It all started when Dick slid into the main TV room, singing 'Hawaii' by The Beach Boys while playing the ukulele. He was wearing the stereotypical Hawaiian tourist outfit consisting of a blue button up with floral print, tan shorts above his knee, socks up to his knees, sandals, a tan hat, and a lei.
"Grayson…what are you doing?" Damian rolled his eyes at the eldest Batboy.
"We are going to Hawaii! Bruce just told me! He's got a meeting tomorrow."
Jason raised an eyebrow. "And you're wearing that why?"
"Where did you learn to play the uke?" Tim questioned.
Dick shook his head. "All you need to know is that I've never been and we're going."
They froze. "You've never been? Goldie, even I've been!" Jason exclaimed, genuinely shocked.
"Okay! Go pack!" The boys snickered a bit, before running off to their rooms.
It took about two hours to actually get the boys in the same room with all their stuff. After the first hour, Bruce just sat down and waited.
Finally, the boys loaded into the limo and headed to the airport where their private jet was waiting.
"Alright guys. It'll take eleven to twelve hours so get comfortable, and please don't argue the entire time." Bruce stated, looking at Tim and Damian.
"Tt. As long as Drake stays away." The youngest mumbled.
"You're such a moron! You're the one who follows me around!" Tim growled out.
"Why would I ever follow an imbecile like you?" Damian argued.
"Are we there yet?" Dick asked, eager to arrive at the island.
Jason glared at the first Robin. "If you are gonna be that kid, we're gonna have a problem."
Bruce sighed, plugging in his earbuds and leaning back. "Only twelve hours…"
Unfortunately, that didn't happen. About an hour in, the pilot's voice came over the intercom. "I apologize for inconvenience, but we're having technical difficulties that might take a while to fix and to do so, we need to land."
Bruce cracked his neck, resisting the urge to groan. "Alright. Well, I can't miss that meeting…uh, we'll take public."
The boys groaned, but they got out anyways. They took a rental over to the airport.
"Why does this always happen?" Tim questioned.
"Hey! Don't jinx it!" Jason snapped.
Tim rolled his eyes, before whipping his head towards the window, something in the corner of his eye. "Duck!" He shouted, eyes wide.
Everyone listened. The roof of the car was ripped off by a flying motorcycle.
"Drake! Why'd you curse us!?" Damian hissed as Bruce screeched to a stop.
Said man sighed through his nose as the police came to talk to them. "Stay calm. Stay calm. Control yourself." He mumbled.
Dick raised an eyebrow. "Uh…you okay, B?" Bruce gave him a look. "That must be a no then…"
The police told them what happened. Some bank rover on a motorcycle tried to jump off the bridge and land on the highway. It didn't work. Finally the Waynes were allowed to go. Obviously, their rental was out of the question. After intense arguing, ("I say we take an Uber. Those people are chill." "Nonsense, Todd. Only a peasant like you would suggest such a thing." "Why you!" "No! Jason! Put down the glass! Damian, where'd you get a taser! Timothy stop provoking this! Bruuuuce!") they finally decided to just take the train to the airport, as the station was a couple blocks away.
Luckily the train ride only had some minor bickering and they got to the airport.
Jason was going through security when he remembered something. Of course, it was too late. The metal detectors went off.
"Sir, can you come over here?" The security guard asked.
Jason inwardly panicked, his pistol digging into his hip. "Uh…"
"Gun!" Another guard caught sight of the gun strapped onto Jays belt.
Bruce glared at his second eldest. "Jason Peter Todd!"
Jason winced. "I…forgot?"
So that's how Jason got kicked out and Bruce, wanting to make sure Jason didn't get in trouble, went with him. Dick, Tim, and Damian went onto the plane.
Team Land got on a bus, which Jason was not happy about.
"Only weirdos ride the bus willingly."
Bruce glared at him. "If you had left your gun, maybe we'd be on a plane. But no, we're on a bus, while people stare because I'm a freaking billionaire who should be on a stupid private jet!" He growled silently.
Jason pursed his lips and looked down. It took twenty more hours, but Bruce and Jay finally got to the coast where they got on a boat.
Bruce got out his phone to talk to Dick.
"Hey, are you close?"
"Uh…funny story. So…Jason want the only one to forget to tell us about something he tried smuggling onto the plane."
Dick stood in a police department, glaring at Damian, who crossed his arms, the monkey, duck, and snake he tried smuggling onto the plane in cages on the other side of the building.
"Way to go, Demon spawn." Tim hissed.
Damian growled back. "Tt. You were the one who cursed us, Drake."
Meanwhile… "I honestly blame Tim." Jason said, leaning against the boats rail, looking out onto the water. "He jinxed us. We should be good without that bad luck charm-"
THUD!
Bruce was honestly just tired. Please…please give me a break.
"Give us all your valuables!" A man shouted, a few of his friends, all with ski masks on.
"Pirates." Jay sighed.
Luckily, they were easy to take down.
And, fortunately, the Air Team was able to get back on a plane and both teams met each other at the hotel they were staying at.
Bruce looked at his watch. His meeting was six hours ago. He glared at all of the boys, who smiled innocently.
"We are never going on a vacation ever again."