*GAR / BEAST BOY

Garfield Logan. Beastboy

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tiigrxss‌:

Despite the amenities that came with Wayne Manor, Artemis couldn’t really hide the extent of her injuries while bandaged up. in bandages, and the tanktop she wore hung lose around her collar, where the new X slash was beginning to heal. Her torso is padded, legs are covered, and wrist wrapped securely. She sat on the bed with a book, closed once she heard someone coming. At seeing Gar, her eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but she smiles, even if it is a little nervous, “Hey,” she greets, gesturing him in, “sorry,” she blurts out, unsure where to begin, “I… I don’t know what you know, but I’ll answer anything now. no more lies. I’m back.” [ @bcastiebcys ]

There was mostly confused about the whole situation. Artemis was in the Wayne Manor, which he managed to get into, but Artemis? There was something up, something that Gar didn’t quite understand yet. He managed to get a text from Dick --- though Gar hadn’t read it all the way. He caught onto Artemis and Wayne Manor and he didn’t understand why Arty was there.  Something happened, Garfield figured as he managed to walk into the room, eyes settling on her broken figure. “You’re back?” The words fall from his mouth in shock. But his gaze sticks to her injuries because that’s what’s more important. Her wellbeing. Her safety. “You look like you’re ready to walk the catwalk,” Gar teased lightly as he let out a sigh. “What happened, Artemis? Why are you here? Why are you hurt?”

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bcywcndr‌:

“Gar…” Dick frowns and shakes his head immediately. “You didn’t fuck up, okay? It’s.. never easy to see a former teammate when they’ve switched sides.” While Dick knows the truth, while he knows Artemis isn’t truly against them, he can’t just go around telling everyone that. The more people know, the more danger he puts Artemis in. He can’t tell Gar just like he can’t tell anyone else on the team - but that doesn’t mean he’s going to let Gar beat himself up like this. “The toxin effected so many people in there. It’s not your fault, and no one is blaming you for this.”

It was foreign, not being able to joke about things he wanted to avoid. But this was one thing that Gar couldn’t joke about. He couldn’t manage to take Artemis in, just like he couldn’t help people during the party. Failure is what his mind shrieked and Gar believed it. He would only drag the team down more. “That’s still fucking up, Dick. Or messing up, who knows. I could have gottene her because she knows us and who knows what secrets she’s spreading around.” He wasn’t sure he believed that maybe it was the hurt and betrayal speaking. “I’m not talking about the fear toxin.” No jokes, but that was part of it too. A massive part. Because while people were helping others, he was entirely useless. “Whether Artemis turned her back on us or not, it’s our job to make sure that we get the bad guys.” And he couldn’t even do that. 

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bcywcndr‌:

“Here you go -” Dick sets a cup of water on the table in front of them before settling down in his seat, watching them with a kind but concerned expression. “Why don’t you tell me what happened?”

It was shaky nerves at this point, slight nightmares from the dumb halloween party, from allowing himself to believe that he wasn’t good enough. Which was true, he was the weakest link in the team and no matter what anyone said, he knew that he was right. “I fucked up, big time.” He wasn’t going to come clean about not being able to save his friends, how he was actually paralyzed in fear and unable to be a hero during the event. “Artemis was here, not here, but I could have gotten her. I could have brought her in and, and I didn’t. I let her go.” 

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eyeofthestrm‌:

Ororo had been busy trying to get people out of the building before it was too late. She could see that some of them were immune just like her, but she didn’t have time to ask questions about how that was possible. She knew who was a mutant and who wasn’t but she also knew that not all mutants were immune. That she could see in the face of the young man before her that was freaking out over whatever he was seeing. “Hey hey” she started and that was when he turned into a fox, her eyes widening as she looked around. It was so hard to see any exists in the smoke, that was what annoyed her the most. All she wanted was to be able to get people out quickly. And using her powers were hard enough because she couldn’t focus due to the element of stress surrounding her. “Look at me” she told the boy. “Everything is gonna be okay, just follow me”

They were all dead. Every. Single. One. And there was nothing he could do because he couldn’t save them. He needed to look elsewhere, anything but the bodies that were littered on the ground, all of them staring expectingly at him. As if they were begging Garfield to help and save them, a feat that he wasn’t able to pull off. He swallows thickly, and glances up at the other. He doesn’t dare look down at the ground, well aware of what he would see. He takes a breath and forces himself to shift back. He isn’t sure what hurts the most, but everything aches. His mind. His heart. His body. Everything. He shakes his head again and swallows. “I can’t. I can’t leave them behind. I.... I need them to be okay and they’re not.” 

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princesspowerfl‌:

‘This is your fault, Molly! Why do you always have to act like a little kid?!’ She heard her friends taunting her, and Molly couldn’t stop the tears, sobs shaking her body, and she shook her head rapidly. She had no idea what was going on, how they’d even found her. But now, Pride had her friends, and they were taking them back home to do who knows what to them. Probably to kill them too, another sacrifice for their screwed up plans. They knew too much, after all.

She’d already lost her parents, lost Gert, and now she was going to lose everyone else. She knew in the back of her mind that she could help. That she could force the doors open, but the fear clouded her judgement. Told her she’d only make things worse. How could she help anyone when she still acted like the scared little girl she’d been when she first found out? Opting instead to find a corner to curl herself up in, she found a small green fox in the corner, and she pulled him into her lap, her arms wrapping around him.

“W-we’ll be okay, w-we…. it….” She stumbled over her words, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry….” She sobbed, not even sure what she was apologising for.

It was easier to deal with grief when left alone. There was too much screaming, too much sobbing, and all of it probably was from the bodies that were littered on the ground. Of the people that were his friends, the people that he loved, the people that were his family.  They were nothing more than bodies that were cold to the touch and it was because he couldn’t save them. It was from the toxins, somehow they were targetted, and..... Gar jumped slightly when someone pulled him into their arms. 

He couldn’t morph back --- well he could, but he was too tired. His mind had slowed, processing only what had happened and the fact that the girl was crying. And he was shaking and the fur beneath his eyes were damp and so was his nose. It didn’t matter though, he could barely process words, so he ran his head gently beneath her face, trying to rub the tears away. 

He didn’t know what he could do in the moment. Everyone he cared about was gone and he was the only one left, only one to say the names of those who passed, and the only one that could tell their future kids stories of their friendship that ended too soon. All that mattered was calming the other and Gar rubbed his head against her again, licking at her hand gently. It’ll be okay, he wanted to say, but hope was something that Garfield had managed to lose too. 

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tiigrxss‌:

the images seemed to always be just out of reach, but no less vibrant. there was a point near the beginning where she wasn’t sure if she was following instinct to escape, or whether she was following the flashes of friends around corners. perhaps if she could just get to them she could save them… when she turns to see a tiny green fox that doesn’t leave her vision after a moment. for the first time in several minutes, Artemis is able to ground herself, and she runs forward.

she forgets that only a handful of days ago they were facing off on a rooftop while he demanded answers. her hands finally are able to land on something solid in front of her, and all at once she scoops him up. she cannot hide the trembling in her arms as she does so, “Gar! Gar, please be okay,” she chokes out, finding a moment of composure for the in the hell that ensued after the gas was released, “Gar– something isn’t right–” because though she was terrified now, Artemis Crock had known fear before. with something solid to anchor her down, she tried to make sense of this, “I keep seeing everyone– everyone–” she shakes as she takes in a breath, “but too many times for it to be real, right? too many different–” bloodbaths is what she wants to say, but can’t manage it, instead crying and squeezing her friend as the terror continues to run through her like ice.

It didn’t matter if they were supposed to be on the opposite ends of the same coin. It didn’t matter that Artemis had betrayed him and the team because she was alright. The scents were overwhelming when there was an abundance of people, but he always knew his teams. Always knew where to find someone he cared about when it came to troubling times. He was still shaking by the times that she picked him up, head no longer is hidden beneath his tail but burying itself into her hair. Any place so he didn’t have to see everyone he cared about dead on the ground. 

But maybe it’s her shaking that brings Garfield out of it. He’s still shaking by the time he morphs back, hands wiping the tears from his eyes and hardening himself again. He’s here for her, just like those many nights where he held her as she cried or explained stories. “They’re dead.” It was the only thing that he could say. He refused to admit that it was his fault. That he failed to save them. But his eyes glanced over and he winced, taking in the bodies as he took a slightly frazzled breath. “They’re all.... they’re all dead, Artemis.” And his voice cracked because this wasn’t something he could keep himself composed with. There was a death in their family, making them the only two survivors and.... Gar had failed everyone. 

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silveramazon‌:

Everything seemed fine the whole evening. Donna had been dancing, enjoying the pure honest fun but then out of nowhere the room went dark. At first she thought it might just be some kind of holiday surprise as what she assumed was fog filled there room, but then she heard the screams. People began breaking down all around her and while she felt a rush of small anxiety fill her veins, the amazon didn’t understand what might be affecting everyone.

Then she noticed the henchmen filling up doorways and knew more trouble must be ahead. Eyes dashing around the room, the warrior quickly spotted a familiar green figure curling up only a few feet away. Hopping over a couple other party goers she made her way until her arms could easily swoop the green fox into her arms. “ Garfield, its Donna. Can you hear me? ” Pulling him in tight she dashed off through one of the open doorways into a new labyrinth. “ Stay with me okay? I’m going to get us through this. ”

Garfield knew what his fear was for a while now. Especially with the growing knowledge that he wasn’t good enough, that he was the odd puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit into the groups like the others, but also the constant belief that he was a failure. And it wasn’t just anyone he had managed to fail, it had been his team. Their lives were broken and lost because he couldn’t protect them. He didn’t even notice the arms that lifted him up, once ready to kick and scratch away, but instead, just letting it happen. It was defeat running through his blood and mind, not knowing what he could do because everyone he cared about was dead and he hadn’t been able to save them.

Failure, a voice seems to ring out and there’s a whine as Gar tries to bury his head further into her arms. The shakiness of the motion cause Garfield to glance up, body still trembling, but scattering upwards and out of her arms. The motion itself was enough to cause him to become more nauseous, along with the sight of the bodies that he saw on the ground. But they were left behind and Gar shifted back, arm braced against the wall as he winced. “They’re dead, Donna.” Voice broken and barely able to pronounce the words without a sob, Gar shook his head. “We....we can’t  get through this. Because all of them, our whole team, they’re all dead and I didn’t do anything. I couldn’t save them.” 

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He was shutting down again, a phenomenon that only happened when he was alone during the night. But he didn’t know what happened. The lights had turned off, the doors slammed shut, and there was smoke everywhere and then.... there was his team and Garfield knew that he failed. He couldn’t save them. He couldn’t. Artemis. Wally. Dick. Tim. Kori. Dick. His team that he was supposed to help lied on the ground and Garfield didn’t know what to do. There was a choked sob in his throat, his body retreating until he felt the coldness against the wall. 

He knew that he wasn’t good enough for starters, but he didn’t think he was this much of a failure. “Get up,” Garfield murmured, voice cracking as a tear trickled down his cheek. They were gone, just like Dick had once been gone, but for good. His head shook, fingers pulling at his hair. He needed to be smaller, he needed to... he couldn’t. His mind was in a thousand directions, panic, loss, anxiety, the knowledge that he was right all along, regret, and sadness. He couldn’t look. He couldn’t do anything -- much less save his friends. His shift was quick and small, with the need to curl up and away from the scene. A fox seemed easiest, the bushiness of the green tale able to cover his eyes as a whimper sounded. There was no point in doing anything if he couldn’t save his friends, how could he help save anyone? “I can’t,” The words sounded with his eyes squeezing shut. 

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 wllcewest‌:

“What were you just saying about how you don’t talk that much?” Wally was teasing of course, evident by the smirk spread over his face as he looks at his friend. He never takes his friends for granted, knowing that his life is always infinitely better with them in it then the opposed. He keeps the expression spread over his face as they talk, and walk. “Yeah watch the language. I don’t need them running around shouting profanity.” Although you can’t always help that, but he would he can. They finally reach the game though and he gets settled. “Alright, you’re real confident over there, huh?”

Jutting out his tongue at his friend, he glanced at the two kids and back at Wally. “You’re lucky that the kids are here, because it it might start with ‘f’ and end with ‘u-c-k” and it’s certainly not firetruck.” Gar spoke lowly, but loud enough for the kids not to hear him. “I’ll leave someone else to do the cursing, but like I said, I’ll still kick your butt.” Settling himself down and wriggling his eyebrows to the kids, he threw down a  few dollars for the two of them to play. “Let me know when you’re ready to lose, West.” But his words were cut off by the noise of a bell going off, the indicator to start, and Gar found himself concentrating harder than before, unwilling to let himself lose.

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tiigrxss‌:

She should have known she wouldn’t make it. He may not be the fastest man on Earth, but Gar had his own rather impressive ways of catching her. After all, she was just a girl with a bow and a sword. As she stopped in front of him, her hands fell to her side uselessly. Truthfully, yelling would be easier to deal with than this. Screaming and yelling , hell she’d happily take a fight once her chest contracts when he mentions family. Their family of misfit super teens. After all, Artemis Crock has very little real family left that are willing to accept the real her.

“Gar–” there’s a flash of uncertainty on her face, because he’s heard it all. He’s heard her late-night speeches on Lawrence and his philosophy and ways of being. He’s heard her grapple with good versus evil since she was a lost teenager on his team. “I don’t want to fight you either, but you know I can’t let you take me in, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she’s careful to leave her hands at her side though, not reaching for her crossbow or sword. She holds his gaze, stony expression returning, “you still have each other,” and her expression is stubbornly, icily blank as she continues, “but that life wasn’t for me, we all knew it,” though her head is aching again and she hates the lie, hates lying to him specifically, she must. “just– please let me go. Please– don’t make me fight you,” and if she was asked? She’d blame the concussion, exhaustion creeping through her to put her in a state to ask to escape. 

He didn’t want to do this. He could feel his heart aching, the way that they were supposed to be a team. She was supposed to be good, goddamn it. She wasn’t supposed to fall into those tendencies and there was a brief interrupting thought that maybe they were the ones that failed her. That he didn’t help her during those times that she mentioned her struggle and... Garfield’s eyes glanced back at Artemis, realizing that he had lost his own focus. That he was letting his thoughts get to him again. A reminder that he was his own distraction and another plausible cause for slowing their team down. Their. The thought never registered in his mind because Artemis was part of the team, yet, her standing right in front of her was the firm reminder that they were no longer on the same side of a coin they once shared. 

“I think you know how this should work by now, Artemis.” Arty, the nickname left behind from when she once left. He couldn’t do that to himself, his mind was already fragile and he couldn’t allow himself to have more emotional damage on the sore topic. “We take in the bad people, Artemis and I don’t want to, but you’re not exactly on  the good side anymore.” Each word felt as if he was throwing his own dagger into his chest. “We might still have each other, but we also have a giant tear in our relationship because some Tiger decided to claw her way out without talking it through.” It was him giving into his emotion, his temper rising slightly as he shook his head. “Do you even hear how ridiculous you sound right now? Do you remember our late night conversations, about Lawrence, about your own struggle? This isn’t you.” He knew his voice cracked, a horrendous habit that happened when he was upset. “I can’t let you go, Arty. You would know.” He paused, a breath withheld at her nickname and his eyes closed. He couldn’t fight her. He couldn’t do this. “Go.” That was it, if he couldn’t face his demons, there was no use in fighting them either. It would just be a firm reminder of a friend that he lost.

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mistressamxrica‌:

it’s no secret to those who now her that america’s patience is short, and her temper is even shorter. public transport helps neither of those things. there’s some shitty busker on the platform, and her train is nearly ten minutes late, and she is simply fuming. of course, she could just rip a hole in the dimension and step through to her apartment, but that’s a little… conspicuous. and she’s trying to keep a low profile, just this once. “i’m gonna lose it,” she mutters to herself, spinning around, “and if that douchebag doesn’t stop playing wonderwall, i think it’ll be him who catches the worst of it.”

He didn’t realize that he was humming wonderwall beneath his breath, always finding the tune quite catchy. Headbuds in ear, Garfield murmured another verse of the song, not quite aware that he was doing such out loud. But when the other spoke, he caught some of what she was saying. Douchebag, playing, wonderwall, him, the worst of it. It was enough to piece the sentence to together, but he pulled the earplug from his ear and raised his hands up. “Woah, woah, woah. Easy there. I didn’t even know it was that loud, it’s just, you know, catchy?” Taking a step back, Gar offered a small smile to counteract the fact that he had gotten on her nerves. “See? No need for violence. I’m all bark, I mean, at the moment, usually sometimes I bite. It depends on the day of the week.”

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wllcewest‌:

“Hey now you have someone that can keep up with you.” Wally says while reaching over to mess up Garfield’s hair a little before pulling his hand back to his side. He back to walking next to the kids though, shaking his head. “You really think you could handle it?” He pauses for a moment, wrapping arms around the twins again. “Nah, I’d never give these two up. I think running errands sounds fair.”

“Hey, I don’t don’t talk this much!” Gar muttered, wrinkling his nose as he lowered his head out of the way of his friend's hand, emitting a small laugh. “Like, I’m going to need surgery or plastic surgery after they’re done talking my ear off. It could be a lawsuit, you know. Logan vs. West. It could be like.... you know, that one where, uh...” Rubbing the back of his neck, Gar went back to ruffling the kids hair as he smirked at Wally. “Do ya’ really think I would start throwing out bets if I didn’t know I can whoop your a-- butt. Right, kids and language? In check.” Coy smirk, he let out another laugh as Wally wrapped his arm around them. “I don’t think I’d be able to catch up if you did, so it’s good that you won’t. But great! Prepare to meet your doom, Wally West.” Gar mentioned, finally making it to the game. “Kids, get ready to watch the best butt-whooping you’ve ever witnessed.”

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tiigrxss‌:

this time? she wasn’t even doing anything bad. she was still trying to shake off the concussion she’d managed to get from her utterly brilliant plan of partially blowing up a building to make sure wally didn’t get hurt. now Artemis simply decided to be on a roof to think. it was harder with her concussion, and even cut short when the hawk she was tracking ( peacefully, with a little smile, a moment of calm in the chaos her life was now ) came closer… because it was definitely green, and not just from the city lights, which would also explain why it was now seemingly coming right towards her. [ @bcastiebcys ]

“shitshitshit,” Artemis straightens and turns, cursing under her breath as she begins to run towards the roof entrance. if she’s being honest, fighting her old teammates got harder and harder with each blow she gave one of them, and fighting Garfield Logan right now was liable to be extra hard on her, especially after how hard he would try to make sure she was alright after Ollie’s ‘death.’ Well, now Ollie Queen was alive again, along with Dick of course, and her reasons for staying underground were running short… not that she could explain this to him, of course.

It was another restless night, where sleep didn’t seem to come during the quiet hours of the night that were replaced with the loudness of his own thoughts. He needed air, to escape his cruddy apartment and equally damaging thoughts. The sky was always his go-to, a place where people looked up and couldn’t recognize his green wings and how he didn’t fit in with the norms of society. But then, there was a silhouette at this time at night, and as he drew nearer, wings gliding nearly silently, he felt as if he had been shot out of the sky. It was as if an arrow lodged its way into him, but as he noticed the turn of her body, Gar realized that she was going to run. Heart surging, he quickened his dive to the ground, eyes scanning with deliberation as she seemed to zone in towards the entrance. 

A warning cry fell from the beak of the eagle that he was morphed as, before shifting back to himself, falling quickly to his feet as he turned to the other. It was hurt that put him there, the glare hiding the real pain of knowing that a friend, a teammate, a part of his family had betrayed him. He was used to the death of his own family, but this was worse. It was knowing that she was still alive, that she threw all the trust he had for her away, and Gar couldn’t help the short breath of air. “I want to be wrong about this, but do you always run.” There was a tug in his words, jaw tensing. “What the hell, Art. You keep running, all you do is run, you run from us to join them. Just.... stop running.” He wasn’t sure whether to be in a defensive position or not, if he was supposed to be offensive or not. “I don’t want to fight you,” Truth and statement, eyes catching onto her owns. “Why are you doing this, Artemis? This isn’t you, I.... You’ve hurt everyone. We’re supposed to be a family and you’ve broken that.” 

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wllcewest‌:

“Yeah, they like to do that.” Wally didn’t see anything wrong with it though, it was sweet to see how excited they were to spend some time with Garfield. He follows his friend toward where he can only assume is the direction of this game. “Oh? Those are some fighting words, Gar. You want to place a bet on it?” His children were giggling of course at the comment from Garfield, but he doesn’t mind. He likes a good bit of teasing actually, so he doesn’t mind playing along. 

It was amusement for all the words, usually, he was the one that was able to talk for miles on end. There was still a laugh as they managed to talk, quick responses, teasing remarks, a smile that never faltered. “If there’s a class of talking, I think both of them with get a solid A.” Smirking, Garfield kept walking backwards, head glancing over his houlder to prevent bumping into anyone. “You bet! How about your first born?” Joke --- Garfield knew he wasn’t suitable to raise a child on his own. Not to mention, he wanted a mean, green, fighting machine that wasn’t the Hulk. And wasn’t mean. The smile only grew, his shoulder shrugging. “Name your price. I’m thinking you run errands for me for a week?”

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wllcewest‌:

It always seems like there was something happening, especially when you’re associated with two teams. The Justice League were always working on something it felt like, but he enjoyed the work. His children always took the opportunity to see all their favorite aunts or uncles. The kids saw Garfield and were already asking him a bunch of questions. “I think you had them at water balloons. I think they want to go try that now.”

He was already bent over, ruffing the little one’s hair with a smile that met his eyes, laughing at their eyes lit up, questions flooding his mind, and answering as best as he could. Finally, he glanced up at Wally with a growing smile and shake of his head. “You know, they really talk your ear off, don’t they?” Pushing himself up from the ground, his hands ruffled their hair again as he started to walk backwards. “You know, Wally and lil West’s. You’re going to have to beat me at water balloons. Plus, your dad has the worst aim I’ve ever seen.” A joke, but if it was enough to make the kids laugh, it was good enough for him.

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wllcewest‌:

@bcastiebcys !!

“You must know what would be the best place to have some fun around here, right?” Wally asks with a grin on his face, a hand resting on his children’s shoulders as they stand there. “I won’t complain about your puns for the rest of the night in exchange for the information.” He teases as he looks at his friend. It was truthfully good to spend time together, no crisis going on, just some wholesome enjoyment.

It was calming, the way that the festival didn’t cause as much stress towards the ‘hero’ gig. Eyes glancing downwards at Jai and Irey, a warm smile coating his lips. “The little dude and dudette!” Gar couldn’t help the smile, always enjoying his friend -- and teammates company, especially with the little ones. “Did you try the water balloons with the squirty guns? The shooting range? Cake Walk?” 

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bcywcndr‌:

“My jokes are completely fine, thanks. Way better than yours, but that makes sense. I’ve had years to perfect them.” He says with a chuckle, not all that phased by Gar’s words. He understands the surprise, though - this has been the last few months of his life, catching up with people who otherwise believed he was dead. It’s not easy to see that look in their eyes - most of them seem like they’re looking at a ghost. “I was working, why? Did you miss me or something?” Dick says with a smile, doing his best to keep things lighthearted. “Hey, even if I were going grey, it would be a great look on me. Not that I have to worry about that for years to come.”

“Your jokes might be fine, but I’m finer. And that ’s blasphemy! You can’t call me out like this, the roast was supposed to be saved for Saturday!” Waving his hand in the air dramatically, Garfield couldn’t help his own laughter sounding through, with his eyebrow arching. “Miss you? The other Titans and I were raging the nights away. I think we went through the whole liquor store one night.” Which was a lie, not that it wasn’t obvious. He was never good at lying, his voice always rising towards the end of his saying. “I guess you could say something along those lines, but me? You’re alright, not as great as me.” Gar responded, skipping over the dramatics, but keeping some in line. “I think your years to come have alright started, my dude. Soon enough, you’re going to have skunk hair and everyone is going to think that you use ‘Touch of gray’ hair coloring.”