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“I’m not a child, not now.” Gar says through gritted teeth, wishes that he knew some way of making his body unclench, un-ready itself for the fight. The animal instinct doesn’t know if it’s backed into a corner yet. “But it will mean something, a whole city got wiped off the map in the process--what if it happens again? The Joker’s not the only deranged psycho in the world.”
“ justice was served, what more is there to discuss ?? ” the ‘implications’ of the incident aren’t lost on mera, but how man chooses to construe a necessary evil is beyond the point. it was, of course, necessary. “ there’s no version of the conversation i’m interested in. ”
“It’s not about if it was right to kill the Joker,” Gar sighs and drags his hands down his face, wants to fold in on himself until all of this is over--or whatever is going to happen now happens. “It’s about what happens to Superman now, as if he didn't do us all a favor.”
“That’s not what I mean,” He huffs and drags both of his hands through his hair. He’s the good natured one, the one always ready with a joke or a positive comment to pick up the morale, he doesn’t know what to do with frustration and anger. How could they have let this happen? They were heroes, and what good was that title if people still died?
“I’m not useful here--I can’t heal people or breathe through radiation, no one needs a tiger or a bear or whatever right now.”
“I--I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.” Gar is no stranger to tragedy, but this feels so much bigger than his parents, or the Doom Patrol, or his damn skin being green, this is a hole just got ripped through all of them. He wrings his hands, shrugs his shoulders.
His mood instantly brightens when Vic’s form leans over him, and he rolls his eyes with fondness. “This is why my millennial ass is always on that phone.” Gar squawks when the box is removed from where he definitely hasn’t been cradling it close to his chest. “You are my best friend in the world, don’t act like you don’t know that I didn’t stop to read the label. I still haven’t learned my lesson about choosing things with teeth over things with claws, I gotta get the taste of person out of my mouth.”
“You on Watchtower duty or do you have a minute to hack Uber Eats for me?” He grins and snatches the box back, raises an eyebrow.
“Did you say something?” Gar pulls one of his earbuds out, pauses in his pursuits of shoving handfuls of dried cereal into his mouth. Milk is a fools errand, the product of an uncreative mind who doesn’t like their sugar products a little on the dry side. Or someone less lazy than he is right now.
“And don’t give me that millennials always be on that phone look. Or that that’s disgusting what is he doing look--I know what I’m about.”
“IS IT SUPPOSED TO LOOK like that?” the question slips out of his mouth before he can stop it– maybe it was none of his business but he was curious. his head tilts slightly, brows furrowing and he waits a beat before, “i’m pretty sure it’s not supposed to look like that.”
“You would know better than I would.” Gar shrugs as he pops back into his normal form after his best attempt at a beetle. “I don't like doing insects, I feel creepy and crawly for hours afterwords, you don’t just get over suddenly having like a million legs. Plus unless they provide you with super cool armor they aren’t worth much in a fight.”
“You think I should try like--movie monster sized insects? I wonder if I could...”
“It means you shouldn’t insult the person who so generously offered you food.” He rolls his eyes again and shakes his head. “And you’re from Gotham dude, I wouldn't go throwing around carrying diseases as a joke.”
He shrugs his shoulders and grins, dishes out two portions of the food and slides a plate over in his direction. “I could do that, or I could accept one of the fundamental tenants of my personality, and recognize it as a result of my particular upbringing.” Gar is not as stupid as he looks thank you very much. “Since you’re here though, I’ll keep it minimal.” He waggles his phone and starts scrolling through it.
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“I mean, not wrong, but he’s not like--aesthetically displeasing. Plus, I will always beg that I was raised in the literal jungle by a team of the people nobody wanted--I had minimal experience to work with.” He shrugs his shoulders and laughs brightly, feels his cheeks warm.
He shrugs his shoulders again and tilts his head thoughtfully when he gets asked about fake creatures. “Pokemon are technically animals, which is in my wheelhouse. As far as I know the only limit is if I haven't actually seen a particular animal, or like--inanimate ones. Can’t do teddy bears.” That’s the problem with rare illnesses that turn you green, you tend to be alone in the what the hell can I actually do stage.
Rani pipes up and he turns his attention back, pouts so his fangs are covering his top lip. “I’ll settle for top three, name your favorite animal and I’ll make it happen.”
THERE’S NOTHING QUITE LIKE the thrill of fighting- hand to hand combat, getting your knuckles bruised and bloodied- especially when the odds seemed stacked against you. if there was anything in this world that mia loved doing, it was proving odds wrong. which made it all the more annoying when it seemed as if someone was going to insert themselves into her fight. the movement out of the corner of her eye has her bristling, eyes narrow behind whited out lenses and she makes quick work ( quicker than she would have normally done ) of the thugs, slamming her elbow into the nose of one and grabbing his face to slam against her knee, knocking him out. “i had it handled,” she says shortly, turning to face the other.
Gar doesn’t actually even do anything, just transforms into a grizzly bear and blocks any chance the goons have of escaping before Speedy can finish them off. It’s bad superhero etiquette to jump into someone else’s fight and start throwing punches without permission. “Hey man, I wouldn’t jump in uninvited! I just kept ‘em from avoiding punishment!” He says, transformed back into himself.
“It’s good to meet you though. I’m Beast Boy--Impulse said you were awesome and you definitely lived up to the hype.”
Gar rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to his cooking. If he doesn’t talk no one in this room is going to, and that is possibly the most unbearable thing he can think of. He grew up in the damn jungle, the only thing he knows is constant noise. “You ever hear the one about biting the hand that feeds you?” He says, raises an eyebrow.
“All right, you say I talk too much. What do you talk about--a normal amount? I don’t do complete silence dude, it makes me nervous.”
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“BEAST BOY,” damian walks up, hands resting on his hips. “what are you doing?”
“How much do I have to pay you to call me Garfield, or even better, just Gar?” Gar thinks it’s pretty obvious what he’s doing--he’s chopping vegetables and there’s a steaming pot on the stove, it’s not super complicated. “I’ve been craving stir fry, but there aren’t any places nearby that do it vegan. Hence.” He makes a sweeping gesture to all of his ingredients and shrugs his shoulders. “Unless you were talking about this--” He gestures to where his phone is playing. “Which is a podcast that got recommended to me. Kind of boring though.”
“You can have some if you want, might be a hot second.”
“I’ll tell you a secret, but you have to promise not to tell.” He says and leans in, puts a hand over his heart solemnly. “When I first joined the Titans I had a huge crush on Nightwing. He once asked me to train with him and he beat me every time because I couldn't think of any animals except farm animals.” He kind of still does have a crush on Nightwing, but he thinks that just might be a part of development as a human being--a universal attraction to Nightwing.
“The same thing also happened when I met my last girlfriend, but I won her over because I could also do Pokemon.” A pang of something he can’t name goes through his chest when he thinks of Terra, like it always does. He wonders if it will ever stop feeling like that. “Does that win me any points over new Beetle?”
“I mean, yeah, that’s kind of like the ultimate validation in our line of work.” He chuckles and feels his cheeks heat up. Other heroes his age--they have mentors, people who check up on them and guide them into being better versions of themselves. Gar’s only ever had himself, learned because he had to survive in the jungle or the Doom Patrol. Being league would mean that he didn’t need all that other stuff. “I mostly want to turn into an actual bat behind him when he speaks, swoop down from the rafters when he walks by, but the whole doing good on a universal scale thing is pretty dope too. Plus if I’m there I’ll just back you up all the time--be like we could listen to batman, but cyborg is more handsome and smart than he is?”
“You want a better impression, cheater?” He smirks and then shifts into a grizzly bear, bellows and swipes his paws before shifting back. “I haven’t figured out how to do inanimate animals yet but when if I ever do you’re getting roasted teddy bear style.” He shakes his head and wags a finger, smirk still on his face. “I watched you hack a vending machine and take all the skittles, just so Green Lantern couldn’t have any. You are not above anything.”
He’s kind of genuinely surprised until he remembers that Booster’s kid is technically an alien, so it kind of makes sense that she isn’t freaked out by him. He bounces around and rolls in the grass, wags his tail as happily as he can, barks excitedly and puts his front paws on the table like he’s trying to get a better look at the painting before transforming back into himself.
“Boost, I mean you definitely should get her a dog now, look at the talent!” He grins and ruffles her hair gently. “I’ve been working on a skateboarding dog trick, but I haven’t managed it yet without totally eating pavement. Four legs are harder to manage then two.”
“I just realized this, but I definitely want to be cooler than her uncle Jamie.” He grins wolfishly and takes the seat across from them on the park table.
