A/N) I Have been dead for a while on here. I won't explain why, just know DC has let me down in the worst possible way and the only way I got out of that funk was by looking through some of my old files. And I found this random fluff piece.

It's a bit late but, meh.

Oh and it's seems to be set in my 'Cats Instead of Bats' universe

"You're never going to scare him." Dick laughs as his Tim sticks out his tongue and proceeds in slipping on the most grotesque rubber monster mask he's ever bought.

"I will too." Tim insist, giving his wrists a shake to watch the chains jingle.

Damian snickers behind him. "You look dumb."

"At least my costumes more than a pair of cat ears." Tim snaps back.

"Ok, ok - let's not get into that again, Tim." Dick flashes he older youngest a look. "It's Halloween, have fun, be back by ten and - please don't lose Damian."

"I won't lose him." Tim snorts, a smirk that's way too much like Jason's crosses his face. "Just know that if I don't come back with him, I sold him to the highest bidder or gave him away as a trick."

Dick groans. He so wishes he could go out with them this year, unfortunately he was grounded for failing his last chemistry exam and getting suspended - which is really funny because it's usually Jason that gets suspended - the kid had a field day when Dick brought home the slip. Selina just looked tired.

"Just be careful." He calls after the two younger boys on their way to the door. "Watch where you're going, don't cross the street in dark places, never take candy from strangers - "

"That's what you do for Halloween, Dick." Tim gives his brother a flat look.

"I mean from strangers wearing masks and that aren't inside a nice house."

Damian snickers.

"And don't talk to anyone in a mask either, and avoid clowns at all costs - okay!" He calls, panicked as his imagination runs away now. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned the clowns.

"We'll be fine, Dick." Tim yells back, obviously not caring about Dick's distress. "Buyeee!" And the two youngest practically run out the door.

Dick sighs and slumps in an arm chair dejectedly. Damn . . .and he had a really good costume idea this time.

"Ok Kitten, I'm heading out, don't forget that assignment and you can watch one horror movie. That's it." Selina looks at the sad boy sitting in the living room. "Dick?"

"I got it." He mutters and reaches for his annoying chemistry book.

"Aww, don't be like that Kitten. It's just Halloween, not the end of the world."

He scoffs and glances at his surrogate mother dressed in a really nice long sparkly blue dress and white satin gloves, it's supposed to be a modernized version of Disney's Cinderella dress, only she looked like some sexier version, she even had her hair done up the like the character. "Whatever. I'll be fine, have fun." He says, really meaning it.

Selina sighs and plunks a kiss on top of his head. "Sorry it has to be this way. I mean it - I mean, I'm leaving Jason's in charge on Halloween -"She blows a hair out of her face.

Dick shrugs, "You could always just change your mind - "He flutters his lashes up at her in slim hope. He knows she was only trying to be a good mom - figure and everything but - still -

"Sorry, as tempting as that is - fair is fair. Just - study next time alright."

Dick sighs, oh well - "Yeah ok, fine, see ya."

"Bye Kitten." And she slides out to go to that, probably expensive, Halloween party she's going too.

Dick just stares blankly at the text book in his lap then at the black TV.

She didn't say what to do first though . . .

"Where is Jason anyway?" Tim mumbles to Damian as they walk through the already busy crowd of trick-or-treaters and their adults.

Damian scoffs. "Probably off throwing eggs at someone's window. Or in Jail already."

"Seriously." Tim deadpans. Damian could be so negative. Not that he was one to talk though.

Then he stops. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Damian turns to look at him like he's crazy. Tim feels just a tad crazy.

"What's wrong with you?" Damian snaps, eyes flitting around with just the bare hint of nervousness.

Kids were milling all over the place, hundreds of different costumes and nobody knows who's who -

Then the bushes rustle behind them. The two boys freeze and may have clung to each other which neither would ever admit to -

Then someone taps on their shoulders.

They jump and scream bloody Mary, people stop in surprise and some start laughing. The loudest laughter is from the bloody zombie in front of them.

"Jason! That was low you - you jerk!" Tim snaps, anger flushing out the embarrassment as a five-year-old ghost points and snickers at him.

Jason was too busy howling with laughter, slapping his knees dramatically, his greenish grey makeup smearing when he wipes away tears. "You should have seen your faces! Hah! Not even Munch can paint those horrified expressions!" And he's still laughing.

Damian scoffs angrily and promptly shoves the older boy out into the street. A car just misses him but Jason's still laughing.

"Todd, you are a - "

"Hey kids! Quit causing a scene, move along!" A man in a police costume shouts, maybe he really was a police man . . . Tim can't tell at this point.

Tim snatches Damian by his hoodie and throws Jason a nasty look as they stomp down the street to get away from his over dramatic laughing. It hadn't been that funny, jeez. . . why did Jason have to be such a jerk.

Well, Tim let's a sinister smile stretch across his sharp face. Two could play at this game. Jason had better watch his back, because Tim has plans.

"Stop smiling at that pumpkin Drake. You're creeping me out."

Tim rolls his eyes at the midget next to him. "I'm not smiling at it. I'm - mentally conspiring with it."

Damian just gives him an unimpressed and slightly disturbed look. "Yah . . .that's not any better."

Tim lets out a laugh that any villain would be jealous of.

Jason wants to play? Oh, ok - we'll play.

Tim was ready to pull his hair out.

It was almost midnight and Jason hasn't fallen for any of the tricks.

Not one.

Now Tim was getting desperate, Dick said he wasn't going to scare Jason - and Tim wants to prove him wrong. Wants to give Jason a taste of his own medicine. Just -

"It won't work."

"Shh, shut up Spawn! It'll work, he just has to step on that little wire aaaaand- "

Jason sneezes, snickers and promptly ballet skips over the wire. Tim seethes.

"Dang it." He growls out as Damian snorts at him.

"Told you."

"Shhh, I must recalculate - " Tim slides to the ground against the house they were hiding behind and scrunches up his face in thought.

Damien lets out a sigh that makes him sound older than he actually is. "Give it up Drake. Todd has had way more experience in this pointlessness than you. Just leave it alone."

"Never."

Ok - so he was being a bit over dramatic. Whatever.

"Grayson is probably wondering where we are." Damian, oddly enough, was being the voice of reason right now.

"Maybe if we poison his nougat or something."

"We are not poisoning Todd. As much fun as that would be. Selina wouldn't be pleased." Damian grouches and pokes Tim with the toe of his boot. "Get up. Todd's probably gone home by now."

Tim lets out a tired sigh. "The sticky candy pot didn't work. The ghost falling out of the door, the head rolling down the side walk the - " He trips over his own wire and a skeleton comes crashing out of the trees hitting Damian hard and knocking him back on his butt.

"Damian?" Tim bites down a surprised laugh.

The younger boy hisses, shakes himself up, and kicks at the pile of fake bones in resentment, throwing Tim a dark look. "We are done."

Tim snorts but follows him home anyway.

"You guys are pathetic you know." Jason teases as he waits for them to catch up, they take the elevator up together to their apartment. "Couldn't get me with one trick. I'm disappointed actually." He lies through snickers at their expense.

Tim shrugs, hiding his distain. "Yah, whatever. There's always next year."

Damian scowls. "Leave me out of it."

"Yah - what happened to you anyway?" Jason smirks as he reaches over and pulls out a leaf from the youngest boy's hair.

"Nothing." Damian snaps, slapping at Jason's hand as he glares at Tim.

"Yah - nothing." Tim sighs almost wistfully which only serves to piss Damian off even more.

"Ok than. Better think up a good excuse for why we're so late. Dickie's gonna kill us." Jason seems to be a little too excited about that. Like he's itching for a fight or something. Must be all that candy he undoubtedly hopped up on.

Tim rolls his eyes. "Easy, it was your fault. Done."

"Ass."

Tim snorts.

"Enough of this." Damian huffs and throws the door open then proceeds to let out a very long, very suffering, groan. "Seriously? Am I the only one with any sense around here!"

Tim and Jason poke their heads into the room, curious at the loud noise coming form inside.

Dick's on the coffee table in his underwear, a random blue tie wrapped around his head, a lollypop in his hand as he belts out some Taylor Swift song about Shaking. And he looks way into it.

Jason promptly burst out laughing so hard his knees buckle and falls to the ground.

Damian looks like he wants someone to shoot him right now. And Tim chokes on that awkward sound that's between a laugh and a gasp.

Dick stops when he hears Jason and catches sight of Damian and Tim's stunned faces, blue eyes wide, he flushes red from head to toe then, seeing as this might actually be kind of funny he lets a sheepish grin cross his face. "Hey guys. You're home early."

"Grayson. It's past midnight." Damian deadpans, pointing at the giant clock over the sofa.

"Oh." Dick looks stricken for a minute. "Yah . . . um - "

Jason's still laughing.

"Soooo - this is awkward." Tim pipes up, Jason's laughter is starting to grate on his nerves, and he only makes it more awkward by saying it is.

Dick slumps, jumps off the table, and takes off the band around his head. "Yah. I was bored so I - "

"Decide to have a dance party 3 on your own?" Tim almost laughs from second hand embarrassment.

"Yup." Dick grins, totally recovered now. "Sorry guys.""

"Did you at least finish your homework?" Tim asks, eyeing the stack of books obviously forgotten in the corner.

"Uh - Most of it?"

"I'm going to bed!" Damian announces loudly and stomps off, because being ten and surrounded by people dumber than you are is ridiculous and he has no hope for their futures.

Jason may or may not have passed out on the floor from laughter. He's wheezing now.

"Yah, maybe we should all go to bed before Selina comes home." Dick smiles, totally calm in his boxers with the little blue birds on them.

"Going." And Tim doesn't think he can get out of there fast enough.

He brushes his teeth, hears Dick wake up Jason who's all for making fun of him, slips into his Pj's, grabs a bottle of water and climbs into bed after flicking off the light.

After a few more minutes of rustling sounds outside in the hall and bathroom, all of them were in bed and the house goes silent like it does when everyone has settled in the dark. Tim waits.

His heart in his throat as he stares at the ceiling.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Three very loud, very high pitched, screeches shatter the silence at the same time, followed by string of curses by Jason and then clatters and lights being flicked on as all three start yelling breathlessly through the walls-

"Timothy Drake!" Dick screams from his room.

"I'mmanna kill you, you little shit!" Jason explodes from his.

"Sleep with one eye open Drake, forever!"

Tim smiles serenely and flips over in his bed, letting out a calm sigh. Guess they all found monsters under their beds.

Or more precisely the rubber hands that Tim engineered to grab their ankles once they got into bed.

Mission accomplished.

Hah!

Take that, now they have to wait until next year to best Tim, who was very content to hold onto the title of best Trickster of Halloween until then. Please. Hold your applause.

Pointless fluff. But I found it amusing so I published it. Let me know what your thoughts were on this please ;)