#f2f tag

Gar turned slowly, brow furrowing, mouth dropping open slightly with an obviously-confused sort of look, “Hey, I mean full offense when I say this: how is that any different from any other day?” No sooner were the words out of his mouth, Gar was dodging a punch, turning into a chipmunk and scurrying under the woman’s feet.

Their friendship had started off pretty similarly. Tabby had been interested seeing a green squirrel beside the park bench she was resting on (who the heck wouldn’t be? Green squirrels are cool), and when Gar had ultimately said something akin to “Hey, I can see down your shirt from this angle,” The mutant had tried to strangle him.

“Not afraid of anything, first of all,” Nimble fingers picked and poked restlessly at pieces in the science museum (that he was definitely not supposed to touch) they were touring, eyes flickering over uninteresting ‘marvels’ they put up on shelves and adorned with plaques and called them unique, “And secondly, I don’t have time to get out and meet new people.”

Pausing in front of a statue that looked like it had living fish living in the stomach of the stone, Peter turned to his forced-friend, crossing his arms over an expensive, Italian button-down, “Besides, if anybody needs to get out there and meet new people, it’s you from what I’ve heard of Pete’s drunk ramblings.”

Harry pointed to the statue, vaguely sarcastic with his smile, “Aren’t you amused? We’re science-ing. You like science-ing. And anyway, I want to know what my supposed competition looks like when I open up my own museum.” 

“Oh yes, I’m certain I would have. Just as you made a fine wall ornament. I liked that one, who was she?” he jabbed, finger tips hissing, singeing the old paper as he turned though. “But I’m hurt to think I would not return! This is my home as much as yours, after all. You’ve made a finer mess of it than I would have ever dreamed of, too. Frankly I’m impressed.”

“Wait, what?”

Yelping, Gar transformed into a small snake and slithered beneath the couch cushion beside her. After a long moment, he peeked his head out, tongue flicking to taste the air in front of him. He’d only met Stephanie Brown a handful of times, and they hadn’t really talked, considering most of them were in the midst of a battle. Since the Young Justice had...departed a little (and Gar had gone his separate way), Gar hadn’t spent as much time with his friends as he’d wanted to.

He’d been trying to change that, spending more time with Bart, chatting away with the others in the group messages, and generally taking naps on all of his former teammates’ couches. 

The sound the car made hadn’t been a good one. It was a rarity when anyone in the bat-family trusted him enough to tie his shoes, let alone park one of their vehicles, and it was for a good reason, clearly.

“What deducted the points? Was it the part where I scraped against the side of the garage, or where I hit the wall when I opened the door?”

Both he and Supergirl stared down at the damages done to the sleek exterior of a car that probably cost more than Gar would ever make in a lifetime. “Think you can punch that out?” He joked, pointing to the large dent in the driver-side door. Kara wasn’t a tattle-tale, he didn’t think. She’d probably made a few mistakes in her super-awesome hero career (bridges, anybody?), but she probably looked a lot cooler doing it.

And also didn’t have to face the wrath of Bruce Wayne or Tim Drake. “Maybe they won’t notice.”

Gar tumbles to the ground, landing on all fours, the sleeve of his uniform ripped and bloodied. His mouth fills with saliva as he rushes to get out of the way of the next blast of green light. The changeling doesn’t even know who he’s facing, since they blinded him with some kind of tear gas and now everything is nothing but fuzzy shapes in the darkness.

While mutant-crimes have gone down pretty significantly since things were rearranged as far as the Accords and Genosha, Gar has noticed that the ones that usually do happen are much more violent. There’s got to be something in the air, he thinks, dodging another blast while attempting to turn into some sort of rodent. There isn’t much of an offense to be played, when he can’t see his opponent, and he sort of wishes he was badass like Toph from Airbender, and could just kick butt while blind. If he were near water, he’d turn into a dolphin to hear their positions, and he doesn’t want to chance getting blasted out of the sky as a bat. Maybe a mole? 

He doesn’t have long to think before someone quite literally comes to his rescue. Gar really, really hopes it’s not Batman, because that guy scares the crap out of him, and he’s embarrassed around him enough. Before he knows it, from his position behind the dumpster he’s hiding behind, the faceless assailants are gone and there’s someone else in their place.

For a split second, the changeling recognizes that scent, and breathes and sigh of relief. “Tabs?” Gar takes green hands to wipe at his eyes, but to no avail. His vision doesn’t return and his sight isn’t anywhere to be seen. “That’s you, right?”

The door slammed shut behind them, the cafe bell ringing loudly with the departure of an upset woman stomping from the stoop of the building. Guy shrugged, crossing his arms and moving forward a little more in line as pretty much no one batted an eyelash at the display. It was the big city, after all - Storm Troopers waltzed around on the streets and flash dances paraded around funerals and all that jazz. What was an angry lady in a Starbucks?

“Look, she has horse teeth,” Guy started, pointing to a tuxedo muffin on the display about 15ft ahead of them, “And when I said that, I wasn’t expecting her to have weird dog-hearing too. Besides, isn’t she the rude one? She was listening in on our conversation!”