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Dick was gonna do this. He had bought the outfit. Not using it would be a waste.
His face and ears were flushed red as he stared down at the Sailor Moon costume he had purchased for this upcoming halloween. Roy had invited him to a halloween party he was throwing for their friends both from the cape community and some people they knew from their civilian lives.
Dick had worn skirts on missions as Robin before, when going undercover and all that. Dick recalled that one time he had to dress up as Marie Antionette and find their suspect. But Dick had never worn one for himself. Which he really wanted to do.
Especially those short types of skirts.
He pulled down his pants, debated with himself and pulled down his boxers as well. If he was doing this he was going all out.
The costume had an short unitard, so Dick could forgo underwear.
He pulled it on, readjusting everything until it fit like a glove. Next he pulled on the thigh-high boots, then the gloves and the tiara.
Now all he had to add was the skirt.
He squeezed his eyes shut, breathed in and pulled it up, snapping the waistband against his waistline.
He exhaled and opened his eyes. Dick blushed brightly as he stared at himself in the mirror, flustered at the image that stared back at him with wide eyes.
Dick moved his limbs, marveling at the skirt and then twirled, his skirt swooshing beautifully. He grinned in giddiness and at the sensation of the skirt brushing against his bare legs.
He steeled himself as he put his hair up in pigtails, carefully attaching the extensions. He had been growing his hair out but the extra length really added to the whole look.
Dick checked his hair in the mirror and nodded, before taking out the make-up bag he used for missions. He put some eyeliner on and smeared gloss on his lips, smacking them delightfully. The gloss was cherry-flavored.
He picked up the magical girl staff that came with the costume and his halloween pumpkin bucket, chuckling to himself. He felt cute, despite still being a bit embarrassed.
Dick sneaked out of the manor, clutching his staff and his bucket, his footsteps light in the boots.
Dick walked along the path leading away from Wayne Manor, humming to himself. He couldn’t stop grinning, the costume was light on his frame and he loved the feeling of it a lot.
Dick decided to collect some candy on his way to Roy’s party. Starting with Wayne’s neighbors, the Drakes.
Their light wasn’t on, but Dick wanted to try his luck anyways. The Drakes often had their lights out anyways.
“Knock, knock.”, Dick singsonged as he knocked on the Drake’s grand door. Nothing happened for a moment. Dick then heard shuffling on the other side and a quiet gasp before the door was opened and a wide eyed Timmy stared up at him.
Dick smiled. Cute.
“I am the Pretty Guardian, who fights for Love and for Justice! I am Sailor Moon! And now in the name of the Moon, I'll ask you— Trick or treat.”
Tim beamed. “You’re pretty.” He then flushed and mumbled. “I will go get the treats!”, He rushed inside, ears red and came back with loads of candy. He bashfully but eagerly handed them to Dick.
Dick laughed. “One is enough.”, He patted Tim on the head, sticking the lollipop he had picked out in his mouth. He winked at Tim and left, continuing on his path towards Gotham and towards the Zeta that would discreetly take him to Roy’s party. He had this all planned out.
He knocked on the doors of people that still had their lights on so late, finishing sucking on his lollipop as he ventured further into the city, the moonlight shining down on him . It wasn’t a rarity in the middle of Gotham but people rather didn’t want to open their doors in the middle of the night, even on Halloween.
A door opened after several tries. An old woman with a witch hat on her head peered out and then cooed. “Oh dear! How cute.”, She gushed and Dick blushed.
“I’m just out to collect some treats.”, Dick commented and then grinned cheekily. “I am the Pretty Guardian, who fights for Love and for Justice! I am Sailor Moon! And now in the name of the Moon, I'll ask you— Trick or treat.” , He repeated the catchphrase he had said to Tim.
The woman laughed and handed him candy. Dick kept grinning, his cheeks a rosy red.
He repeated the same thing with the next house, silently snickering when a group of guys opened the door and gaped at him.
“Uh—“, One of them stuttered. Dick fluttered his eyelashes. They gulped and silently handed him the candy. He blew them a kiss as he left, giggling when he heard how some of their breath hitched.
He knocked on another door and a little girl opened it. She gasped and her eyes light up. “Sailor Moon!“, She cried. “Mommy! Mommy! Look Sailor Moon came to ask me for treats!”
Dick held a hand to his mouth, laughing quietly and he bent down to let the little girl put the candy in his bucket.
“Thank you little sailor.”, He thanked her, giving her a bright smile and she blushed.
The next house that Dick knocked on an old man opened the door. The man blinked and then stared.
“Trick or treat.”, Dick held his bucket out and smiled.
The man’s eyes wandered from his heels up to his pigtails before he put some candy in Dick’s bucket, his hand lingering. Dick decided not to comment on it.
“Thank you!”, Dick curtsied and went on his way.
He greeted a group of women, who beamed at him and complimented his costume. He wished them a nice night before he stepped into the phone booth doubling as a Zeta.
He put the code into the number block and waited till everything went white.
Dick appeared in another phone booth, this one in Star City. He rightened his costume, fixed his pigtails and checked if all his candy had traveled with him.
Once satisfied he walked up to Roy’s place, already hearing the music coming from inside. Some people gathered outside stared at him, their eyes following him as he opened the door. One of them whistled. Another smacked them for the whistle.
He entered, looking around. The room was dim and light up by party lighting. People had gathered around the place, separated into several groups, talking, laughing, dancing and playing games.
“Yo! Hey there!”, Dick turned around to see Roy walking towards him. He was dressed like a pirate, his button up shirt had the top buttons undone and his hair was artfully ruffled. Donna must have done his hair. She had an eye for that sort of stuff.
“Hi Roy.”, Dick grinned as he bent over to fix a shoe of his. It had ridden down during his walk up to Roy’s place.
Roy blinked, his eyes widening and he peered at Dick’s behind, gaping. Dick rolled his eyes.
“Dick?!”, Roy asked. He looked him over. “Wow man.”
Dick snorted, holding a hand in front of face. It felt warm to the touch. “Thanks?”, He replied and Roy raised his eyebrows.
“You look really good, uh I mean— That outfit suits you.”, Roy bit down on his tongue, huffing. “Want a refreshment?”, He asked, his voice high-pitched.
Dick leaned closer to him, feeling mischievous and wanting to mess with Roy. “What are you offering me?”
Roy froze, before clearing his throat. “Oh there’s a lot on offer.”
Dick flushed and laughed.
Roy put his arm around Dick and led him further into the room. Dick let him, liking the feel of Roy being so close to him. He let himself lean a bit more into Roy, biting down a smile when he felt Roy squeeze his hip.
“Look guys who’s arrived.”, Roy called out and Donna, dressed in a witch costume, and Garth, dressed in— what appeared to be a suit with lot of goggly eyes stuck to it—, looked up from where they had been playing a card game. Donna blinked and then beamed. Garth gulped, his eyes wide.
“Dick! Oh cute. That’s such a lovely costume.”, She complimented and sprung up to hug him.
“You too.”, Dick told her, hugging her back.
“You should wear skirts more often.”, She whispered into his ear and Dick shivered. “Well can’t disappoint my wonder twin now, can I? Expect to see more of me in skirts.”, He muttered back before the two of them parted from their hug and laughed.
“They’re conspiring again.”, Roy shook his head, leaning into his couch next to Garth, who was still blinking at Dick.
“We’re not.”, Donna huffed.
“Yeah, I’m innocent.”, Dick laughed and Donna nudged him with a smirk. Dick fought down the urge to blush. He was thriving with all this attention. How he had gotten to show off something that made him so giddy.
She sat down on the couch and patted her lap. Dick sat himself down. Roy was staring at them hard.
“Candy?”, Dick held up his bucket. Donna immediately helped herself to some.
Dick felt this night had gone well. He was definitely wearing a skirt again.
Even if he lost this one later sometime this night when Roy made his move and stole him from Donna’s lap.
Roy made up for the loss of that skirt though, so Dick couldn’t really complain.
