If the dark blue Jaguar parked outside on the front lawn is any indication -- come on, the line of cars waiting to reach the valet was ridiculous -- Richie Grayson has unceremoniously arrived at Bruce Wayne's Halloween Masquerade. Why not Halloween Massacre-ade, Bruce? Get into the holiday spirit. You may even have some fun.
Richie takes it back. There's no fun to be had here.
He leans in a wide doorway, nursing a drink and playing the bored son stuck at his rich father's stuffy party to such a perfect degree one could think he is the real deal. One would be very smart. Thankfully, his role comes with the expectation that he will bail early for more exciting things. Ambushing Firefly in his not-so-hidden hideout as Nightwing is the excitement on Richie's late night menu, but that is still not for some time. With a quiet groan, he adjusts his pirate hat and pushes off the doorframe. One of his eyes is covered by a patch with a silver Jolly Roger emblazoned on its front. A blood red sash wraps his waist, holding a cutlass to his hip. All should beware Cap'n Tuxedo -- the curiously well-dressed terror of the high seas.
Braving the turbulent sea of Bruce's smug society guests, Richie seeks out his one hope for entertainment. He interrupts Babs' conversation with a Wayne Enterprises executive by grabbing the handles of her chair and pushing off with her. He does this with his best -- but utterly unenthused -- pirate impression. "Arrr. I be commandeerin' this here beauty from ye. Avast an' shiver some timbers."