So, this story is rated M for a reason. It will have a dark theme. So be warned and also, this is mainly based on the comic but I may add somethings that are in the 2006's TV show. Who knows at this point

Everything Has A Price!

Chapter 1: Where is the Money?

Gar wasn't a spoiled kid growing up. His parents were very rich yes and so was his family. But his parents took him to many places that weren't very wealthy. So, he understood the value of having a soft bed to sleep on and some nice clothes. But that didn't mean he didn't like money; he loved it! But when his parents died. His cruel uncle took it all; never letting Gar have any of it. Treating him like a slave, making him sleep on the floor, locking the food up, giving him baggy clothes. Gar knew that the only reason he was even around was mainly because of his parent's money, but all that changed when he left and join the Doom Portal and then The Teen Titans.

Gar struggled with having nice things but he still enjoyed his life, finding ways to get things and evening having a few jobs here and there. It wasn't till he turned eighteen that he had a letter from one of his cousins; saying that his uncle was dying. Which means the money would return to him.

Gar stood over his uncle's bed; not knowing whether to laugh in his face or just hit him. He sighed when his mother's sister walked towards him. "He was a bastard to the very end…." She mumbled, spitting in his face. "…You do know he's still alive, right?"

"Don't care…" The chubby but pretty woman pulled out a metal box from her bag, lighting up a cigarette. "Did you see his lawyer?..."

"Um…No? Why?" The woman blew a puff of smoke towards his sleeping uncle. "Your uncle had made a promise to your parents before they died….He said he would take care of you; which was a fucking lie!"

Gar flinched; not liking the smell of smoke. "And that you would be a respected gentleman; married and have a big life in the social ladder…" Gar laughed. "What! What are you talking about?! I'm respected by the city and known throughout~"

The woman sighed. "Yes dear…But not as gentlemen!... Plus, the social class only know you as 'Beast Boy who can change into animals'….Not 'Garfield Logan, the first son to Marie Logan; the woman who healed many people near the dark rivers in South Africa or Jose Logan known through his many scientific methods'…What I'm saying dear is…You're a nobody to them"

Gar raised his eyebrow. "Meaning?..."

"Meaning you won't get shit!" The two looked at his uncle; showing his bloody gums as he grinned sickly. "I knew you would never make it in the rich life!... So, I made it clear that the money will go to my sons if you don't turn out as your parents wanted!"

"WHAT?!" Gar stared at the man as he laughed. "You can't do that! It's my parent's money!"

"Then eat shit!... There's no way in hell that you'll ever be a gentleman and there is no way that any of them will allow you to be one!" He continued to laugh till he yelled when the woman pushed her bun into his skin. "WHORE!"

She blew him a kiss. Leaving the room with Gar as they walked through the house of his parents. "What should I do?... I don't really care about the money but-"

"But you don't want his sons to have it…" He nodded. His uncle's sons weren't the best people to know in your family. They work as crooked men and Gar believes one of them works in the drug world, but he wasn't so sure. But he knew one thing; he couldn't be the gentlemen that his parents wanted him to be.

"I guess I'll give up…" He sighed. The woman looked at him, digging in her bag and pulling out a card. "This is a friend of mine….Maybe he could help…"

Gar stared at the card and then at her. "Why are you helping me?... Don't you like…Hate me?"

"I'm not like the rest of the family….I think what your parents did was a good thing and what you grew up to be is be far better than our shitty family…..So, no…I don't hate you…" Gar smiled at the woman. "Thanks…Um…"

"Maria…..Maria Parker…" She winked at Gar before walking ahead. He looked towards the painting of him and his family. His father standing proudly near his beautiful wife; his mother looking as lovely as ever and him. Looking so innocent and normal.

He looked at the card with narrowed eyes. He doesn't care about the money but he does care about his family and he'll do anything to keep his families memories alive. He readied the card and flew towards the city. The card flew out of his pocket and the words readied out.

Bruce Wayne Company.

….

Damian sat around the table with the other three. Dick, Tim, and surprisedly Jason. The four haven't seen each other in months; with Dick trying to train the new titans, Tim with the Justice League, and Jason being the Red Hood. Damian had taken on the role of Robin for about six years now. He took the role when he was thirteen and been by his father side since. He has joined a few groups; mainly the Teen Titans and other league but besides that. He hasn't worked with anyone outside his family and he liked it that way.

Alfred walked in; looking worried as he sat down at the main chair. Folding his hands as he closed his eyes. "Thank you for coming…I know this is short notice…"

"What happened? Is Bruce okay?" Damian rolled his eyes at Tim. "You would know if you were here, Drake!"

Jason rolled his eyes. "Don't start this again!" Damian looked at Jason. "Got a problem?!"

"Yes! I do! Why is it every time we come here, you treat us like shit?! Just because we don't want to be Batman's sidekick anymore?!" Damian slammed his hand on the table. "I'm no sidekick!"

"Yeah! You are!" Dick then slammed his hand on the table; causing them to turn to him. "Enough! Alfred called us all here for a reason! We should at least listen!"

Alfred from a tired smile. "Thank you, Master Dick" Dick nodded, watching the two as they hissed at one another. Turning to Alfred with crossed arms. "As you know….Things have been changing in the Wayne company….We are going through bankruptcy…."

Jason shrugs. "So, we have been through that before….Just call the company and-"

"It's…..Bigger this time Master Jason….Much bigger…" The four boy eyes lowered. "How big?..."

Alfred took a deep breath. "We are losing the manner…" The four eyes widened as their mouth hanged opened. "How?!"

"We lost a lot of money…..I'm not sure how we'll get through this but-" Damian didn't stay long. He ran out of the room and ran towards his father's office. "Father?!"

His father; the Batman, the Dark Knight, the proctor of Gotham, and the strongest man that walked in the streets. Has tears in his eyes. He was holding a picture of the whole family; in the Batcave. While also standing near the fireplace with a painting of his parents. Hanging over him; looking at him as if he failed them.

"…So it is true…" Bruce wiped away his tears. "Indeed….We'll be forced out within a year…" Bruce sat the picture done.

"Then it will give us more time to fight! All we need is the money to pay them back and we-!" Bruce touched his shoulder; looking beaten. "It's over….I'm sorry…"

Damian stood stunned. His father leaving the room as if he gave up. Damian thought of all the things they will lose; their beds, rooms, the Batcave-

His eyes widened, they will lose everything. They will no longer be Batman or Robin; their life work will be gone from them and they would start over. But how? His father spent years building and making their Batcave, it would take much longer without the tools and money.

Damian ran towards his desk and picked the phone; looking around before calling a number. "Hello?" Damian swallowed. "Grandfather, it's me…"

"Hm…Did something happen? You so-"

"Grandfather! We are going to lose our home!" Damian remains silent; waiting to hear his grandfather. "Grand-"

"I heard!...So, what do you want me to do about it?" Damian held the phone tightly. "I was thinking….Maybe you could…..Send some money?"

"Damian Al Ghoul Wayne! I'm not made of money! And even if I was, I wouldn't have enough to save all of you!" Damian looked down, feeling a bit of shame. "I'm sorry Grandfather….I just don't want to lose my home…"

Ra remains silent before sighing. "There are two ways to get back on the ladder of social wealth….Either you buy a new business and start from there…" Damian knew he couldn't do that. "….Or marry into money…"

"Marry?!" Damian raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I did it many times…..Just find someone who is willing to marry one of you and your in again. The other three are his son and are in his will; so they will save his company in his name…" Damian thought for a moment. None of them will do it; Jason is still mad at Bruce and keeps away from the family as much as possible and Tim. He may work for the company but will not give his soul into in and Dick, well he had a woman by the name of Starfire that he wishes to marry.

"….No, I'll do it….I'm his heir after all…" Ra hummed. "I see….Well, I'll tell your mother and when you found your mate, call us" Damian didn't say a word, he only lean on the desk. Staring off into the door till he saw someone walking in.

"Hello? The old guy said that Mr, Bruce should be here?..." Gar's eyes widened. "….I'll call you back grandfather…" Damian hanged up the phone and crossed his rooms.

"…..Garfield…." Damian said blankly.

"…..Damian…" Gar also said in a blank tone. Both of them knew each other; working a couple of times. Damian didn't like Gar; he made it clear when he tried to kick him out of the group and Gar wasn't too thrilled of him either. Finding him to be rude and cruel at times.

"….What do you want?" Damian asked; sitting behind the chair of his father desk. "I want to talk to Mr, Bruce!"

"Its Wayne and not until you tell me why you are here!" Gar crossed his arms. "I don't have to tell you anything!" Damian held the phone again.

"Either you tell me or I'll call the guards from the gate to kick you out!" Gar narrowed his eyes, staring at Damian hard before he sighed. "Fine!... I need help with my family"

"The Doom Portal?" He asked.

"No!...My blood family…" Damian raised his eyebrow. "My uncle is dying and he wrote on my parent's will saying I should be a gentleman of the social ladder or something!"

Damian chuckled. "I see your problem…But my father couldn't help you! Even if he wanted to….You're a foolish child!" Gar huffed and slammed his hands on the desk. "LOOK! I don't even care to be a gentleman! I just don't want his sons to have the money!"

"…Money?...What money?..." Damian asked.

"My parent's money!... He's been holding it off since I was five!... I don't really care much about it but….My family hasn't been the greatest since my parents died…" Gar said as he looked down.

"And your parents are?..." Gar looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Marie Logan…Jose Logan…" Damian's eyes widened; he heard of them.

Marie was a doctor who rebuilds many healing centers around Africa and other parts of the world. Many wealthy goes there for the healing herbs that supposed to make you look young and refreshed and Jose; he has done so much for the sciences community. That when he died, they named a whole building after him and that's not all. His mother; Lizzy Logan, was an artist that helped build many buildings. She helped build the Wayne manner when Damian's grandparents were still alive and his father; William Logan was an actor at the playhouse and later own many of them. Gar didn't just have money; he was very rich.

"And….Is there a way around this?..." Gar shook his head. "Nope, I talked to his lawyer and everything!...They say I should be a gentleman and climb the social ladder!... And I don't even think I can! My other family members haven't been…So nice towards the people…."

"Is that so?..." Damian got up; walking towards the window. "What if…..We can help each other out?"

Gar raised an eyebrow. "You mean You and I?...Don't you like….Hate me?" Damian rolled his eyes. "I don't hate you…I just find you to be idiotic sometimes…"

"Wow! So much better…." Gar said in a sarcastic tone.

"Gar! Either you let me help you or we'll….I mean you! Will never see that money again! Do you want that? For your uncle to win?" Gar held his fist tight. "No…"

"Then this is what we're going to do…." Damian turned to him. "We'll tell the people…."

"Yeah?..."

Damian took a long deep breath. "That we're getting married…."

"….I don't get it…" Damian held his arms up. "Look around you Gar! My family is PART of the social ladder! I can help you be part of it! And you wouldn't even need to do anything! Just be my husband-"

"NOOO! No! No!" Gar crossed his arms. "We have no other choice in the matter!"

"BUT I DON'T EVEN LIKE YOU!...A-And isn't marrying for money kinda….Bad?"

"No really, many of the society of the wealth does it…Look, we get married for about three years and then we'll leave-"

"THREE YEATS?! That's WAY too long!...I'm sorry dude! It's not worth it!" Gar was about to leave. "Then you would leave your parents memories behind?"

Gar stopped. "How long has it's been since you been inside your old home?... How long has it's been since you saw a picture of your parents that wasn't burnt or ruined?!" Damian walked towards him; grabbing his shoulder and turning him. "I need help! You need help! We can help each other!"

"…Help each other?..."

"YES! You would be able to save the Batfamily!... And in return….You get your money…" Gar looked down. "Besides, you won't have to live with me! You could stay somewhere far away from me!..."

Gar took a deep breath; looking around the room. The room itself was classic and had charm. Something he doesn't have. Sure, he could try and get the money on his own before his uncle dies but he would be too late and who knows what his cousins would do with his old parents home. He needed to have that back, to have that feeling again…

"….Fine…" Damian sighed in relief, letting go of his shoulders. "Great!...I'll call our lawyers and let them know…."

Damian left the room and lean against the wall. Was he doing the right thing? Of course! The manner is everything to his father and Batman! But….Marrying Gar? He indeed found the green boy a pain to deal with and the two were far different. But he had no choice, he needs to save his home and if marrying Gar would save it. Then it's worth it.

….

Gar felt….Wrong. This was wrong and he knew it. He didn't even like Damian and he knew that Damian didn't like him, so why do it? And what did he mean by helping the Batfamily? He wasn't sure what he was doing. But Damian was right, he would never step inside his childhood home unless he did something about it and if marrying Damian is going to help him. Then he guesses he had to suck it up and marry him.

TBC…..

So, This kinda pissed me off! I tried to edit my story, 'what makes a monster' and I noticed that it didn't change some of my chapters; making it confusing as hell to understand the plot! And while I wanted to delete it! It deleted my other story! What the fuck?!... Sigh….Anyway, I'm going to make a new story and oh! For those who are reading my other stories in the FOP fandom; I'm redoing those. Mainly because when I did those, I was going through some stuff and starting where I left would be just a pain!...I'll let you know when I finish this story!

And for those on Fanfiction! This didn't happen here; it happed on my other account, so you don't have to read!