume. Dick stared at it longingly for a moment before taking a deep breath and patting titus on the head .

Finally it was time for the Wayne Halloween party to start. The doors opened with a grand flourish and people came in by the dozen.

"Bruce?" A familiar voice behind him made him turn around.

"Selina." He said flatly.

"Nice costume. Do you like mine?" She had on a black dress with a tail in the back, cat ears on her head and cat whiskers drawn on her face. "I'm a black cat in case you couldn't tell. Well I guess I'll see you around brucie," and just like that, she was gone. Bruce heard Jason's familiar snickers behind him and he quickly ran off to go greet another guest.

Jason was soon distracted by a girl and went off to go and flirt.

Dick was happily watching everyone be happy, which didn't happen very often. He glanced over and saw Tim cornered by a drunk girl. He obviously had no idea what to do. Dick laughed, tim was smart, he'd figure out what to do. Satisfied he snuck off, up the stairs and into the cool Gotham night. He perched on the roof, content with staring up at the stars. Suddenly, there was a presence next to him.

"I still do not quite understand the point of this celebration. But father seems to be happy about it." Damian said. They both stared up at the full moon feeling the cool breeze, "and I suppose that's all that really matters."

A cute dickdami brotherly moment for you there. Don't forget to comment! I'm also on tumblr under the same name. I would really love it if you would follow.

-A MARVELous DC Time Lord