Hey guys! I know I'm super late in posting this and I apologize. I've been so busy lately and to top that off my motivation took my muse hostage and ran away. But I'm back and here to post the final chapter!
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Red Hood and Batman walked side by side. Jason now wore his gear, and Bruce still wore a scowl. It had been several minutes since Jason had outed himself and he still hadn't stopped laughing.

"It's not funny." Bruce grumbled.

"It's the opposite of not funny," Jason argued, "It's hilarious."

You should've seen their faces." He added, "You should've seen your face."

"Well, I'm glad you're amused, but the charade is over." Bruce replied. "It's time to hand over the suit."

"Oh come on, don't be such a party popper. Besides, it's my Halloween costume." Jason answered. "You wanted me to go trick-or-treating with the others, remember?

"You're going have to find a new costume then." Batman shrugged, as they turned a corner.

"That's just unfair." Jason murmured, though he wasn't entirely shocked.

"Hand it over, or I'll have Alfred come and collect it." Bruce threatened.

"Fine." Jason sighed, "I'll figure something else out." He added, a plan for his replacement costume already forming in his brain.

The two vigilante's started down a particularly dark backstreet, the distant sound of wings fluttering above them. They began to talk, and actually have a normal conversation for once. However, it was short lived, because they soon realized they weren't alone. Several feet in front of them were about a dozen people blocking their way. The most disturbing part was that neither Jason nor Bruce had heard them come up, which was highly unlikely all things considered. It was like they had just appeared out of thin air.

"Who are you?" Batman spoke firmly, his posture tensing.

"We mean you no harm." One of then stepped forward. "We only wish to know if the stories are true." The man continued. "We wish to know if the Batman is truly one of us."

"What do you mean?" Bruce questioned, suspicion in his tone.

The man opened his mouth wide, and the duo watched as two sharp fangs appeared.

"One of the undead." He informed. "We came in search of new hunting grounds, then we heard the rumors, the whispers. "

"Son of a bitch." Jason muttered. Sure, he knew that vampires were real, Bruce had even fought a few once. But he honestly hadn't expected 'Lenny's' story to be true.

"No, I'm not." Batman replied, his tone even.

"Would you consider joining us?" The vampire continued. "Think of it, you would never grow old. You could eradicate all the crime in this city, you could rule this city if you so chose." He droned on.

"What do you say, Batman?"

"Not a chance in hell." Bruce growled.

"What about you, Red One?" The vampire asked.

Jason rolled his eyes beneath in helmet. Why was it that bad guys always wanted him to either join them or fight Tim to the death?

"First off, it's Red Hood. Secondly, hard pass. I've been dead already, don't really care to give it another go." Jason answered, annoyed.

"Not dead. Undead." The vampire corrected.

"Still implies that I'm dead. Besides, I didn't claw my way out of a coffin just so I could end up sleeping in one everyday." Jason shot back.

"We don't sleep in..." The vampire trailed off, letting out an exasperated sigh.

"Very well." The vampire replied, his tone smoother. "If you refuse to be the hunter, you will become the hunted." He announced, spreading his arms.

Behind him, a small crowd of glowing eyes lit up the dark alley.

"Drama Queen." Jason yelled, briefly wondering if a bullet between the eyes would have any effect.

An instant later, the small crowd surged forward.

"Find something you can use for a stake." Batman yelled, as he broke a wooden crate.

Jason spotted a wooden pallet a few feet away, it was old and rotting but it would have to do. The Red Hood fought his way through the horde and ripped off a board, spinning around to face the oncoming attack.

As he did, he caught a glimpse of Batman rapidly staking two of the vampires. They fell to the ground, immediately beginning to deteriorate. It was strange sight to see Batman dealing killing blows, but past experience had taught Jason that he was fine with killing vampires. His argument was 'you can't kill what's already dead.'

An instant later a vampire clawed at Jason, he blocked the attack, and shoved the rotting wood between it's ribs. He then ripped out the makeshift stake, accidentally breaking it off in the process. Another undead lunged at him, and be impaled it with his slightly smaller stake. It broke off again, leaving him with only a stub.

"Screw this." Jason muttered. If he kept this up, it was going up get him killed.

Jason beamed the stub at another vampire, fazing it for a moment. The Red Hood took a breathe, summoning his All-blades. The swords materialized in his hands and began to glow a bright orange. Everyone, including Batman, stopped and stared for a second. It was at that instant it occurred to Jason that he hadn't told Bruce (or anybody else in the family) about his time with the All-Caste.

The fight soon resumed and Jason shoved his sword through a nearby vampire. Batman and Red Hood soon finished the remaining undead with relative ease. As the last vampire fell, the they watched as it became nothing more than a pile of dust.

Jason let his blades dematerialize.

"This is why you don't spread rumors." Bruce scolded.

"How the hell was I supposed to know there were actually vampires in Gotham." Jason replied defensively.

Bruce just shook his head and turned to leave, "We need to make sure there aren't any more in the area." He called over his shoulder. "I'll take North then West, you take South and East."

Jason let out a small huff and nodded, preparing to leave. As he took to the rooftops he could've sworn he heard a voice say "And good work."

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Bruce sat in the living room, skimming over the paper he had in his hands. Thankfully, any news about the Vampire Bat had now filtered out. Jason had handed over the suit and Gordon had released a statement saying that the whole thing was an elaborate prank. Which really wasn't a lie.

Batman hadn't found any more of the undead in his city, but he was still having everyone keep an eye out. In all honestly, Bruce was just happy to be putting all this vampire business behind him.

Alfred walked in, two mugs in hand. Bruce put down the paper and took one of the cups, the heat instantly seeping into his hands. Alfred kept the other one and began to sip it. Bruce glanced at it his watch, noting the time. The kids would be going trick-or-treaking soon and Bruce still wasn't sure what they were going as.

"Are they almost done?" He inquired.

"They are putting on their costumes right now." Alfred replied.

Bruce nodded and went back to reading his paper. A few moments later he saw Damian walk by in his preferal vision. He was wearing a Robin suit, which wasn't really all that out of the ordinary. Expect he was followed by Tim, Jason, and Dick. Bruce looked up to see all four boys dressed in different variations of the Robin suit. Dick being the only one wearing the scaly shorts.

That wasn't everyone though, after that came Stephanie, Cassandra, and Barbara all dressed in Batgirl costumes.

Bruce chuckled and shook his head, "You all look great." He stated. "Have fun and try not to get into trouble."

They replied with a round of assurances and goodbyes. Bruce was about to go back to reading when Jason spoke.

"Wait, we forgot the most important part of our costumes." He said a little too loudly.

Then all at once, the 7 of them put in sets of false vampire teeth.

"Come!" Jason exclaimed, "We must find blood for the Master."

With that, they all charged out the door, some of them hissing and others flapping their capes like wings. Bruce was about to protest, but by the time he spoke they were already out the door. He huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Calm yourself, Master Bruce." Alfred spoke, "They're merely having a bit of fun."

Bruce looked up at Alfred, only find the butler grinning with this own set of fangs.

"Oh, not you too." Bruce blurted.

Alfred let out a small chuckle. "Upon Master Jason's request." He answered.

"I must say, I do see why he finds it so amusing." Alfred added, taking them out and putting then away.

"It doesn't matter if it's amusing, what matters is last time it did this it attracted unwanted attention." Bruce countered.

"Yes," Alfred agreed, "But might I remind you that if he hadn't attracted that attention you might never have been aware of the threat at all." He added.

Bruce let out a sigh, Alfred had a point. As much as he hated to admit it, he hadn't had any idea, any suspicious, that there had actually been vampires.

"There is one more thing." Alfred spoke up, "Master Jason left this for you."

Alfred opened it palm to reveal a set of vampire fangs.

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Jason Todd quickly and gracefully hurled himself from roof to roof, his siblings beside him. They had just scared the crap out of a few thugs and we're currently on their way to do some trick-or-treating. That was the beauty of their costumes, they had modified them where they could theoretically go patrolling if they so chose. Plus the vampire fangs really added a creepy flare.

A small smile rested on Jason's features, he was happy and he was enjoying himself even more then he had last year. It was strange how simply goofing off with his family could put a smile on his face and awaken a strange feeling in his chest.

"It's freezing out here!" Dick yelled as they ran, "Why did you guys let me leave like this?"

"Yeah, it's October. There's literally snow on the ground." Tim answered.

"Yeah, we tried to tell to put on pants." Stephanie chimed in, leaping from one rooftop to another.

"Why didn't I listen?" Dick lamented.

"Because you wanted to show off your freshly waxed legs?" Barbara teased, earning her an eye roll.

"I can't believe you actually used to wear those, Grayson" Damian criticized.

"Hey, I'm not the only one."  Dick defended, gesturing to Jason.

"If you drag me into this, I swear I will this you off this roof ." Jason shot back.

Dick threw his head back and let out a cackle.

Then suddenly, Cassandra hurled a pair pants at Dick. The group ground to a halt.

"How did you..." Dick began.

"In here." She gestured to her candy sack, "Knew you would be cold."

"Dummy." She added playfully.

Dick stuck his tongue out at her but thanked her nonetheless. Just as Dick finished putting his pants on a figured landed behind them.

They all whirled out to find Batman's hulking form standing in the middle of the rooftop. For a moment Jason was a little disappointed, he suspected Bruce had come to give them some speech about 'spreading rumors.'

Except, he didn't say or do anything immediately. He just stood there almost...awkwardly. Then finally Bruce revealed the set of fangs Jason had left him. A chorus of giggles erupted from the group.

"I knew you'd come around." Jason grinned, suppressing his own laughter.

"Just this once." Bruce admitted begrudgingly.

Jason's smirk widened.

Bruce began to loosen up a little, Jason couldn't sworn he even saw a small smile.

"Now come, we have much to do." Bruce spoke in his best Dracula voice.

Laughter echoed through the night as the family of pseudo-vampires took off across rooftops.

If asked, Jason would never admit it to it, be he wouldn't have traded that moment for the world.

The End.