Campfire Stories!

Hurricane Burt (Part 1)

Because Clint wants another Batfamily story. And there is an actual category 4 hurricane coming and I'm scared. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Pic is Hurricane Irma coming for my house.

Staring: Bruce Wayne as Batman, Richard Grayson as Nightwing, Jason Todd as Red Hood, Tim Drake as Red Robin, Damien Wayne as Robin, Alfred as Himself

HURRICANE BURT COMING TO GOTHAM CITY

The bold headline flashed over the television screen. When hurricane "Burt" had first appeared, no one had really expected much of a threat. It was just a silly storm out in the Atlantic Ocean. Plus, how often do hurricanes even go to New England? Exactly.

But it was coming. Seriously. It was going to tear its way right through the states, somehow making its way all the way to New York. Great, right?

Bruce knew there was going to be trouble when Dick actually called him. Last they had spoken they had managed to get into yet another fight over some trivial crap. They hadn't spoken in nearly a month.

"Hey Bruce?"

Bruce Wayne was still in shock that Richard had actually called him. "Yeah, Richard?" he asked gently.

"So, they sorta kinda called an evac on this side of the river because... it's really unstable and... ya know, my apartment might get torn down..."

Bruce blinked in shock. That was why his eldest was calling? He needed a place to stay? He couldn't help but feel proud that Dick had called him. "Of course you can stay with us," he said. "Alfred and I need help with the storm shutters anyway."

There was silence on the other line. "Shoot, I forgot about those. Maybe I should just go to the Watchtower-"

"Oh, come on Dick. We need your help. Plus, Alfred and I are staying here to make sure the house doesn't blow into the harbor or anything. It would be nice if you could be here too."

"Are any of the others going to be there?" Richard asked after another moment of silence.

"I don't know," Bruce admitted. "But, just so you know, there are over 500 windows..."

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Jason stared at the burner cell phone in his hands. He couldn't believe he was doing this. This was stupid. So incredibly stupid. Why would he even... It wasn't like the man was going to let him in. Not after everything he had done.

He felt the strong urge to close the phone and focus on something else. Anything else.

But, for some reason, he didn't. Maybe it was the TV belonging to the cheeseholes next door announcing it was going to be a flipping category 4 hurricane, or the fact the other states it had passed through were devastated or some other cheese.

Jason dialed the number.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Hey, Bruce," Jason said with a deep exhale.

He could practically imagine Bruce's eyes enlarging. "Yeah Jason? What's up?"

"So, uh, I was wondering if I could stay at the manor...?" he asked. "Or are you just going to throw me into some asylum?"

"Gosh, no!" Bruce said, sounding oddly offended. "Of course you can stay! We still need to set up the other 369 storm shutters!"

Jason didn't say anything for a long moment. "Three hundred, sixty-nine?" he asked.

"Yeah. You don't realize just how many there are until you have to put a sheet of metal up on each an every single one of them. But, still, are you sure you want to come here?"