wha-lloween?

Well, I do have a costume, but I have no idea what to do or where to go.

The costume, the Black Mask. The anti-Bruce Wayne. They were friends as children , but whereas Bruce's parents were murdered, and he became the machine of vengeance and a hero, Roman Sionis, the Black Mask, killed his own family and lived a life of brutal and self-indulgence. Contrasted to the Joker as the Dionysis to the Batman's Apollo, rather than the same force without the filter. It's a more overt form of what the Batman would be if his motivation were not premised on incident, but instead on will.

Unfortunately, this character has never been witten well, to the point where its motivation can be examined and its potential realized. Instead, he's been relegated to the pages of ugh, Catwoman, where he was recently killed off. So, Cheers to dead heroes. (What this is actually about is that I've already done the Joker when I was like sixteen, and this is not the year to be one of a billion Jokers, though I really wanted to. Again.)

The events??? Well, there's the Danger. And there's straight up beer. And my wee cousin, who insists on making me feel old by inviting me to rooftop parties in my own neighborhood. Okay. We'll have to see.