It was a cool wintery February in Gotham City. Bruce was sitting in the Wayne Manor watching the Red Wings' hockey game on NHL. Alfred, Bruce's butler walked in. "Master Wayne, you have a call from Mr. Logan Howlett." Bruce's face lit up. "Logan James Howlett? I haven't seen him in years." He muted the television, got up from his luxurious la-z-Boy chair and took the phone from Alfred.
"Hey Logan! What's up? I haven't seen you since my last trip to Canada. What's going on man?" Bruce said. "Hey Bruce. So I'm coming to Gotham on the thirteenth and I need a place to crash for a while until Scott gets off my ass." Logan scoffed. "Yeah, sure. You can stay as long as you want." Bruce replied. "Sweet, thanks bub, I'll see you then." Logan said before he hung up the phone. "Alfred, Logan is coming on Friday." Bruce said to the butler. "Let's just hope he doesn't drink too much this time." Alfred Pennyworth said in his badass English accent. "Let's hope so" Bruce said as he remembered Logan's last drunken fight with Cyclops at the Wayne Manor three years ago. Those two always seemed to be at each other's throats for some reason or another. Bruce then walked down to his sub-cellar he calls the "Bat Cave" so he could begin work for the day.
On Thursday night, Logan boarded the plane. He was so irritated by Scott; he was always calling him useless and not worth anything. Logan tried to just brush it off with booze, but it was getting to a point where he couldn't take anymore. Scott Summers wasn't worthy of the Wolverine. Logan knew that. So he left without a word. Scott was probably just menstruating again, and he'd probably be less annoying in a week or so. Either way, Logan needed this vacation. His mind was overworked with thoughts of Cyclops being an ass to him. He was mentally worn out, so he just fell asleep on the plane. The flight would take hours anyways.
While Logan was in his dreamscape, he couldn't stop dreaming about Bruce. It was the weirdest feeling that he had. He felt like there was something. Something real. Something more than all the one night stands with hot girls. Could it possibly be that Logan actually didn't.. like the girls? He thought he did, but while he was dreaming, he felt something he'd never felt before. It felt.. Real. The flight attendant spoke in to the loud speaker. "We have arrived at Gotham City." Logan awoke from his slumber. He was sweating and felt hot. He looked around. Nobody knew what had just been happening inside his head for the whole flight. Thank God.
A couple hours went by, and while Bruce was studying a case about a villain called 'Scarecrow', Alfred walked in to the Bat Cave and spoke to Bruce, "Master Wayne, Logan Howlett called; he should be arriving any moment now." "Thank you Alfred." Bruce said as he emerged from the luxurious seat at his desk. As the two were walking out of the Bat Cave, the sound of a doorbell rang throughout the entire monument of a house. Alfred twerked his way to the front door to let the handsome lad in.
