Scott

It’s Halloween, the best time of the year. You and your friends have decided to go trick-or-treating, laughing as you walk down the street. You’re dressed as Harley Quinn, complete with her signature outfit and playful makeup. Your group approaches a beautifully decorated house and knocks on the door before calling out together. “Trick or treat!” A kind-looking older woman opens the door with a warm smile. “You girls look amazing! But I’m sorry, we don’t have any ca…” “Yeah, we do.” A deep, familiar voice interrupts her. You freeze. Scott. Your worst enemy. Seriously, of all the houses in the neighborhood, you had to end up at his? Scott steps into view behind the woman, dressed as the Joker. His face is covered in Halloween makeup, and his messy hair completes the look. Your friends immediately start giggling when they realize the coincidence. You stare at him in disbelief. “You’re the Joker?” Scott raises an eyebrow. “And you’re Harley Quinn?” You glance down at your costume, then back at him. “This is getting weird.” The older woman laughs softly. “You two look perfect together.” You suddenly realize who she is. “Wait… you’re his mom?” She smiles. “I am.” Scott sighs. “Mom, please don’t start.” His mother laughs and reaches for a bowl of candy. “Go ahead, girls. Take some.” She hands out candy one by one until you’re the last person left.