beast boy

Damian was going to kill Garfield. No one would know. He was good at fighting crime - he knew how to hide a body. He was a professional, damnit!

He also was grateful when his team mate finally jumped in. With the distraction caused by a green tiger jumped into their midst, snarling, Damian was able to break away, hooking the gun out of the hands of the gunman. 

“Thanks for the assist,” he acknowledged, backing so that his back was against Garfield’s. “Now that we’ve evened the odds a bit, let’s take them down.” He grinned. “You’re always such a great distraction, Beast Boy. Everyone loves animals.”

Garfield managed to morph back to his human form once some of the assailants scrambled off, while the brave handful still remained, waiting for the opportunity to attack. Now this they could easily handle, as long as none of them had sneaky powers up their sleeves. He hated when villains did that, only doing it to show off during the last possible second. 

“ — no problem, dude. Besides, they’re about to see you’re equally dangerous as a tiger.” 

Dick laughed, “Should I go get my gear so I’m actually a Titan? You know, since no one knows I’m Nightwing and all? And you’ll be bringing the Titans leader instead of a tired detective,” but he probably didn’t have time to change. Next time though. Then Gar could grin about bringing him twice without anyone knowing.

He suddenly realized that even though he’d been here for months, he hadn’t really looked around for much of anything unless he found it by accident while grappling from buildings at night. “You should look into being a tour guide,” he said, nudging Gar, playfully, “once you know enough about the city, you could take others through it and talk about it to them. It sounds like something you’d have fun doing,” something fun that he could kill time with. And maybe if they could be normal, they could learn to like New Gotham. But something in Dick’s gut told him normal wasn’t going to happen any time soon.

“Yeah, but does Nightwing actually eat?” Garfield retorted, teasing the titan leader. “As far as everyone else knows, he kind of just drops in out of the blue and kicks ass. If he shows up at a pizza place, it might ruin that deadly reputation, y’know?” All jokes aside, it would’ve been pretty funny ( and awesome ) if he convinced all the titans to go grab a meal while they were suited up.

“Dude, right? I feel like I should start a tour company or something — ” the green titan paused for a second, adding, “ — or maybe not, that sounds like a lot of work.” And right now, all he wanted was some pizza. “I can give you a tour later if you want, but first things first: how’re we getting to the restaurant?” 

“oh yeah, definitely. no arguments there.” donna believed that the younger titan had always been a source of positivity and reason back then, and he’s definitely still one now. she was glad that garfield was okay despite it all. “great. that’s great. there’s a bunch of new people that i’m still not used to, but it’s good to see someone i know again.” it made for better adjusting. she’s never been a big fan of gotham and it certainly doesn’t help that it was merged with new york of all places. “right now? i could really go for those donuts that these new yorkers always go on and on about.”

donna didn’t know how to approach the topic except to just pull off the band-aid and just get through with it. “for what it’s worth, i’m truly, truly sorry i left you guys like i did.”

“New people? Yeah, tell me about it. Who knew there were so many superheroes from other worlds?” Garfield asked, shrugging. It shouldn’t be a surprise to him, but that didn’t make it any less surreal. “Donuts? You got it, I guess they’re New Gotham donuts now. Weird, right? I mean, I haven’t been to actual Gotham so this is the closest I’m getting.” 

his brows shot up, a little surprised but not even in the least bit shocked. he’s been around supers—sorry, enhanced beings—for him to still be shocked about it all. but an animorph was something new. and the kid was definitely a lot more open than another shapeshifter he knew and worked with charles xavier and erik lehnsherr. “i see. that must come in handy. any particular animal that you like morphing into? puppies seem like an obvious choice but that could just be me.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool,” Garfield admitted, grinning. His powers were the result of his birth parents, the serum they had given him practically saving his life from a deadly disease. Sure, he might’ve turned green from it, but at least he could morph into animals. “I like big cats, they come in handy during combat.” 

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kory’s brows knit together as she looks over at gar in confusion. it’s clear by her face that she’s misunderstanding – lost in translation was a good word for it, even though her english was near-perfect thanks to her ability to absorb languages by touch. slang and jokes, however, were often missed by her despite this. “where is wally?” she says aloud. “he’s missing? do we need to look for him? i do not understand…” she frowns.

Oh, he knew that look. It was the ‘Starfire is confused’ look that the team had gotten to learn over time. “No, no, not that Wally. This Wally is actually named Waldo, and he’s a character from this book where you have to find him,” Garfield clarified, trying to explain the concept of that entire game. “The whole point is to find where he’s hidden across the pages. I’ll show you later, pretty sure there’s gotta be a copy somewhere in Hall of Justice. I mean, superheroes have to exercise their brains too, right?” 

ah, so it’s a kid. he had a sneaking suspicion that the person beside him was a kid. the buzzing from a device gave it away, and his steps were both light and heavy at the same time. maybe not a normal kid then. matt gave another smile to the young man, showing him his walking stick as he basked in the sun. “it made a different sound when i tapped it with this. sounded too hollow to be secured tightly.” the lawyer then tapped his stick on the cover of the manhole, letting him hear the anomaly in the sound. “it’s not too obvious to anyone but i’ve heard them enough to know which ones are dangerous—ah sorry, you’re probably not interested in that.” bright days always did make him a little bit more relaxed.

“Not interested? Are you kidding me? That’s pretty awesome! I mean, I have wicked good hearing myself. Not to freak you out or anything, but I can morph into animals,” Garfield announced, proud of his superpowers. 

it was a nice feeling to have someone other than dick and diana find out she’s back. she still doesn’t have an inkling of why she was alive again but she’s thankful nonetheless; donna wasn’t going to take that for granted. besides, if she was going to be here, she might as well look for answers about this whole worlds will merge thing. jesus, this is not the gotham or new york that i know. “it’s nice to finally hug someone other than dick,” she joked as she sat down. donna felt sorry for rachel and the rest of titans team. not knowing where your friend currently is is probably one of the worst feelings in the world. “well i hope she’s fine wherever she is. but it’s nice you’re doing okay. dick’s been feeding you guys, right? tell me if i need to kick boy wonder’s ass for you.”

“No offense to Dick, but I’m clearly the best hugger here,” Garfield replied, grinning. It was good to have familiar faces around, even if seeing Donna alive and well didn’t do much for his previous grief. Now that was something he’d have to figure out on his own, remembering the way he had cried over the whole thing. Needless to say, the green titan got too attached to people ; and he hadn’t figured out how to not let that happen yet. “Huh? Oh, yeah, we’ve been fine and Dick’s been busy. So everything is kind of the same around here.” The only thing missing were a few more titans and their tower. 

she didn’t hesitate approaching the shapeshifter, standing in front of him as she smiled softly. it was a conscious choice to let gar know after she settled down a bit, knowing he cried over her when she died—at least that’s what she heard. “in the flesh. i can say that, right?,” she said softly before letting out a chuckle. “i know you’re curious but trust, i don’t know why i’m alive either. but i’m here. is it too much to ask for a hug?” she asked as she opened her arms wide. “you guys okay? i…i heard rachel’s not around.” donna was worried for the younger titan in question but she could only hope that she’s okay, wherever she may be. “how are you holding up, gar?”

He couldn’t believe it — except he had to, for she was standing right here, all flesh and bones. Garfield went quiet for a moment, letting himself process the shocking news. Her explanation, however, made him blink. Of course, with all the universes colliding and the cities merging, maybe that had an effect on lives too? If there were portals that led dinosaurs into the city, why couldn’t people come back from the dead? He gulped, knowing that was a dangerous way to think ( to hope ). Still, he was glad that she was here, even if it seemed like one strange miracle.

“Yeah ... yeah, of course you can have a hug,” the green titan answered, practically jumping into her arms. She definitely felt real too. 

it was a nice day out—or at least it was better than most days. he didn’t hear or feel anything sinister, and he hoped it stayed that way for a bit. it was nice to be able to walk around new gotham without worrying if he was going to get mugged. not that they could, considering he had enhanced hearing, but it was nice to let down his guard once in a while. “beautiful day, isn’t it?,” he observed as someone approached him on the bench he was sitting on. “careful with that manhole though. it’s not secured. wouldn’t want you to fall,” he said as he pointed at the manhole in front of him with his walking stick.

Garfield felt his phone buzz, the onslaught of incoming notifications catching his attention. Considering he had nowhere to be and the weather was bright and sunny, he decided to take a seat on the nearby bench instead. The news updates on twitter were wild, the rumors about the billionaires hoarding supplies only growing more and more serious. “Huh? Oh yeah, nice day to be outside,” Garfield answered the stranger. 

Of course, he didn’t expect to have the manhole to be pointed out. Half the time, his animal sense would pick up on such things . . . but how’d this man know? “Whoa, how’d you do that?” 

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ever since she came back, she hasn’t really made an effort to let everyone and their mums know that donna troy is back to the land of the living. letting dick and diana had been her priority; all others were accidents. but she knew she shouldn’t delay meeting up with dick’s kids anymore. it was why she found herself in the hall of justice, leaning against the wall as she looked at the young shapeshifter in the room. “hey kid,” she finally called out to him and approached gar, a small smile on her face, “it’s been a while. how have you been?”

Given his animal sensations, he could already recognize someone approaching the green titan, except he assumed it’d be someone he knew ; someone who was very much still alive. The whole ‘being an animal’ and ‘being human’ parts of him collided sometimes, especially when it came to death and grief. The only difference was that animals could sense death, could have intricate rituals around mourning. Humans were another matter entirely — so when he heard Donna’s voice, he whipped his head around, shocked. 

“Donna?” 

Dick was very aware of what this looked like. What Gar was probably thinking about. The last time he’d been this obsessive had been when Deathstroke left them cryptic messages, proof he was stalking them, and messages taunting them when they couldn’t find him. He’d stayed up for days, obsessively tracking the man, drawing into himself. And realizing they had a little too much in common. Or maybe that was just one of the manipulations. It’d been frightening. These, on the other hand, were just rumors, things that could be easily diffused with the right strategy. But this had been personal the moment they targeted Bruce. He needed a break, and to be away from a computer. The more technologically-savvy members of his family could handle this. He had to concentrate on other things, but that was easier said than done.

He let out a light laugh, “Oh don’t worry, if it’s the best pizza in town, you won’t see me sleeping,” he assured him, rising from the chair and pulling his jacket on, getting ready to follow Gar out the door. His stomach churned, hearing just a slight change in Gar’s tone. It wasn’t enough for anyone else to notice, but he did. Right. He was always so busy now. He had to make time to be around people who cared about him. Instead, he plastered on one of his normal smiles, “You’ve had some pretty good finds in this mashup of a city, so I can’t wait to see what this place is like. Lead the way,”

Garfield waited him for get ready, leaning against the door frame. The longer they spent time staying here at Hall of Justice, the more he missed Titan Tower. Sure, things weren’t really the same — but the Titan Tower felt weirdly symbolic of a better time, better memories. He crossed his arms, not really rambling much, which was odd given how he usually ran his mouth to fill the silence. Or maybe the green titan had nothing to say, not exactly eager to dive into all the things that were left unsaid between both titans. Pizza made for a better conversation anyway. 

“You better not, I’m trying to get my picture on the wall of fame. I’m hoping to drag every titan member there until they make it happen, since I’m a loyal customer and all.” 

@bblogans​ : Gar sent to Damian: “ stop fighting. you’ll live longer.”

“That makes no sense,” Damian hissed, furious at himself for getting into this scrape. He’d been trying to stop a small band of criminals who turned out to be better equipped than he’d expected - and right now he was pinned down behind several dumpsters as one of them unloaded what felt like an entire magazine in his direction. 

“Are you going to help, or you just going to spectate, Beast Boy?”

He shouldn’t have so nasty, but damned if he hated being professionally embarrassed like this. 

Garfield sighed, watching his fellow teammate struggling against some criminals. Normally, these roles were reversed ; usually Garfield got into trouble and Damian was the one giving him a lecture. Which is why the whole scenario seemed bizarre, much like the sudden spike in crime lately. 

“yeah i sure do!“ she responded in just as much enthusiasm as he seemed to have over her babies. when he asked her if it was legal, she pulled a face and waved her hands about, “oh legal shmeagal! who cares if its legal or not when you have PET FUCKING HYENAS, KIDDO.” she grinned maniacally - reminiscent to her old days when she ran with the clown prince before leaning down to scratch bruce’s ear and to give him head kisses. “this one’s brucey, named after bruce ‘hot stuff’ wayne, this one is lou and this one is bud - all boys because there’s only one matriarch in this family, isn’t that right babies?” at that, she gave kissy sounds and the three hyenas turned to cuddle up against her. “you can pet them y’know, they’re good babies.”

Garfield grinned at her enthusiasm ; she definitely seemed to love them, even if he was pretty sure that the blonde hadn’t gotten her hyenas from the local pet store. Then again, what did it matter to him? As long as they were being treated properly and not harming anyone, Beast Boy could let her get away with it. He was kind of a big softie when it came to people who took good care of their animals. “That’s true, they’re totally awesome! They have one of the strongest jaws of land creatures!” Garfield did step closer to greet them, careful to approach. He would’ve turned into a green hyena himself but he didn’t want to trigger them, not when hierarchy and territory were important for those dog-like creatures. 

“I’m not paranoid,” Dick argued. But in reality, he definitelty was. Babs was probably already doing all of these searches faster than he could, so staying up doing them again on the Justice League systems was definitely useless and not productive in any way. It wasn’t like he was finding anything. He kept hitting dead ends. He sighed, pushing the keyboard back and swiveling around in the chair to face Gar.

“You kidding? Of course I’m still up for pizza,” he gave the computer one last look before exiting out of all the stuff he had on the screens and turning it off, “I doubt our old Titans haunt is here, but I’m sure we can find something,”

“Uh huh, suuure,” Garfield replied, not believing him one bit. Still, he couldn’t exactly blame the guy for feeling like there was a fly on the wall, and this fly wasn’t even real — it was fake with hidden cameras recording every move. Scary, wasn’t it? Probably something Deathstroke would pull but thankfully, that villian wasn’t around either. 

“Okay good, just checking, don’t want you falling asleep on the best pizza in town. 'Cause that’d embarrassing,” the green titan joked. Some fresh air and a full belly might be good for the titan leader. “I know a place, found it myself. I’ve taken the other titans but this’ll be a first for you, so get pumped!” That wasn’t intentional, not really. The other titans simply had more free time than Nightwing.