BBRAE Week 2017

Day 7: Doom Patrol

The flight over to Dayton Manor was a long one. With two rowdy ten-year-olds and a fussy newborn baby, all cramped up in a tiny jet plane, it made the trip all the more tiresome. After the five-hour-long journey, Garfield Logan landed the jet in the private hanger. As soon as he dropped the back loading, ramp on the jet, the two eager children chased each other out of the back of the plane. They were followed quickly by their mother, Raven Logan, who had in her arms a small baby girl, wrapped in a purple blanket.

"Maria, Mark, what have I told you about running off the plane?" Raven yelled after the twins as she tried to catch up to them. Her voice was strained as she fought to keep her emotions under control while also fighting back the growing headache she had developed during the plane ride.

"Oh Raven, dear, don't worry about it! They're just excited to see their Nana!" A sickenly sweet voice called out from the outside of the plane. The owner of the voice, a tall and skinny brunette, was squatting down, arms wide, as the two children ran into her embrace. Beside her was an equally tall man, standing rigid and wearing a blank face. Standing slightly behind him were two other males, one whose face was wrapped in what looked like toilet paper, and the other that looked more like a machine than a man.

"Sorry, Rita, they no better than to run out of the plane like that. They must learn to listen." Raven retorted as she approached the group of older heroes.

"The girl is right, Rita." The man standing next to the brunette spoke up in a firm voice. "They need to listen to their mother's orders."

Raven nodded her head in agreement. "Thank you, Steve."

The man ignored her gratitude. "If they start disobeying now, they'll be a major liability to their team later on."

Raven frowned at his added comment. "That's not quite what I –"

"Oh, is that my precious new granddaughter?" Rita interrupted as she stood up and moved her attention to the infant sleeping in Raven's arms.

Raven's frown deepened. "Yes it is, but she's been fusing for several hours now, and a finally just got her to sleep, so if you wouldn't mind waiting until – "

Again, the older women interrupted her as she reached over and pulled back the blanket to reveal a sleeping, pale and purple-haired child. "Oh she's adorable!" Rita swooned loudly, causing the child to fidget and awaken. The little bundle blinked opened her violet-grey eyes, before her face scrunched up and a loud screech pierced everyone's ears.

"And she's awake…again." Raven muttered as she began to try to calm the baby wailing in her arms.

"Here, Raven, let me. You look like you could use a break anyway."

Before Raven could object, Rita stole the baby from her arms, and walked off with the infant still crying over her shoulder. Raven was quick on her trail, trying to persuade her to return the screaming child. The rest of the gang followed them, as they all entered the mansion that was the Dayton residence.

A few seconds later, an exhausted green man, walked off the plane, holding several large bags of luggage and looking disheveled. He looked around the underground hanger for any sign of life.

The man let out a frustrated sigh as he waddled over to the door the others had walked through only moments before. "Oh welcome home honey, we missed you so much!" He mimicked a women's voice. "Welcome home son, can I help you with those bags?" He said, this time mocking a certain older male's voice. "Oh Garfield, thank you for getting all of our stuff! You're the best husband a woman could ever ask for!" He said in another girly voice.

"Good to see you too Mom! Thanks, Dad, I'd really appreciate the help! Oh Rae, stop it, you're making me blush!" He responded to himself as he went after his crazy family.

Yep, noting like a visit to the Doom Patrol.