The cold, damp October evening made Helen think of her mother. It was in weather like this that her mother used to take her by the hand and go with her house to house, trick or treating. Helen put her hands in her pocket and relaxed, glad to feel her mother’s hand in hers once again.
“Every parent steals their kids’ Halloween candy,” Thomas rationalized to himself as he dug out another Snicker bar.
“Just you wait,” his son hissed, hidden in the shadows of Wayne Manor. “I’ll tell the police it was a robbery.”