Happy Hallowe'en! Hope you have fun terrifying all around you! Here's my Hallowe'en story for you! Here are what the characters are...

Wally West: werewolf.

Dick Grayson: vampire.

Zatanna Zatara: witch.

Artemis Crock: vampiress.

Megan M'orzz: zombie bridesmaid.

Raquel Ervin: ghost.

Conner Kent: Frankenstein's monster.

Kaldur'ahm: aqua warlock.

Monster Dating 1-0-1

Asking a monster out:

He couldn't help but stare at her. He casually bit into a sealed can, piercing it with his fangs and tipped it down his throat. She sat at the fountain, reading an ancient text on how to summon the goddess Isis. Dick licked the corner of his mouth, wiping away the last of the O negative.

"Hey, Fangs, you gonna finish that?" Artemis asked, tapping the top of an untouched can of O positive Dick had neglected.

"Sure, go on. Drink up," said Dick.

Artemis smiled from under her hood. Since Sun radiation could weaken a vampire (weaken, not kill), all vampires wore jackets with hoods, gloves, never showed skin and wore masks to block their hypnosis (it was against school rules to use mind control on students and staff). Wally raised an eyebrow, he'd known Dick for decades and he'd never seen him give up a can of blood before.

"Dick? You feeling okay?" the werewolf asked "Everything abnormal?"

"I'm fine, Wolfie... everything's unusual, like always," the young vampire answered as he watched his crush get up and walk back into the building.

Dick sighed and turned back to his friends, only for them to be giving him looks.

"Vamp, what is up with you lately?" Wally asked.

"Nothing's up," said Dick, poking the uncooked meat on his tray with a fork, then sighed "I've lost my appetite,"

"Theeeeeeeeen, can I have your steak?" Wally asked.

Dick just pushed the tray over to his best friend and leaned his head on his glove-covered hand. Wally rubbed his hands together, licking his lips and bit into the meat, grabbing it with his hands. Dick sighed and looked at his friends again.

"What?" he asked.

They all looked at each other before turning back to him.

"You're in love," said Megan, flicking half her tattered bridesmaid vale back to cover half her face since she was finished eating.

"What in the underworld are you talking about?" Dick asked.

"You were just looking at Zatanna Zatara," said Kaldur "She's in my elemental magics class. She's pretty advanced for her age,"

"You should ask her to the Hallowe'en masked ball!" said Megan, jumping in her seat "Me and Con are going!"

"We are?" said the patchwork teenager, Megan pulled a puppy dog pout "I mean... yeah, of course we are,"

"Megs, why would I ask her to the ball? I've never even had a conversation that lasted beyond 'can I borrow your ink pot?' and 'what's the answer to-'," said Dick.

"Well, you better act fast if you're gonna ask her," said Wally "Your window of opportunity is closing,"

"What do you mean, Wally?" the ancient teenager asked.

The werewolf pointed to where Zatanna had come back outside and was getting a drink from the water fountain. Walking towards her was Klarion Bleak, a warlock who had a bad reputation for getting suspended for tampering with dark sorcery. He had on a cocky grin as he neared her.

Dick crossed his jacket-covered arms and dropped his head on them, huffing.

"I hate my afterlife," the vampire said, then he got up and stalked back into the academy building.

She turned off the water and straightened up. He got to his feet and walked away, somewhat in a huff. Zatanna sighed as he left. Then, just to ruin her day, Klarion Bleak walked up to her. She could smell the chaos radiating off him.

"Hey, Zatanna," he greeted her.

"Oh. Joy," the witch thought "Hi, Klarion," she said.

"So, the Hallowe'en masked ball is this Friday," he said.

"And?"

"And... what time should I pick you up, sweetness?"

"Half past never," said Zatanna "Because, we're not going together. I rather go alone than go with a guy like you,"

"No, seriously. What time?" Klarion asked.

"I said 'no', Bleak. I'm holding out for someone I actually like," she said.

The witch strode past him, pushing past him.

"Oh, c'mon, Zatanna. No one says no to Klarion Bleak!" Klarion said.

"I just did!" Zatanna asserted, walking back into the building.

Dick sat in his Magics to Sciences class, sitting back with his feet on his desk. He absentmindedly played his videogame console, which was in the shape of 2 bats that were connected by the ears with gold hinges.

"Doctor F. won't appreciate you playing videogames in class, Prince Dick," said a voice.

In an ironic twist of fate, Dick's adoptive father was Count Bruce Wayne and any son of a count had the title of 'prince'.

"Fate already hates me so things can't get any worse," he said "And don't call me Prince-" Dick's eyes widened at the sight of his crush "Z-Z-Zatanna,"

She blushed as she tucked her raven-hair behind her ear. Dick ran a hand through his own raven-hair.

"Hey, Dick," the witch said "Whatcha playin'?"

Dick folded the game console over and looked at her.

"Nothin'," he said, hiding the game in his desk.

"So... you going to the Hallowe'en masked ball?" Zatanna asked.

"Well... all my friends have dates so we can't go as a group. I'll probably go if I, by some miracle, get a date," Dick answered.

"Anyone asked you yet?" the witch asked.

"Nah," said the vampire, he looked up so she could see under his hood "I'm waiting to get the courage to ask the girl I like to go with me,"

Zatanna felt like someone had grabbed her heart.

"Y-you l-l-like someone?" she said, trying to act casual but couldn't stop her worried splutters.

"Uh... y-yeah, but I ain't sure if she likes me back. Man, dating is confusing when you're 400-years-old," said Dick.

"You're 400?" Zatanna asked.

"Well... I lost track during the first world war. I was in my early 300s during World War 1," he said "So, how old are you?"

"Never ask a lady her age," said the witch, smiling with mock cheek "I thought vampires were meant to be gentlemen..." Dick leaned forward, waiting for her answer "I'm approximately 400, I might be a bit under or over,"

"It's hard to keep track of your age when you're immortal, ain't it?" the ancient teenager said.

"Exactly!" Zatanna said, they smiled and she decided to go for it "So, rounding back to the Hallowe'en masked ball..."

"Yeah?" Dick asked, leaning further forward for a response.

That's when Doctor Nabu Fate (named after the famed Lord of Order) burst in and Dick fell off his chair.

"Miss Zatara, please take your seat. Mr Grayson, get on your seat and stay on it!" said the doctor.

"Yes, Doctor," the ancient teenagers said, quickly obeying.

Zatanna was kicking herself after class. She was so close! So close! If Doctor Fate hadn't come in, she would have asked him... Then again, maybe Dick would have rejected her.

"Dating really is confusing when you're in your 300s," she murmured to herself.

Zatanna stopped on the spot outside her locker. She opened it with a melancholy expression and took out her text for Chemical Magic Potions class.

"Hey, Zatanna," came an echoing voice.

Raquel floated through the floor and stopped at Zatanna's side. She solidified herself so she looked like a black-and-white girl instead of a transparent one.

"Hi, Rocky,"

"Guess what!"

"What?"

"You know Kaldur'ahm? Well, he just asked me to the Hallowe'en masked ball and I said yes! So, have you asked that vampire prince you're into?" the ghost girl asked.

"I was gonna. We had our first real conversation before Magics to Sciences class and I found out he likes someone. Doctor F. came into the classroom before I could finish asking him," said Zatanna "Oh, and I found out he's nearly 400-years-old but he was early in his 300s in World War 1, so he probably is about 400,"

"Yeah, World War 1 was approximately 100 years ago this or next year," said Raquel "Ooh! I got it! I'm friends with Megan M'orzz, and she's friends with Artemis Crock, and Artemis is dating Wally West, and Wally West is Dick's best friend, plus I'm Kaldur's date to the Hallowe'en masked ball so I'll get invited to their table, tomorrow at lunch and I'll flag you to come sit with us, then I'll push some space so you'll have to sit next to Dick!" said Raquel, giddy.

"Rocky! No! Don't you even dare!"

Dick sat next to Kaldur's date to the Hallowe'en masked ball. He was on the edge, like always. He downed his lunchtime can of blood, and ate the small piece of fresh meat that was left.

"Ooh! Zatanna!" Raquel suddenly called out.

Zatanna, a blush evident on her pale cheeks, walked over with her tray.

"Uh, hi... people," the witch said.

Raquel moved away from Dick and gestured to the now empty seat.

"C'mon, girl. Sit here!" the ghost girl insisted.

Zatanna, her blush deepening, sat in between her friend and her crush. Both witch and vampire blushed because Zatanna was wearing a black mini-skirt so her bare leg rubbed against Dick's black, jeans, leg.

"So, Zatanna," said Wally "Do you have a date to the ball? I'm going with Artemis here," and he gestured to the girl hidden under a hood who had crazy, blonde, hair flowing out from either side of her head.

"Nah. I don't have a date," said Zatanna.

"Oh reeeeeeeeeally?" Wally said, looking to Dick "Well, ya know, Dick doesn't-"

Before Wally could finish, Barbara Gordon walked up. The dozens to hundreds of red-and-black snakes for hair she had caused an unstoppable hissing, she hid her snake eyes behind the same kind of mask Dick hid his hypnotic eyes. Unlike Zatanna, Barbara was pretty open with her crush on Dick (ever since she kissed him during Seven Minutes in Hell at one of his birthday parties).

"So, Dick-"

"Please don't ask him! Please don't say yes if she does!" Zatanna thought, her heart pounding.

"-would you go to the Hallowe'en masked ball with me?"

"NOOOOOOOO!" Zatanna mentally screamed.

"Well... uh... You see, Barbara... I would like to, but I just... umm... I don't see you that way... And, I kinda want to ask someone else, so... uh, sorry, Barbara. I have to say no," Dick stuttered, trying not to hurt Barbara's feelings.

Barbara's snake-hair hissed louder as their mistress's hopes were shattered. Barbara gulped.

"Fine, then!" she shouted and ran off.

Dick looked at the table, rubbing the back of his neck. He turned his head to look at his friends, and found the space next to him empty.

"Hey, where's Zatanna?" he asked.

"She teleported away when Barbara asked you to the Hallowe'en masked ball. I think she was really upset about it," said Artemis "Probably thought you were gonna say 'yes',"

"Why would she be upset?" Dick asked.

"Think, Fangs... She likes you, you blood-sucking idiot!" Megan suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone stared at her, she'd never spoken to anyone like that before.

"I've gotta find her," said the immortal vampire.

And, with that, Dick teleported away in a whirlwind of black dust.

Zatanna couldn't help but cry. Barbara was probably the girl Dick was crushing on. They probably hadn't noticed she was gone. The young witch wiped her nose and curled up in the large armchair by the huge fireplace in the ancient, academy, library.

"I wish I hadn't transferred from Fear High in New York to here, Terror Academy..." she whispered.

"I'm sure glad you did," came a voice.

Zatanna looked up to see Dick standing on the armchair's arm while leaning on the back, propped by his elbow.

"Where's your date to the ball?" Zatanna asked.

Because the library had no windows for sunlight, Dick had taken off his hooded leather-jacket and gloves. So he stood there, in jeans, short-sleeved t-shirt and his hypnosis proof mask.

"I don't have one," the immortal Prince said.

Dick thumped down to the armchair's arm. He sat, cross-legged, holding his ankles. Zatanna looked at him.

"Then why are you here? Shouldn't you be with whoever it is you like and be asking her to the Hallowe'en masked ball?" the witch asked.

"That's what I'm doing," said Dick, smiling at her.

Using some unnamed vampire ability, Dick produced a blood-red rose out of nothing and presented it to Zatanna.

"Dick!" she gasped.

"Zatanna, will you go to the Hallowe'en masked ball with me?"

"On one condition,"

"You name it, anything you want,"

"Let me see your eyes..."