A/N: Hello all! So, this chapter breaks away from the 'Duet' storyline we've been adventuring through and gives us a glimpse into the future! The idea for this chapter was spawned from the conversation the group had back in Chapter 6 -Just Visiting, in which costumes are teased and fun is poked at several members of Team Arrow. Fear not, we will get back to 'Duet' next chapter, I was just really in the mood to give you all some fun in honor of Halloween tomorrow!

Shout outs to those of you who reviewed/followed/favorited last chapter! Your feedback means the world to me. Special thanks to RedArcherx for beta-reading and keeping me honest.

Disclaimer: I do not own any recognizable characters, locations, references, or outright quotes that may appear in this chapter.

With that out of the way it is time for something completely different!

Chapter 14 – Halloween Shenanigans

"I cannot believe this is happening," Dig growled as he stood outside the Queen Consolidated building, his wife doing a horrible job at hiding her amusement. "This was a hypothetical conversation we had one time and nothing was ever supposed to come from it, Lyla! How did it come to this?! How is it that I am standing outside my friend's company, on Halloween night, waiting for his lazy ass to come down from his ivory tower, dressed up as a chocolate fucking shake?!"

"Language, Johnny!" Lyla chastised while covering their daughter's ears. She shot a scowl his way before cooing down at baby Sara, who was dressed up as Supergirl. "Daddy knows better than to use those words around you, baby girl. If he uses them again he'll be sleeping in Argus lockup instead of the bed tonight!"

There was a snort from behind the small family, and upon turning around, they saw Barry and Kara – the former dressed in a dark yellow leather 'Arrow' outfit, complete with bow and arrows, while the latter was decked out in an incredibly accurate White Canary costume, bo staff in hand – looking at them with twinkling eyes.

"In the doghouse already, Dig?" Barry teased. "Even I have a hard time getting in trouble that fast."

Kara giggled. "You've come pretty close a few times, babe, so don't act all high and mighty. Now where is –" she gasped as she finally took in baby Sara's outfit. "Oh. My. RAO!" In a blur of motion that had Barry staggering back and Dig frantically checking to make sure no random passersby had seen anything, Kara covered the distance between the couples and had the smallest Diggle in her arms. "Look at you, Sara! Oh Rao, she's the cutest thing that I have ever seen in my entire life! And that includes Kal-El!"

She whispered the last bit as an aside to the almost two-year-old who squealed in delight. "Auntie Kara!"

"Hey there, little one! I love your costume! You look absolutely adorable! Who are you dressed up as?" Kara gave Barry a very smug look as she asked the question, which prompted an eye roll from the speedster.

Sara giggled. "I you, Auntie Kara!"

Kara's expression went from ecstatic to gob smacked in less than a second, her mouth hanging open as she stared at the happily smiling girl in front of her. "I…what the what?! How does this keep happening to me?!"

Barry and Dig lost it, guffawing loudly – which did draw attention to the group – while Lyla only smiled apologetically at the blonde.

"I came home a couple of days ago and Johnny was passed out on the couch with the news on and Sara transfixed by the TV. They were showing footage of you saving that bus full of students and helping them all get home afterward. When I picked her up and turned off the TV she told me to 'Put Auntie Kawa back on!' As you can see, we had to scrap the Princess Elsa costume that Johnny fought for tooth and nail."

Dig grunted and attempted to cross his arms, failed thanks to his added circumference, scowled at said failure, and dropped his arms to his sides again with all the petulance of an overgrown child. "Stupid costume…"

"Where did you manage to scrape up a Supergirl costume on such short notice?" Barry asked while smirking at Dig's predicament. "Last I heard they were sold out everywhere – even the Dark Web! Plus, this one looks really detailed, too!"

Lyla raised an eyebrow. "Ignoring the fact that you mentioned the Dark Web so casually," the costumed Speedster grimaced at his faux pas. "I went straight to the source. I pulled a favor with Caitlin and had her coerce Winn into making one. When he brought it over it was hard to tell who was more excited: him or Sara."

Kara grinned widely at the story. "Yeah, I remember when we were putting mine together. It actually got to the point where I thought he had tricked me into filming an audition tape for What Not to Wear – some of the outfits were that ridiculous! But the man knows how to put together a costume."

"Where's baby SuperFlash?" Dig asked curiously. "You haven't wanted to let go of her since she was born."

"Grandpa Joe and Grandma Cecile offered to baby watch for tonight. Something about not giving them enough time with their grandbaby. I wanted to say no, but Barry convinced me we both deserved a night off. Even if it was just to dress up and go trick-or-treating with little Sara and the gang!"

Shaking his head Barry glanced at his watch and whistled. "Wow, I thought I was supposed to be the perpetually tardy one! Where is Oliver anyway?"

"You used to be, Barry, until you started dating Kara and she sorted that out!" Lyla laughed with a fond glance at the Kryptonian who was now 'flying' Sara around in her hands eliciting more giggles from the baby. "We think we know why Oliver is running so late, though."

"Oh? Do tell." Barry said with a curious look on his face.

Dig answered from behind his phone as he attempted to get a picture of the moment between Kara and his daughter. "Think about it, man; he's literally going to walk out in public in his actual costume for the sake of an inside joke that was made once! I actually still can't believe that I'm following through with this." The sound of camera shutters from the phone signaled he had finally gotten a photo but as soon as he saw it, Dig huffed. "Kara can you please not spin my daughter so fast that you blur on camera!"

"Sorry, John!"

Barry smiled fondly at his fiancée for a moment before Dig's statement clicked. "Isn't Roy supposed to be in on it too? So, it's not like Ollie will be alone in this whole thing. Besides, Green Arrow costumes are popular among eight to sixteen-year olds. I was pretty sure I heard Samantha talking about getting William his own GA getup."

"Still jealous about that one, Barry?" Kara teased with a smirk. "One of Central City's faithful ditching the skintight red leather and cowl for green leather and hood?" She squeaked in surprise when baby Sara landed a slobbery kiss on her cheek.

"I am not jealous. He's the man's son! Of course, that doesn't excuse him from jumping on the Green Arrow bandwagon but…I guess I'll still save the kid if he's ever in danger."

"Yeah, you'd better, Allen, or I might have to get serious in our training sessions," came Oliver's voice from behind the speedster as the archer reluctantly stepped out of Queen Consolidated, his son only a few steps behind him and both decked out in full Green Arrow regalia. "I like the look, Dig. It really showcases your character."

Dig's glower made it plain that he would have a few choice words for Oliver once the kids were asleep.

Just as she had for baby Sara's costume, upon seeing William's outfit, Kara gushed and ran over to him, albeit without breaking into superspeed. "Wow, William, you look just like your dad! That is one of the coolest costumes I've seen all night!"

Blushing under her praise William managed a half smirk in response, looking dangerously like Oliver when the man got his scheming face on. "Thanks, Kara. Dad asked Cisco to make it for me."

"Well asked is such an…understatement, Will," Barry said shooting a glance at Oliver. "I also don't think asking is in your father's library of 'common things humans do.' He…persuaded our dear Vibe that it would be in his best interest to put together your costume."

Oliver gave a relieved sigh upon seeing the inference was lost on his son, who kept smiling under Kara's onslaught of admiration and the youngest Diggle's happy chants of "Willy! Willy! Willy!"

"I would appreciate it if you didn't try to demonize me in front of my own son, Barry," Oliver deadpanned, though the look in his eye promised so much pain in his friend's future. "Because I have a long memory and I am just waiting for the day yours is capable of comprehending words so I can tell them your most embarrassing stories."

"Easy, Beloved," Nyssa's calm voice floated over the gathered group. Unlike her husband and his son, Nyssa al Ghul did not simply step out of QC.

She emerged.

Confident and strong as she was in every aspect of her life, the daughter of the Demon brought the gathered group of super friends to a halt. Now, it wasn't strange for the ex-assassin to command the attention of an entire room and hold it. However, it was a rare thing indeed for their normally outspoken and uncensored group to be rendered speechless.

Her raven locks were dyed a stark blonde, dirtied to utter perfection, and she wore a white button-up shirt with a skinny red tie. A black belt buckle held up black slacks which fell over shiny black dress shoes. Falling to just past mid-thigh, the tan trench coat she wore over it all pulled together the entire ensemble easily.

Though they all knew that Constantine's outfit was designed to be practical and aid in keeping the weather of London at bay, Nyssa somehow managed to make the getup…hot.

And it was freaking all of them out.

"With a blush like that, I think Barry is likely to be outed as the Flash before the night is over," she finished, shooting her husband a smirk and reaching into one of the pockets in her coat to pull out a pack of cigarettes. She knocked it against her hands a couple of times in order to loosen one of the cancer sticks then brought it to her lips. Nabbing the free cig, Nyssa brought it to her lips and then produced a lighter and, covering the cigarette to protect the flame from the slight wind, she flicked it on.

"Nyssa, no!" Kara cried, gently depositing baby Sara into her mother's arms and then darting in front of her best friend, hands on her shoulders and shaking the woman. "Smoking is a horrible and addictive habit that does so much more than give you lung cancer! Your teeth will start to yellow and potentially fall out – your beautiful teeth! Your fingers and fingernails might start to turn yellow, too and your skin is just too amazing to lose! And, worst of all, you'll end up entering menopause earlier than nonsmokers!" She grabbed the cigarette from Nyssa's hands and gave her weaponized kicked puppy look. "Please don't do this! I—"

Pausing in her vocal diatribe, the Girl of Steel blinked and looked at the offending item in her hand for a moment, head cocked to the side. Bringing it to her nose, she sniffed the item, recoiled, looked at Nyssa – who stared passively back at her – and then brought her attention back to the cigarette.

And then she ate it.

"AH! Kara what are you doing?!" Barry screeched, running to his girlfriend's side and trying in vain to force her mouth open. "Why are you eating that?!"

The sound of John barely managing to hold down whatever it was he'd eaten for dinner was lost amidst the chaos. So were his dry heaves.

Kara swallowed and gave her beau a huge grin. "That was good."

Barry looked scandalized.

"Oh, relax, worry wart," his Kryptonian said with a laugh. "They're made of chocolate. Good chocolate. When I grabbed it, the smell hit me, and I couldn't resist the temptation! You should have seen the look on your face, babe. Also, I think John is gonna hurl."

Said vigilante-disguised-as-a-shake gave a few more shuddering breaths to steady himself before giving her the stink eye. "I have done nothing to you, Danvers! Nothing!"

Cheeky grin still in place, Kara pecked Barry's lips and grabbed his hand, turning to Nyssa and Oliver, both of whom were doing their best to smother laughter. "I'm loving the costume, Nyssa. Too bad Johnny Boy's not here to see it."

Oliver glanced at his girlfriend. "Do you want to tell her? Or should I?"

Before she could respond, William spoke up. "Uh, Kara? I was there when Dad bought those for Nyssa and um…you just ate paper."

"HA!" Dig burst out, startling his daughter and wife, the latter of whom slapped his arm. "Serves you right, Danvers!"

Smirk lighting his face, Barry raised an eyebrow at his fiancée. "Trying to add some more fiber to your diet, Kara? You know they make pills for that."

Even with that revelation, the blonde Kryptonian never broke face. She swirled her tongue around her mouth, pretending to search for any lingering aftertaste. "Hmm…I can't complain. That was some pretty good chocolate. If you gave me another one right now, I'd eat it whole anyway. Because that's just how awesome I am!"

"Okay, Ms. Awesome Opossum, cool your jets," Oliver teased, grinning at the souring expression on her face at the mention of probably the one animal on Earth Kara could not stand. There had been an incident involving the creature, a car and her driver's license exam that seemed to have permanently scarred the woman, as she twitched every time someone mentioned the animal. "If you're getting this worked up with one piece of candy we might have to leave you here. I can only handle so many screaming children hyped up on sugar a year."

"Watch it, Captain Condiment." It was Kara smirking now as Oliver's face took a turn for the unpleasant. "That's right, I know the whole story. My Honey Dijon knows better than to keep secrets from me and I relish the idea of accidentally letting slip to the public that you are a closet racist with what you made John dress up as!"

"Kara, I would hug you right now if this costume allowed me to move my arms more than three inches in any given direction," Dig laughed, his eyes bright with mirth. He flicked his eyes to a scowling Oliver. "Racist mayor!"

A gasp from behind drew the group's attention.

"Oh my God! Is that baby Sara dressed up as Supergirl?! I've finally found what was missing in my life!" Thea squealed as she and Roy arrived with both babies in tow. "Kind of makes me wish we'd splurged a little more on the twins' outfits. Although, we got a lot of good responses when we sent pictures to the Legends." She and Roy held both babies aloft and the reactions were instant.

This time both Kara and Barry squealed, John and Lyla 'awed' in unison and – though neither would ever admit it – Oliver and Nyssa cooed quietly, William smirking at both of them in amusement.

"Where, in all the multiverse, did you get a baby-sized Captain Cold outfit?!" Barry laughed as he moved closer to the baby in Roy's arms. "And is that..? Is that a mini-Cold Gun?!"

"How did you even figure out a Golden Glider getup?" Lyla asked with a wide smile, examining the ridiculously detailed accuracy of the baby in Thea's arms. "I thought Lisa was out of the game now that her brother is running with our time traveling allies."

"She is," Roy smirked at the enamored look on the speedster's face as he tickled his son's belly, a delighted shriek coming from the youngest Harper (a point of contention that would come up constantly in the future). "But she was more than happy to consult on the outfit after we got Cisco involved. Apparently, the two of them are still on good terms. And yes, Barry, that is a mini-Cold Gun."

Oliver chuckled. "I swear between Cisco and Winn they should just open a clothing business. Maybe specialize in faux-hero costumes – they would make a killing. Thea, I think your costume is pretty amazing, too, though I have to ask if you intentionally dressed yourself and your daughter up as Cisco's exes."

"Hey, I liked Kendra the moment I met her and her outfit is totally awesome. But, yes, the thought did cross my mind."

Rapid footfalls caught the group's attention heralding the arrival of one Felicity Smoak.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to be so late! I just got caught up in work and then I had to remember what I did with my costume and then I had to put on my costume which, once in came into close proximity with my nose, made me realize that I needed to wash it or else people were going to be giving me a wide berth the entire night so then I had to wait for the wash to finish and then I had to speed dry it which almost set the thing on fire so now I'm standing here in a partially dry but still uncomfortable wet t-shirt with a picture of a carton of French fries on it!"

As soon as Felicity finished spitting out her explanation, she drew in great heaving gasps of air to keep herself from passing out.

Everyone else just stared.

"Okay, I'm just gonna say it," Barry spoke up, shaking his head in awe. "I'm the fastest man alive—"

"Debatable."

"Been disproved multiple times."

"You always say that, and then it's not true."

"I can't believe you anymore, man."

"Is that your 'You have failed this city'?"

"Well the jury's still out on that – you haven't raced Kal yet."

"Uncle Barry you're so silly!"

"How many evil speedsters have handed you your butt in the last few years?"

"Calling BS on this one, dude."

"Dad says your mouth writes checks that your ass can't cash."

Silence.

And then…

SLAP!

"Ow! Nyssa! Why?!"

"I have told you on countless occasions not to swear in front of William, Oliver. Countless!"

Barry pursed his lips and huffed. "I was going to say that even I could barely keep up with that. Wow, my friends abandon me faster than a candy induced sugar rush." He pouted a moment longer before spotting baby Sara's trembling lip at his mood and instantly giving the toddler a megawatt smile. "I guess that means I'll have to get some more candy so I can get it back, right Sara?"

"Yeah! More candy, Uncle Barry!" She giggled happily, a smile of her own lighting her face, and practically threw herself into the CSI's arms where he caught her easily. "Let's go fast, Uncle Barry! Fast, fast, fast, fast!"

Looking over at John and Lyla for approval, Barry saw the soft smile on the latter's face and an eye roll from the former and knew he was in the clear. "You got it, little one! Ready?"

"Yes! Go, go, go!"

"Barry, my daughter better not be on fire again when you get back, you hear me?" John growled right before the speedster and his charge vanished in a brilliant display of lightning. "I hate when he does that."

Lyla, however, gave him a pointed look. "What do you mean on fire again?"

Thea and Roy snickered.

"Good luck with that one, Dig," Oliver said with a laugh.

"Oh, it's not that bad, Lyla," Felicity assured the Argus Director with a smile as she constantly adjusted her t-shirt, the fries that should have looked crisp and appetizing seeming to wilt underneath the weight of the unfinished drying process. "Last time that happened I didn't even know I was on fire until Barry pointed it out!"

Before Lyla could reply – judging by the look on her face it was going to be one hell of a reply – Barry reappeared with Sara in his arms, giggling like mad and clapping enthusiastically, visibly no worse for the wear.

"Again, Uncle Barry! Again! Faster!"

After double-checking to make sure her child wasn't smoking, Lyla swiftly scooped Sara out of Barry's grasp and into her chest, running her fingers through her daughter's hair to soothe her own nerves.

"Barry?"

"Uh…yes, Lyla?"

"Was my child in any danger of being set on fire while running with you?"

"Uh, n-no, ma'am! I figured out a way around that a while ago."

"Good. Barry?"

"Ma'am?"

"…you're a good kid."

"T-thank you."

That potential disaster averted, Barry slowly backed away toward Kara, taking shelter behind his invulnerable Kryptonian fiancée.

Just in case.

"Okay, that's almost everyone here except for Sara, Ava, Rip and Laurel, although Rip is nearly always a longshot, so I think we can count him out." Oliver looked at his watch and then at his son, who moved from one foot to the other anxiously. "Just a bit longer, bud. Then we'll get you all the candy you could possibly want."

Nyssa cleared her throat. "Of which you will only be eating a few pieces, William. You can leave the rest with me and I will keep it safe from your father while you are not with us, agreed?"

William looked like he wanted to protest for a moment before nodded and smiled at his step-mother. "Cool. That way I won't have to worry about mom taking it or not having any when I come back because dad couldn't satisfy his sweet tooth!" He shared a conspiring grin with the ex-assassin. "I wouldn't want him getting a paunch on you, Nyssa. You're always talking about how unhealthy his sugar consumption is and, honestly, I don't think Star City could handle the shape of the Green Arrow after a sugar-binge."

That set everyone off, including a reluctant Oliver who could only smile ruefully at the truth of his son's words.

"You think you're funny, huh, big guy? Just remember that Christmas comes real soon after Halloween and I am in charge of your presents!"

A frowning Sara looked at him with wide eyes. "But, Uncle Ollie, Santa's in charge of presents at Christmas, not you!"

There was a collective intake of breath at her words, each adult – and William because Santa was most definitely not real, he'd confirmed it – shooting nervous glances at Oliver, trying to see how he would get himself out of this one without crushing a part of baby Sara's holiday spirit.

Her childhood innocence stood on the edge of a knife. If Oliver slipped but a little, it would be lost, to the ruin of his relationship with all the Diggles.

"Uh…"

"WHAT'S UP, BITCHES?!"

In an instant, all the attention boring holes into his skull shifted to the source of the explicit greeting and Oliver felt the pull of certain doom slip away. "Oh, thank God!"

"Wait, I'm sorry, did you think you all were going to get away with dressing up in stuff you're comfortable in and leaving poor Dig as the only ridiculous one?" Came the voice again, though a touch of indignance colored its wielder's tone.

Clunky steps were the only other precursor to the arrival of Sara Lance, who waltzed up to the group with all the air of a Time Captain on a mission, resting her hands on her hips and leveling a heated glare at the assembled heroes.

She was dressed at The Atom.

Kara slapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the guffaw threatening to escape. Next to her, Barry bit his lip and buried his face into Kara's neck, body shaking in silent laughter at the sight of Sara Lance illuminated by all the bells and whistles of the Atom suit.

There was a definite twitch at the corner of Nyssa's mouth – where a brown smudge currently resided due to her resting what had to be her third cigarette in the last ten minutes there – she somehow managed to control before speaking to her fellow ex-Leaguer. "That is…quite the costume, Sara. Did you steal it from Ray or have Gideon whip it up?"

"No comment," grinned the White Canary wickedly.

"You look like Tom Cruise in that movie where he keeps dying over and over again," Oliver chuckled, his hand resting on William's shoulder after the boy had started upon Sara's arrival. "Also, you're walking really weird. Like you've got something shoved up your—"

A well-timed flick of the ear courtesy of Nyssa saved her husband from the wrath of Lyla and Thea, both of whom reflexively covered the ears of the children they were holding, though the latter scowled at Roy when he didn't so much as twitch.

Catching his wife's eyes, Roy's shot open in realization and quickly followed suit, placing in palms over his daughter's ears. "Yeah, come on, man! There's kids here!"

Thea sighed, dropping her head in shame.

"It's good to see you, Sara," Dig greeted after a moment, smile on his face. "Though I'm surprised you're alone. Ava not joining you tonight?"

"Nah, not tonight. Rip's got her running a bunch of different algorithms to help the Legends with some of the new anomalies that have been popping up recently. So," she drawled and crossed her arms. "I found someone else to come with me tonight! Come on out, sis!"

Like a damned man heading for the gallows, Laurel Lance emerged from the shadows dressed in street clothes, her arms wrapped around her securely to comfort herself, though from what they couldn't say. Her face bore a look of resignation and she threw the occasional glare at her sister's turned back. "Hey guys."

"Oh, don't look so glum, sister mine! This is all happening because of you! You should be celebrating the fruits of your delightfully simplistic mind."

Laurel gave her sister a flat look. "Can we just get this over with, please? I am really not looking forward to this."

"Now where's your holiday cheer, Laurel?" Felicity teased with a wink. "Turn that frown upside down! There are a few people here that you wouldn't want to let down by being a Debbie Downer, right? Just think of the kids, girl. Think of the kids!"

This time, the elder Lance turned her dead eyes on the tech-genius. "You haven't seen what I've seen, Felicity. You have no idea what my sister's twisted mind has come up with!"

"Wait," Barry interjected, a nervous timbre seeping into his words. "What are we talking about?"

In response, Sara gave them all a shark-like grin.

"TO THE WAVERIDER!"

"Please tell me that you are joking," Oliver begged the youngest Lance as they walked through the halls of the empty time ship. "There has to be something more important that requires your attention than this!"

"I've been planning this day ever since Laurel described that conversation, Ollie," Sara grinned devilishly. "Besides, Gideon can fabricate pretty much anything and I gave the rest of the crew the week off."

"God dammit!"

"LANGUAGE!"

"Gideon!"

"Yes Captain?"

"Fire up the fabricator!"

"Right away, Captain."

Oliver smacked himself with his bow repeatedly while he walked, growling under his breath. "Great. Now I get to play dress up with the almighty computer from the future with the infallible fashion sense. I should've stayed home today."

"You sarcasm is unappreciated, Mr. Queen," Gideon said, voice slightly annoyed. "As the mayor of Star City, I expected better."

"And now I'm being reprimanded by an A.I.," he groused. "Perfect."

"Now this," Dig crowed, gesturing the best he could given his costume's restraints. "This is justice!"

Before him stood Oliver, Barry, Roy, Laurel and Felicity no longer wearing their original costumes. It was quite a sight to behold, as evidenced by the rest of the group – that being Sara, Kara, Nyssa, Lyla, baby Sara and Thea toting both Harpers– not even bothering to hold in their laughter.

Oliver still wore his staple green, though now it was diluted through a bulky and very realistic looking bottle of relish, labeled Big Belly Burger's Legendary Relish, the not so subtle reference a gift from Gideon after one too many sarcastic remarks from the archer. The pout he wore gave his wife no end of amusement, stealthily snapping a picture on her phone.

Kara needed to wipe away the tears of laughter falling down her face as she pointed at Central City's greatest hero. Barry's Big Belly Burger's Legendary Honey Dijon costume saw him bedecked much the same as Oliver, though his dark yellow coloring gave him the distinct honor of being the hardest to look at. Not to mention he looked distinctly uncomfortable and kept grabbing at different parts of the outfit whenever he shifted.

Roy's costume differed from the other two males with a wide lower body – bordering on ridiculous – and a long, thin neck all painted red. His moniker read Big Belly Burger's Legendary Fancy Ketchup and engulfed not only his body but his head as well thanks to the tapered neck that brought no amount of displeasure to the younger man.

Try though she might to look furious, it was impossible for anyone to take the scowl on Laurel's face seriously while wearing a hyper-realistic Big Belly Burger costume. Much like John, her arms were constrained by the outfit, though it boasted a little more give as a material creation than the rough cardboard milkshake he'd cobbled together. Lettuce, tomato, onions, cheese, four beef patties, topped with what appeared to be the three condiments that accompanied her, all set between one of the chain-restaurant's famous potato rolls made Laurel the most appetizing of the group.

Finally, Felicity stood next to her female counterpart wearing the biggest smile of the group not watching the ridiculous scene from the other side of the room. Though she too wore a boxy costume, the IT expert/hacktivist looked positively ecstatic to be doing so, her face partially hidden a forest of French fries – again highly realistic – and resting just above the lip of the carton in which they were housed. Across her chest, the now familiar and precise script from Gideon read Big Belly Burger's Legendary Fries.

"I love it!"

Kara finally lost it and began to laugh hysterically, holding her belly and using a thoroughly satisfied looking Sara to keep herself upright. She fumbled uselessly in her outfit trying to find her phone and failing spectacularly. "Sara, Sara help me take a picture! I need this moment to be permanently enshrined in my house. My phone's in…I can't even remember!"

Smirking, the White Canary reached into the replica of her battle gear and started feeling around for the electronic device. "I have to say, Kara, I really love you in this getup! If we weren't both taken women the things I would do to you…mmm!" She laughed upon spotting the bright red flush over her fellow blonde's face. "You're too easy, girly. Now, correct me if I'm wrong but…I don't recall having any pockets on this thing. Where'd you put your phone?"

"Y-you're right," Kara stuttered, blush getting darker the closer Sara moved toward her rear. Damn Sara's undeniable animal magnetism! "It's not in a pocket it's…it's in my bra." The light in Sara's eyes flared so brightly Kara felt like the proverbial mouse that'd just been spotted by the cat.

She swallowed thickly.

"Oh, relax, Kara!" Sara chortled, her Cheshire grin doing nothing to assuage the Kryptonian's unease. "I love you but I am not about to molest you." She paused, her face dead serious. "Even if you've been on my bucket list since before I met Ava." She swiftly snuck her hand into the other woman's bra before she could protest and withdrew her phone. "Here you go!"

Thankfully, the rest of the group had been too focused on the absurdity of the new costumes to pay any attention to the blondes (the natural ones anyway). Clearing her throat to rid herself of the remnants of her conversation with Sara, Kara got their attention.

"Okay, everybody, picture time! All the food in the center and the superheroes on the sides. I want to get a perfect picture of my own Five Dollar Big Belly Buster Box before we head out. Barry, would you do the honors?"

Her speedster grinned at her, coming over to take the phone. "I sure hope so, babe. Guess we'll see, huh?"

Once Kara took her spot next to Nyssa, Barry took a moment to peruse his friends and make sure they were all in windows and not hidden behind anyone else. "Alright, I think we're all good. Everyone looks perfect! Just remember, Oliver, I'm going to be flashing in right beside Kara so you may want to leave a little room, just in case. I wouldn't want to run into you at super-speed."

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" Oliver snarked, his bitterness over the last time Barry had done exactly that still very much present.

"Here we go! On three: one, two, three!"

In a flash, Barry was moving to his spot but something was wrong. The costume, while exquisitely detailed, did not give an inch and the normally sure-footed speedster found himself falling.

Right into Oliver.

"Dammit Barry!"

Everything went white as the flash went off.

Later, after everyone had gone their separate ways laden down with sugary sweets and cavity inducing confections (some of them well over the acceptable age for trick-or-treaters), Kara and Barry relaxed on the couch in their living room, Hocus Pocus playing in the background as they talked softly to each other.

"It's really weird not having to worry about baby SuperFlash, isn't it? No crying or changing for the first time in a month," Barry said, arms wrapped securely around Kara's trim waist.

Raising an eyebrow, the blonde gave her fiancé and incredulous look. "Did you just refer to our daughter – who has a name by the way – as baby SuperFlash? Really?"

He laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he buried his face into her neck to escape from her judgmental. "I might have, yes. But it's only because I've been missing Cisco a lot lately, what with him spending the last few weeks on Gypsy's Earth. It's like the guy is an integral part of my life or something."

Kara slapped the back of his head lightly, a smirk pulling at her lips. "Stop it! You know you'd be lost if it wasn't for Cisco. Who'd tell you how to beat all the metas?"

"Gasp!" Barry postured, feigning offense. "Dear fiancée, you wound me! Do you have so little faith in my deductive reasoning skills?"

"Honestly?"

"Kara!"

His exclamation sent the Kryptonian into a fit of giggles which only increased when the slighted speedster attacked her sides mercilessly, super-speed on display as his fingers sneaked their way under her red Flash t-shirt and over her ribs.

"B-Barry! Stop! P-please! I can't breathe!" Though her words plead, her squeals of laughter between each gave away just how much she enjoyed his relentless onslaught. If the smile wasn't evidence enough, her bright eyes showed nothing but love for the man who held her as well as a hint of mischief. "You're gonna make me pee my pants! B-Barry! I swear I-I-I am going to f-freeze your ass if you don't stop!"

With an enormous shit-eating grin – which Kara was pretty certain he'd picked up from Alex – Barry swooped down and devoured her lips with his, a growl coming from deep within his chest as he tasted her sugar-sweetened lips. His actions drew a heated moan from the blonde beneath him, who was quick to wrap her arms and legs around him.

Barry broke the kiss, pulling away slightly. "So, you feeling up to fooling around a little since Joe and Cecile are keeping an eye on our little Su—"

"I am going leave you high and dry if you refer to our daughter as 'baby SuperFlash' again, Barry."

Immediately contrite, the speedster backpedaled. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, sweetheart! There's no need to play dirty. I was just saying that we should take advantage of our alone time since we've barely had any lately."

"I don't disagree, Barry, but you know that's not what I'm talking about," Kara huffed, laying her head back on the couch and pulling her arms from around him in order to cross them in displeasure. "Why do you insist on antagonizing me with that stupid nickname? How hard is it just to call her by her name?"

"Stupid? That's our nickname!"

Kara rolled her eyes. "Yes, dearest, I know. But it's not our daughter's name!"

"I know and I'm sorry. It just tickles me that you get so bent out of shape about it. I mean, you love jumping on the nickname bandwagon whenever Cisco comes up with a new one," Barry said pecking her lips before she could respond. "But, I won't do it again if it really upsets you, Kara, I promise."

Smiling brightly at her intended, nuzzled into his neck. "Thank you. It's just…names were so important on Krypton. As much as I love to poke fun and tease the others with their nicknames…I don't want to do that with our baby girl." She shook her head in the crook of his neck, kissing his pulse point. "And I know it's a double-standard but I just need this one, okay?"

"Hey," Barry whispered easing her from her hiding place in her neck, cupping her face in his hands. "Okay. You don't have explain. I think you're entitled to be a little selfish when it comes to our little one. Do you want me to talk to Cisco about it, too?"

Kara shook her head. "No, it's okay. He's just being himself and I love him for it. I really only care about us, you know? You, me and our kir kehlish."

He kissed her again, though this time it was slow and expressive. With every bit of passion and love he could possibly put into the action, Barry tried to express just how much he loved the Kryptonian in his arms.

When they broke apart this time both were sporting soft smiles, the quiet of the loft greeted them.

"You know, it's really quiet around here without her," Barry whispered as the witches on screen slowly turned to stone. "I could go over to Joe's and be back in a flash."

Kara giggled. "No matter how many times you say that, it will never be funny babe."

"You're laughing."

"At you, baby. I'm laughing at you." She kissed him. "With love, of course." A second later, her eyes shot wide and she bolted up from the couch, nearly launching Barry across the room in the process. "Oh, that reminds me!"

"AHH! Kara!" Barry yelped, managing to catch himself and land softly after nearly crashing into the ceiling. "What is going on? We almost had a Barry-shaped hole in our roof!"

"Oh, stop complaining! I just remembered I promised to send everyone the photo from earlier. Did you see it after all?" she asked while unlocking her phone and opening a group text. "Even after you stumbled over Ollie you managed to take an interesting photo."

Barry walked over to where she was standing and wrapped his arms around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder as watched her pull up the picture in question. "Yeah, I figure if there's anything I've learned from Oliver over the last few years it's how to absolutely own a situation, no matter how ridiculous it makes you look. People can't make fun of you if you're not embarrassed, you know?"

Kara laughed and attached the image before typing in a last 'Happy Halloween' message and sending it out. "You realize that all his 'owning' came from the time of his life he's most ashamed of, right? The peeing on a cop, punching a reporter, pre-island era?"

"Yes, but for everyone else in the world, the concept is really encouraging," the speedster defended, kissing his fiancée's neck and getting a contented sigh in return. He smiled and stared down at the image on the screen and didn't even bother to hide the smile stretching across his face. "I mean…it's not that bad, right?"

Giggling in his arms, Kara turned her head to look at him. "Babe, you landed in his crotch! I don't think he's going to be able to look at your for at least a month."

"Aw, don't say that. People always mix their relish and mustard!"

"No, they don't. They mix their ketchup and mustard."

"So you're saying if I had fallen into Roy's crotch, it wouldn't have been as awkward?"

"I'm sure Thea would've loved it." A beat of silence. "I'm going to frame it."

Barry laughed spun her around and pressed his forehead to hers. "I love you so much."

"Oh yeah?" Kara gave him a mischievous grin. "Why don't you prove it, Flash?"

She squealed when he scooped her up, the couple vanishing into their bedroom in a flash.

A/N: There you go, ladies and gentlemen! This one was a lot of fun to write, especially since I managed to latch on to a reference from an earlier chapter and build off it. My head-canon may be crazy, but I like to think it's a good kind of crazy!

*SPOILER ALERT*: What to expect next chapter: we get to see the aftermath of Wally/Jesse/Thea/Roy's escape from the Jennies, Oliver and co. are reunited with Cisco/Gypsy/Winn/Alex, and our dear miss Alex has her confrontation with a version of Maggie who is everything she ever wanted!

Thoughts? Comments? Questions? Ideas? Drop a line and let me know! See you next time!