"Tell me again why I thought this was a good idea?" said Wally, checking out his ass in the closet mirror. The Nightwing suit was flattering, all right, but showing up at a Halloween party wearing Dick's clothes while Dick wore his was going to do anything to quash the rumours about them.

"You wanted to get into my pants," Dick said brightly, pulling on the red gloves from Wally's Kid Flash suit.

"This wasn't what I meant." He caught the boots Dick threw at him. "People already talk about us enough."

"Well, they're not exactly wrong, are they?"

Wally sighed dramatically and sat on the bed to pull Dick's boots on. "Fine, you win. You do look pretty hot in my clothes..."

Dick flicked his nose. "Down, boy. We have to be at the Watchtower in ten minutes."

"This was Clark's idea, wasn't it?"

Dick snorted. "Hardly. It was mine."

"And they went for it? Batman included?"

"I told him last. He couldn't exactly say no to half the League and the entire Team, could he?"

"How hard did you have to twist his arm?"

"Not as hard as you'd think. I caught him before his morning coffee."

"You're diabolical," Wally said in awe.

"It was Tim's idea," Dick replied, pulling on the cowl. "Pass me the goggles, dear."

"Here you go, sugartits."

Dick rolled his eyes. "Of all the—whatever. Put my mask on and let's go."