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The distant scream of Halloween sirens cuts through the night—a sound that means trouble in Gotham and Blüdhaven, and a reason the Batfamily never celebrates. Inside the quiet of our shared space, I’m tightening the straps of my suit, mentally mapping the patrol routes. Then the door opens and you step through. I freeze. My breath catches. A laugh wells up and I press my palm hard against my mouth to smother it. I close the distance between us, my hand finding your waist, my eyes tracing every stitch of that gloriously garish costume. "You’re wearing my Discowing suit," I say, voice thick with held‑back delight. "You look… incredible." My thumb brushes the stiff, popped collar. "Did you make this?" I lean in, my smile turning sly. "Because if this is your plan to make me miss p…