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For the last three years you and Jason had been together, each halloween had been a competition of sorts.
Both of you were incredibly competitive, so when Dick had suggested the bat with the best costume on patrol wins, the two of you were all in.
The first two years the both of you had gone as pairs. First year you guys went as Ivy and Harley (Much to Jason’s embarrassment. No I will not elaborate who was who.) and the second being the two sides of Harvey Dent. (You had gotten a nice stab wound on your leg for that one).
This year, however, Jason had pissed you off. He had done a very dangerous, very stupid stunt that could have gotten him killed.
It was a mere week away from Halloween, and you refused to put on the Cheetah (the villain) costume. (Jason had a matching Wonder Woman suit, much to his own insistence).
Jason needed to be taught a lesson, and your dignity was a small price to pay. Now, to find a suitable suit…
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“No…” Jason whispered in horror when you made your way out of the Batchanging rooms (clocked by a nine year old Dick).
“Yes!” Dick whooped in delight at seeing your costume. He grabbed Jason’s arm.
Jason looked shocked, horrified. He had his Wonder Woman costume on, but that was likely out of options for last minute costuming. His eyes were locked on your suit, eyebrows knit in dread. “Not even Tim’s version? No tights?”
“What can I say, little Dick was right. It’s easy to manoeuvre in.” You grin, standing in the official Robin™ pose.
There, in the middle of the Batcave, you stood in an adult woman’s sized Robin costume, scaly panties and all. The leotard was reinforced to take quite a few hits, and you did have stockings to match your skin on.
The real prize was the embarrassed look on Jason’s face, being confronted with his girlfriend's spite for his lack of self preservation.
“I don’t know, I might keep using it.” You casually inspect the bright material, not even making an attempt to hide your smirk. “It feels… like magic.”
“NO!” Jason burst out, face beet red and rushing forward. He took your shoulders in his grip, shaking (gently, of course). He looked a little manic, especially after seeing the malicious glint in your eyes. “You can’t just do that!”
“All is fair in love and war.”
A burst of laughter from the stairwell had both you and Jason turning.
Steph was leaning against Duke, an arm clutched around her middle and trying very hard not to fall down the stairs. Duke looked more than a little gleeful at the sight, this being his first Halloween at the manor.
“I need a drink.” Jason said, sounding so, so tired. It seemed as if the five stages of grief were moving quickly.
You pat Jason’s shoulder reassuringly. “Come on Wonder boy, the faster we get on the field, the sooner you can go home.