The Bad Batch - Mini Stories

Late Again (Wolffe x Howzer) & (Hunter x Crosshair)

(Warning: Gun violence)

A small diner sat on the outside skirts of a small town, long ago it used to be nothing but ever since the big family known as, "The Fett's" moved in. The town has grown into something huge. Now a city, no longer a town. Jango Fett the oldest member made sure to invest in the town turning it into a holiday area meaning they are always busy but it also puts small businesses out of business. Those who moved in with the Fett's business wise were making loads of money while others who built their business themselves relied on each other and refused the offered money from the Fett business to be bought or paid to move.

One business in particular was a small diner on the outskirts of this city, it was fun by a group of friends who it had been passed down onto. The owner's son wasn't the best at keeping track of time, he had been like that ever since he appeared five years ago, escaping his ex-abuser. He was instantly welcomed back into the family and those around him kept him safe even from many who tried to get with him.

No one had a chance against the Havok family. They were strict and yet gentle with each other.

"Your late again"

A voice broke the individual out of their thoughts as they walked into the diner in biker overalls.

"Sorry Dad, It won't happen again"

"Sure, that's what you said last time"

"I'm sorry..."

"Tristan, I'm not mad. Gentle breaths"

Tristan looked up into the eyes of his father, the one who took him back straight into his arms after he escaped. The one and only Harold Grayson.

"Dad?"

"Yes son"

"Will it ever go away?"

"You will beat it, there will be a day you never have to look over your shoulder. You will be safe and I have told you time and time again, you are safe here as long as I and your brothers are here"

"There not my brother's"

"Hush you, there your adoptive brothers. Yes they maybe rascals but I am with their father so behave"

"Yes sir" Tristan mocked, saluting the man who could only laugh.

"Get yourself ready, we have some expected guests today"

"Dare I ask who?"

"The Fett's"

"Your funeral"

"More like yours son"

Tristan whipped around in confusion, "what do you mean by that?" He asked. Harold could only smile, "An old friend of mine I bumped into the other day goes by 99. His son has taken quite an interest in you" Tristan could only groan moving into the back room. "That's what you get for flirting, son" Harold laughed when his son only cursed.

"It's not flirting" Tristan whined leaning on the counter waiting for any customers.

"Nope, it's your personality" Harold teased just as his other son's walked in.

"Dad, Tris! Do you know where the go-karts are?"

"Casey, Sid. Do I dare ask why?" Harold said with a smile.

"Nope, it's best you don't know before the big bad wolf finds out" Casey grinned, putting sweets on the counter as an offer for the information.

"Tristan?"