-(Cut off my head for privacy) ((Also My mask made me look like the fucking hamburgler))-

"Where is this?" Dick asked. "Like, what are we doing?"

"Don't worry about it." Jason said.

Roy uncapped The sharpie. he kept in his bag. "What do you wanna do first?"

"Let's do the stop sign." Jason said. 

"No, like, what do you wanna write?" 

"Oh, uh... 'trans rights'?" Jason suggested.

"Chill, I was thinking, like, 'Satan lives' or something..." The redhead admitted.

"Oh, yeah, that works." Jason ditched the backpack next to his little brother, and hopped over. "How heavy are you now?"

"hundred-and-four-ish."

Jason nodded. "I'm about hundred-ten. You're going up." The thirteen year old took a steady stand, and gripped the pole of the stop sign. 

"Down." Roy said. Jason lowered himself a little. With a huff, Roy clambered onto his shoulders. "Up." He corrected. Jason struggled to stand up, raising his friend into the air.

"Be quick, you're heavy!" Jason hissed.

"I'm trying." Roy spat, waving his arm to steady himself. He upcapped the marker again and started writing.

"What's taking so long?"

"I'm working on the lettering!" The redhead justified.

After another ten-ish seconds, Jason struggled back down, letting Roy off his shoulders. "Oof, with the backpack and now you? My shoulders are going to broken by tomorrow!"

"So? I'm lighter than you, what else are we gonna do?"

The two of them turned to Dick, who was digging into a miniature Aero bar. Perfect.

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"I mean, we needed more snacks." Bart justified. 

"Yeah. Yeah. You're right." Cassie agreed.

The four teens skipped down the pavement, a little antsy. They weren't sure what had happened at the manor, but they were gonna wait for a bit before going back.

"So, uh, Seven/Eleven?" Tim asked, shoving his hands in his hoodie pocket. None of them had grabbed their jackets when running from the house. They barely put on their shoes while running down the driveway.

"I mean, Wayne manor isn't haunted, because if it was, you would definitely know. Right?" Kon asked.

"Uh, yeah." Tim muttered. "I mean, Demon used to tell me these stories to scare me. But that's just cause he's an asshole."

"Yeah." Bart agreed, forcefully slowing his jog for them.

"So... Is there a corner store near here?" Conner asked. 

"There is a grocery store two blocks away." Tim said. "We could get a tub of icecream."

"Oh yeah, that'd be fun." Bart said. 

Minutes later, the four teens ducked into a tired, empty looking grocery store, The four wandered aimlessly for a few minutes, casually grabbing a bag of pretzels and a tub of chocolate-peanut butter icecream so the cashiers didn't think they were shop-lifting.

"I uhh, forgot my wallet." Bart said as they approached the register.

"I got it." Tim whipped out his debit card, praying that it wouldn't get declined.

They purchased these items, along with some plastic spoons, and left.

"So, where to now?" Cassie asked. "Do we head back?"

"Let's go to the Park." Tim proposed. "There's one like two blocks from here. We can eat icecream straight from the tub in the park on Halloween, like the goblins we are."

The others agreed that they were, in fact, goblins and it was settled.

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"Honeymoon." Selina asked as the couple finished tipping the waitress and assembled their things. "But away from Work, and away from the boys." She clarified.

"Okay." Bruce reasoned. "But how long? I don't like the boys taking over in Gotham for too long..."

"You need to relax, they can handle it." His fiancé said lightly. The left the restaurant and headed for where the car was parked; across from the park. "They did a better job of trying to arrest me than you ever did."

"I just don't like the idea of them handling something big without me around to help."

"It's fine, they'd have Alfred." Selina chuckled, a little tipsy. "And the League, and all their little hero friends."

"I know, just-"

"You worry too much about them. I've known Damian and the boys almost as long as you have, and they're very capable..." She said as they turned the corner and the old park came into view.

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"I'm Slipping!"

"You're not slipping!" Roy shouted. "Just write the thing!"

"No, Jay, Put me down!" Dick insisted.

"Don't be such a baby, you did the last one!" Jason insisted, shuffling a little and looking up to where his little brother sat atop his shoulders. "We did you're thing with you, you do our thing for us!"

"I don't know, my writing isn't very good!" Dick insisted. "I don't like writing on things! It's not good!"

"Dick, do you want to help or not?" Jason asked. "Just draw the pentagram!"

"JASON?"

"What?" Jason said, realizing the voice came from behind him. He whipped around, sending his brother flying, toppling onto the grass.

He saw his father, and Selina across the street. They locked eyes for a few seconds.

"Hey Mr. Wayne, Selina, how was dinner?" Roy called after the silence got awkward.

"Jesus fuck Roy?" Jason hissed.

"I panicked!" 

"What are you doing?" Bruce hurried across the street. "JAson? Are you- Jesus, we talked about this! No felonies until you're eighteen!" 

"Sup." Jason said."

"And you're trying to drag Richard down with you?" Bruce helped pull his youngest off the grass, he was a little scraped up and sniffling. Bruce turned to face Selina. "See? I'm not paranoid: I'm just experienced with them."

She gave a thumbs up, trying to keep a straight face. She was finding the timing pretty hilarious.

"What the- fuuck?" They turned to see a quartet of teenagers, all with plastic spoons, the tallest one was holding an open, half-eaten tub of icecream. Tim blinked a few times. "Sorry, what?"

"Timmy?" Dick asked, pulling away and running to join his other big brother. "Why are you here."

"...We got bored." Bart said.

"Yeah, we got bored." The others agreed quickly. 

"But what's happening here?"

"We went trick-or-treating, but Jason and Roy said this would be more fun." He lowered his voice a little. "It's not really that fun."

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Damian reluctantly sat the devil horns upon his head. It was stupid, but whatever. He'd remembered what he used to  like about the holiday: Scaring the SHIT out of Timothy. 

Sure, it hadn't been intentional, but he was sure as shit going to do it again.

-Sorry this part was late/rushed. I had friends over for a buzzfeed unsolved marathon-