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Gar and Bart spent a bored night browsing the internet when they discovered some stories about something people were calling the “Monster of the Mountains.” So, naturally, they had to know more. After reading everything they could off the internet, which wasn’t a whole lot, they packed some camping gear and headed out to find out more.

They stopped at the town nearby the location this “Monster of the Mountains” was supposed to live to ask for more. Most of the townsfolk seemed to agree that the only thing in those mountains was some lady and a bunch of wild animals, but that didn’t stop the pair from heading into the mountains anyway to find out for themselves.

Gar didn’t really like being in Gotham. It was dark, it was dangerous, it was gloomy, and he could never understand, with all the violence and crimes happening on a daily basis, how anyone felt comfortable living here.

None of this seemed to deter Bart, though, who was dashing through the city, cheerful as he ever was. Gar was currently wrapped around Bart’s neck as a snake. Being on Bart was virtually the only way he could keep up with him. The only problem was that he couldn’t see anything happening around them. He knew that Bart could, so he was counting on the speedster not to crash them into anything. Gar wasn’t sure why he’d let Bart talk him into coming here, but it was too late to back out now.

Bart slid to a stop in front of one of the many alleyways and Gar spotted the reason why immediately. In the alleyway was a group of thugs advancing on a woman, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out they had less than saint-like intentions.

         Phillip carefully ran a hand along the smooth         hide of the dragon.  He watched in fascination         as the reptile spat out a ball of lava.  The small         burst of liquid rock skittered across the floor         to roll to a stop in front of the door.