Campfire Stories!

Introduction: Let's Gather 'Round the Campfire

"Okay, why the heck aren't these matches working?!"

Everyone in the very overcrowded courtyard stared at the speaker. The figure was crouched by a huge piles of everything flammable: from branches to sticks to a mini pine tree that had been torn out of its pot to newspapers and plates to fence posts and the gate of the yard.

The figure struck another match and held it up to a newspaper that had the bold headlines: AVENGERS SAVE THE DAY ONCE AGAIN.

"Seriously, Red Hood, you can't even start a stupid little flame?" someone asked from behind him.

Jason Todd turned around and glared, mask to mask, with none other than Deadpool. "Do us a favor and shut up, Wade," he growled. "And it's not my fault, these matches are incredibly stupid!"

Red Hood and Deadpool were giving each other death stares when a fifteen year old boy with black hair and gray eyes popped up. He had a camo-colored jacket on, but for once the hood was pulled back to see his face. "Wait, that would be Narib's fault; I think those are the water matches."

Now everyone was glaring at Echo who gave a stupid grin before turning and screaming, "NAIRB, WHAT DID WE TELL YOU ABOUT MIXING UP THE MATCHES??! NOW WE HAVE 8 LESS MATCHES FOR THE NEXT TIME WE NEED TO SET SOME RIVERS ON FIRE!!!"

"Can someone just hurry up and start the stupid campfire?" a person wearing red Kevlar asked. Red Hood grinned at his good friend the Red Arrow. (anyone know any more "red" characters?)

Another figure wearing green kevlar and sporting a magnificent bow put a hand on Roy's shoulder. "Patience, Speedy," he said.

"Ah, shut up, Queen," a person who was wearing an iron suit with the mast lifted up said. Everyone looked at Tony Stark who grinned at the attention. "I think the kid has a point. When is this shin-dig even starting?"

"The Red Dragon is coming," a man wearing red kevlar and a mask with small horns on it announced. "She'll be here in about a minute."

"Thank you, Daredevil," none other than Batman said.

"Okay, but am I the only one who has ever noticed just how many heroes, or villains, like to use the color red as their theme? It got old, like, at least five years ago. Why can't we have, like, yellow themed heroes? Or purple? Or silver? Or rainbow? Or-"

"Ah come on, Wally (or is he dead? What? No... TECHNICALITIES!! SHUT UP!!) everyone likes the color red. It reminds us all so much of wonderful blood," a girl wearing a red hoodie and black sweats said. She had brownish blonde hair and gray eyes, about 14 or 15 years old.

"So happy you could make it, Red," Echo said with a laugh. "But still, I think everyone we invited is getting a little pissed at us, so let's begin!"

"Mmmm," Red said, rolling her eyes and grabbing a match, striking it, and throwing it at the pile of random trash.

It burst into flames spontaneously, lighting up the entire darkened courtyard.

"I hate you," Red Hood informed her as she looked over the large crowd of people from several different universes.

"Sometimes you gotta thank the Rift," she said. "I love these things. Also, I was wondering, are Slade Wilson and Wade Wilson somehow related? I mean, they both have the theme of death in their names and-"

"Hurry up before you have a riot consisting of many angry and annoyed superheros and vigilantes trying to kill you," Echo whispered while Deadpool glared at Red.

"Fine, fine," Red said. "So, like I told Spidey when he said he didn't want to come because it was probably a trap and we were probably going to burn him to a spider stake, we're just here to have fun! Tell crappy jokes, share pathetic, sad, scary, or plain stupid stories... Ya know, cool stuff!"

"I still can't believe I actually came," Peter called from somewhere in the back.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Red said. "That is all beside the point. The point is that we are going to be lit, this is going to be lit, an we're going to tell lit stories."

"I still don't see why we're doing this," Clark Kent murmured somewhere in the crowd.

"*Cough* Blackmail *Cough*" Echo said, though it sounded like he was choking on a giant hairball or something.

"Shut up, Echo, we're going to begin. Now. Or else. No one is allowed to argue. Or else. NOW! Who's going to go first?!"

There was a vast silence. Very vast. Very. No one spoke. No one looked at Red. No one even moved. It was, most unfortunate, when someone started choking on their life somewhere in the crowd. Something like "PICK THE BATFAMILY."

Red grinned. "Great idea, Clint! The batfamily gets first tell! Come on, Bats, it's your story! Make it lit!"

"Why did I sign up for this?" Batman asked.

"Anyone want hotdogs?!" She asked, excitedly as all the superheroes and vigilantes gathered closer around the campfire as the night officially began.

"I need coffee," Bruce Wayne announced.

"I need some weed."

Don't know who said that one.

So, this is going to be lit. I think. But, FYI, I don't know very much about a lot of the characters (ex. deadpool) or, like, comics. Sorry. So, don't expect a whole lot. I don't have the time to read those.

TO BIOLOGY!!! YAYA!!!