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As much as Klarion loved chaos, he hated storms.

He hated the loud noise, and the blinding light, and how angry it sounded. Everything about them was awful, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't sleep with one going on right outside his walls.

And so there he sat, curled up under the covers hugging Teekl to his chest trying to sleep. Just as his eyelids were ready to droop, a loud thunder clap sent them flying open again. Dammit.

Just as he was planning his escape to go eat the leftover cake Megan ha d made for the anniversary of the team, Teekl began to squirm in his arms, worming out of his grasp. He really couldn't handle this right now, and let out a sigh before wrapping his fluffy, Justice league-issued duvet around his shoulders and following his stupid cat out the door, to tired to run.

He was to tired to really care that his normal hair-horns were disheveled and bed-headed, to tired to care that he looked like death walking, and to tired to care that the stupid cat was leading him into a room.

Into Robin's room.

Goddamnit Teekl.

Yes, the Boy Wonder was up, typing on a computer in a pair of plain pajamas and his mask. Did he ever take it off?

The Baby-bat heard him come in, instantly ready for an attack, but softened when he saw who it was.

"Oh hey Klarion, what'cha need?" He asked, surprisingly not tired-sounding in comparison to Klarion's drooping eyes and tried voice. "Teekl led me here." He said, watching as the cat hopped onto the bed and sat there, staring at him expectedly. He simply rolled his eyes, scooped up the cat, and began to walk out. "Sorry for the commotion." he grumbled.

Then the lightning hit, followed by an ear-splitting crack of thunder. Teekl was dropped, Klarion froze, speechless.

"Hey, you ok?" Robin asked, looking up at the odd character. She shook his head, snatching up the indignant cat once again and leaving the room with a soft "Yea, sorry," Just as the door was about to close, a voice called out to him "Be a tree."

"Pardon me?" he asked, looking back.

"I used to be scared of storms, when I was little, and I used to pretend I was a tree, feeling my roots and branches stretch. Tree's don't fall during a plain old storm like this. Try that, maybe it'll work." He shrugged, looking back at his laptop.

Klarion, on a normal day, would retort with some witty, possibly mean retort and saunter off, but at the moment he was grateful, tired, and oh so ready for bed that he simply stopped, smiled slightly, and said "Thank you... and turn a light on. I don't want you going blind." he added in an afterthought. Robin let off a chuckle he'd heard oh so often on the battlefield.

"Alright Mom. Thanks. Goodnight."

"'Night. C'mon Teekl." And Klarion left.

That night was the first night in a very, very, very long time Klarion slept through a storm.