“C’mon Derek! You’ve seen the movie!”
Never take any of my art seriously. I don’t :P
Derek didn’t know why he agreed to go out for Halloween this year but once again he’d been persuaded (and by persuaded he definitely meant black mailed by Lydia Martin the almighty queen of ‘I fucking hate this clever bitch’) to go to the pack’s costume party. Thus, Batman. It wasn’t too spandex-y like the rest of the superheros and Batman was dark and broody and badass - just like you, Stiles had mentioned one day and Derek may or may not have clung to that conversation they had about what superhero Stiles thought Derek portrayed when picking out this costume.
Of course, Derek had to walk because his Camaro was in the shop and Isaac had taken his Toyota to pick up Scott because he didn’t want their costumes to get messed up on Scott’s bike. Which meant, obviously to the gods that had a hate on for Derek, it had to start raining.
Finally, Derek was at the bottom of Lydia’s steps, damp and unimpressed and finding his costume clinging to him in the most uncomfortable ways when a Stiles dropped from the sky.
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