Chapter one " I Quit!"
Note" okay I don't own the teen titans dc comics, or cartoon network.
" I quit Mr. Logan! I won't take anymore of this nonsense!" an angry looking old maid yelled as she grabbed two suitcases from her room and marched down the red-carpeted hall.
" No wait, molly! You can't quit on me now!" Garfield yelled in distress as he ran to her.
" Your kids are demons! Demons I say! And then they bring more when their friends come! And your son needs church, or a mental institution! He just needs help!"
" Listen Molly I'll talk to them, just don't leave I really need your help" gar begged " come on just look at me. I can't do this all by my self"
She turned and only stared at Garfield
He was still young, had to be twenty-five or maybe twenty-six. He had spiked dark green hair with a pair of big dark green eyes that was filled with emotion. He wasn't what you called normal; for his skin was a light green color from head to toe he also had pointed ears and fangs.
. He would usually wear a black wristband that would change his appearance to where he had light Caucasian skin, no fangs and normal ears. But in the rush to stop his nanny, his only help with the kids and around the house from leaving he forgot to activate it. There was a moment of silence as the two gazed at each other
Gar lifted on of his green hands and just stared at it then back at the now scared looking nanny "…molly…don't freak. I…" he didn't even have time to finish before she ran out the three story mansion screaming
"D-dad?" a soft yet shaky voice sounded from behind him " you ok?"
Gar turned to face his son mark standing there holding his teddy bear close. Mark was only eight, and he was very cute. He wore an orange beanie that had pieces of his dark green strands of hair exposed all around to the back of his head. Unlike his father he had a pair of unique looking dark blue eyes that may should more feeling then he wanted. He was a quiet boy, never really talked, always nervous and his Caucasian skin seemed rather pale lately. Whenever you saw him he always wore a longed sleeved shirt that covered his hands, but his favorite idem of clothing was his orange scarf that you never saw him with out, it usually covered his chin, or sometimes his mouth.
" Yeah, I'm fine…" gar held out his arms to his son as he knelt down.
Mark walked up to his father and gar hugged him tightly " but didn't you need her?"
" No…I can always find another maid…"
" You know she was kind of mean anyways…but I didn't mean for her to trip on my scarf…"
Gar gave a slight laugh letting go of his son "so that's why she was so mad" but he couldn't help but feel there was more to the story then what was being let on
" I did say I was sorry" mark put his thumb next to his lips " but I guess I didn't say it right or something…"
" No…she was just a bitch…its ok, don't worry about it…" gar sighed then stood up straight " I'll just put another offer in the paper I guess…"
" Think it'll work?"
"Yeah, I just hope we don't get another dud…and I also hope we don't get some weirdo from the city…"