7:30 p.m.
Wayne Manor.
Front Hallway.

*growl*

"Stop that."

*whine*

"No."

*whimper*

"We stopped, after Alfred... you know that."

*whimpers*

"We don't even have candy."

*barks*

"I know you don't have candy."

*scampers*

"There's nothing in the kitchen."

*digs*

"What are you-- don't make me go in there."

*drags*

"Oh. I suppose, that would do."

*barks*

"No one will see the light anyway."

*whimper*

"Fine, fine, fine. We'll turn it on."

*barks*

"Manipulative mutt."

*barks*

7:45 p.m.
895 West Main Street.
Huntington Community College.
Sheraton Building.
Lecture room C.

"And now we find that Newton's theory has become out of date with the conception of which principle?"

"The Addam's principle."

"Very good Mr. Scott. And where was the Addam's principle first put into practice?"

"Widespread or tested?"

"Tested, Mr. Tran, and please raise your hand next time. Yes, Mrs. McGinnis."

"Topeka."

"Good job. Now, where was it first adopted into widespread practice?"

7:50 p.m.
Downtown Gotham on the Waterfront.
Mad Stan's makeshift residence.
Kitchen.

"'I'm walking on sunshine...' Ten minutes. Ten Minutes! And then all of Gotham will bow to my feet. Wait... bow to me and kiss my feet!

"Finally, liberation of the fascist pigs. All their technology. Mad Stan will be praised as a heretic of science! 'I'm walking on sunshine.' Hey, hey. And don't I feel good!"

7:55 p.m.
Gotham Harbor

"It's not my fault."

"..."

"I didn't mean to do it."

"..."

"If it makes you feel better I lost all my candy."

"You didn't care about the candy in the first place!"

"Ha! Knew I could get you to talk."

"..."

"Oh stop. You're almost dry."

"Almost dry, as in still partially wet."

"You're a big baby. You barely got soaked."

"And you miraculously didn't get wet at all."

"Candy bag. Mylar. Waterproof. Sides, who the heck still gives out Sugar Bombs?"

"Or throws water balloons."

"Not my fault."

"You wanted to go down that street."

"I wanted to go to the park."

*grumble*

"I'm telling Mom you said that!"

*sigh*

8:05 p.m.
Wayne Manor.
Living Room.

"I told you. No one came. We might as well shut it off."

*whimper*

"I can't change it."

*whine*

"Come on. We can go eat the popcorn balls you found."

*whine*

"You can't stay by the doorway all night."

*whine*

"Have it your way."

*silence... shuffle*

"So you finally made it."

*bark*

"Television or music?"

*bark*

"Movie or Cable?"

*bark bark*

"Good choice."

"Show or News?"

*bark bark bark*

"We're not watching cartoons."

*whimper*

8:10 p.m.
GCPD.
Central Precinct.
Sixth Floor.
Commissioner's Office.

"I thought I told you to get some rest."

"How can I relax in an empty home?"

"A lot better than you can relax in a busy police station."

"Ah, you under estimate the power of freshly brewed java and a nice long massage while you answer telephones."

"A massage for me or you?"

"Is there another Commissioner here?"

"I thought you had a deposition tomorrow morning."

"Postponed. Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"Of course not, Sam."

"But...?"

"It's just that it's a holiday and I'm waiting for the moment when we all have to break out the riot gear."

"The night's almost over. Relax."

"I'll try."

8:15 p.m.
South Side of Gotham.
Abandoned Electronics Factory.
Formerly: 345 Currant Street.
Currently: S. S. Jokerville.
Meeting hall.

"This night's just begun!"

"Uh... y'know I've been thinking."

"You're not the leader. I am. You're not allowed to think."

"Uh... but... okay."

"Fine... what is it Boff?"

"Well, I was... I mean... it's Halloween."

"You are banned from thinking ever again."

"No, what I meant was, well, we go out and dress up--"

"Banned from ever speaking again."

"-- but everyone's already in costumes. So how are they gonna know we're the bad guys Jax?"

"..."

"Jax?"

"I'm thinking. I'm thinking... you're right! I didn't say that-- but still, we'll just have to show up with a bang!"

8:20 p.m.
240 Newton Avenue.
The Galleria: A cybercenter.

"I can't believe this place is still open tonight."

"What's not to believe, girl? It's great. It's open 24-7. Three-sixty-and-five!"

"And I bet that's about as much time as you spend here."

"Excuse me? What's with the attitude little-miss-Terry-stood-me-up-for-the-halloween-dance? If I remember correctly, you were the one that called me."

"Yeah, I'm sorry Max... I shoulda figured this would be your idea of a good time."

"Hey! I'll have you know that there's nothing wrong with a little cyber adventure. Get to blast some pixelated beasts. Get's your heart pumping. Wa-chai!"

"Yeah... I guess it beats trick or treating."

"Is that what Ter's up to?"

"Yeah, with Matt."

"Trick or treating, eh? Of course he is."

8:25 p.m.
32 North Station Avenue.
Hamilton Hill High School.
Rooftop.

"Are you sure about this?"

"C'mon, you said it yourself, the dance was lame."

"But, Nelson, the roof's always off limits. Mr. Harding said some kid jumped off it about twenty years ago."

"C'mon, Chelse, don't tell me you think it's haunted."

"No. I mean, it could be dangerous."

"Fine! Do you want to go back down to the dance?"

"No, I mean, we're not going to win the contest anyway. I mean, a jock and a cheerleader aren't original ideas."

"I didn't hear you coming up with a better one. Do you really want to go back down, hon?"

"The starlight is pretty."

"And the dance was lame."

"And it's nice and private up here."

"Mmm... yeah."

8:50 p. m.
Gotham Expressway.
Westbound.
Right Lane.

"Can I tell you how much I hate this job."

"You love this job Autumn, you know it."

"My mother never would have put up with this. Never, ever, ever. She was an anchorwoman."

"Stop it, A. Everyone wears a little shoe leather in this business you know that."

"Not that Marta Lankent girl, she gets to sit and holovid her broadcasts, just because her mother used to be some big wig of some newspaper. She's not in this rutty old van--"

"Don't knock Betsy."

"--getting wrinkles in her skirt. Just cruising around waiting for a story to break. Heck, with wireless tech, I don't even see why we have to be out. We can just send out little pods to catch the scene and screencap it all for us."

"Ratings go up if your hair catches on fire."

"Jerome, give me one good reason why I shouldn't fire you now."

"I'm good in bed."

"That'll do. So how long do we have to do this?"

"Until we blow the department's creds?"

"Y'know, I think they should treat us to dinner."

"I think you're right Ms. Gleason."

8:55 p.m.
Gotham National City Bank.
East Main Street.

"Nobody move! Mad Stan is here to save you all from the conformist pigs of this capitalistic society. I've come to save you all from commericialism and consumerism!

"What you're seeing is two, that's two hundred detonation circuits. Each one of them is wired to go off with even the tiniest spark. They'll trigger explosives on this vest and also set off a bomb wich is located at bottom of the Science Center of this building. So... NOBODY MOVE!"

"Sir. Mr. Mad Stan, sir. This is... this is... um... this is a bank."

"...This isn't West Main Street?"

"No... this is... this is East Main."

"Oh... Sorry. Err, excuse me. That way? Right? Right. Bye."

"...Shouldn't... someone call the cops?"

9:00 p.m.
Gotham Metro Rail.
South Street Exit.

"Are you sure Chuckie's is still open?"

"Yeah, 'course. They're throwing that great Halloween bash."

"Point of fact. We don't have costumes."

"So we don't save some creds. C'mon it'll be fun. Besides, with your hair, you kinda blend."

"Heh."

"Oh my god. Tell me that's not who I think it is."

"Nope! That's who you think it is. Just tell me he's not wearing what I think he is."

"You mean the ugly,--"

"Yep."

"--yellow,--"

"Yep."

"--and black,--"

"Yep."

"--thing?"

"Yep."

"Thought so. God, that's awful."

"And you're his girlfriend."

"Don't I feel special?"

9:00 p.m.
Gotham Metro Rail
North Street Exit

"Aw, no."

"What's wrong, Ter?"

*groan*

"Hey! Isn't that Dana?"

*groan*

"Hey! Hey Dana!"

"Shut up twip."

"Dana over here! Hey, that's Max too. Hey, you gu--Ow! That hurt."

"You deserved it."

"Did not."

"Did too. C'mon let's leave before they see us."

"Tooooooo late."

9:05 p.m.
Gotham Metro Rail
Intersection of North and South Street

"Hey."

"Hey."

"So, trick-or-treating."

"Yeah."

"Fun?"

"Eh... you know."

"What are you wearing?"

"Mom found this old Charlie Brown type shirt. She said it'd be good for Matt, if I dressed up a bit. So, how was the dance?"

"Didn't go."

"Oh. So where you heading?"

"Chuckies. You?"

"Dunno. Depends if the twip wants to go home or not."

"If... he... did want to go home, we could tag along and then you could come with us."

"Mom's not home. I'm stuck watching him no matter what."

"Oh."

"Dana, I'm--"

"'Sorry', I know. Me too, Ter. Me too."

"I'll call you tomorrow."

"Sure."

"I will."

"Have fun Ter."

9:10 p.m.
Gotham Metro Rail
South Street

"Don't frown, my dear. That face is too pretty to pout! Come with us, and live it up."

"I don't think so, dreg."

"You, sir, are not invited to our private soire."

"Just leave us alone, okay?"

"Yeah, get lost creep."

"Matt, stay out of this."

"You don't want to mess with my bro. He'll take all you guys on at once And then will you be sorry. You should leave now, before he gets angry."

"Quiet, twip. Max, could you please?"

"Not a problem. C'mon kid, let's go."

"Awwwww... you're taking him away. That kid has more guts than you do. Yeah. You're not much of anything."

"Ter, c'mon let's just go."

"Nuh uh, sweetheart. You see, our ego has been insulted, and we desire, some... shall we say, monetary compensation. So make with the creds."

"I'm warning you man, back off."

"Oooh, so intimidating. We should leave now before we get hurt! Not!"

"Dana, go find Max and Matt."

"But--"

"Go!"

"Such a shame to make her leave."

"All right, clown boy. Let's dance."

9:30 p.m.
Gotham Harbor

"When I get back to the station, I'm marching right in and talking with Olsen. Stars should not be treated this way."

"Uh huh."

"I mean, what type of idiot doesn't know how to read a fuel gauge. I mean, granted, we were going to have to walk at sometime. But not through the Harbor! Who hires these guys? My blind grandmother could driver better than them. Not that I have a blind grandmother. You know what I mean."

"Uh huh."

"And my clothes are soggy! How am I supposed to do a story, with soggy clothes. How do they expect me to work under these conditions? I bet Marta never had days like this. Someone's head is going to roll, I'm telling you."

"Uh huh."

"I've been walking around this god forsaken city for hours. Okay, maybe it's only been thirty minutes... but it might as well be hours! And we haven't even found a single thing that's newsworthy."

"Uh huh."

"Kids! Trick or treating. No car crashes. No anything. Even that scuffle didn't pan out. It was interesting to watch though, I thought that kid would have gotten his head handed to him."

"Uh huh."

"After all, six to one aren't decent odds. He's just lucky his friend came up to help. And that she had a baseball bat. I mean, he might have been able to handle them. He was down to what... two?... when she came to help."

"Uh huh."

"Think they were part of a gang? I mean, there's been a talk of a few new ones. There's no way they could have been Jokerz. Not in the costumes they were wearing. Don't you think?"

"Uh huh."

"I mean, Jokerz in habits. There go their reps. But they did have the face makeup."

"Uh huh."

"Jerome, you need to communicate. You're never going to get anywhere in this business if you don't speak up."

"I--"

"Nevermind that, what's going on there? It could be interesting don't you think? It's worth checking out, c'mon, move it. This could be the break we've been looking for, don't you think?"

*sigh* "Uh huh."

9:50 p.m.
895 West Main Street.
Huntington Community College.
Sheraton Building.
Lecture room C.

"...and so we find that Newton's principle, only works as long as the Addam's principle remains constant. However, through new technology, we can suspend the Addam's principle, thus negating Newton's adage. After the lecture, we will have a demonstration. I've obtained an original gravity suspending device for this specific purpose.

"Now who can tell me who first came up with the concept-- not theory-- of 'Opposite G-Forc-- Excuse me, can I help you sir? This is a class, you can't just come barging in here like--"

"This is West Main Street right?"

"Yes, but it still doesn't explain why you've interru--"

"NOBODY MOVE!"

"Excuse me?"

"Do you see what I'm wearing? With the tinest spark, this vest will blow this building sky high. Now listen carefully, there's a bomb in the basement of this building and unless I get exactly what I want I'll set it off, understand, see?"

"Achem. So, what is it that you want?"

"I want the anti G-force machine!"

"Bah! You wouldn't even know how to operate it."

"True. But I do know how to operate this. And I know that you know what would happen if I pulled the trigger this close to your head. So what's going to happen is this: her and her are going to go around and tie everyone up and then, Professor, you and I are going--."

"No."

"Excuse me, lady? I'm holding the gun, this is your professor. This is your professor with a gun to his head. Stuff doesn't get simpler than this: you don't get to say no."

"I'm not going to help you."

"Mary, please."

"But--"

"Do what he says."

"That's better. Now let's get going."

"Professor?"

"This isn't a good time Mr. Tran."

"But I know the answer to your question."

"Figures. Why can't you be a good bad guy and pick on the annoying students."

"Quiet! You, too! And lady, get up."

"Huh?"

"You're coming with us."

10:00 p.m.
GCPD.
Central Precinct.
Sixth Floor.
Commissioner's Office.

*ring*

"Don't answer that."

*ring*

"Sam, you know I have to."

*ring*

"Take the night off.*

*ring*

"In my dreams. Commissoner Gordon speaking. Right. Okay. Will do that. Did anyone call the-- right. No answer. We have no idea what he's planning this time. Dispatch as many units as you can spare to Huntington Community College. Don't pull everyone. Yes. Okay. I'll be down in a bit."

"So I take it this means the Midnight Costume Ball that I was going to surprise you with tickets to is going to be a wash?"

"Comes with the job. You know that."

"I know. Go out and save the world. Just come be careful."

"I always am."

*kiss*