Garfield parked the T-Car across the street from an Irish pub that was built near the beginning of Jump City itself, making it one of the oldest buildings in the city. The pub was called The Limerick, named after the Irish city.

Garfield remembered this pub well. Before he was sent off, this pub was known to have kept up its Irish heritage; the constant brawling, drinking, and unruly customers. It had so much trouble; the police just ignored any problems that happened there. It was a fantastic place. Anyone with Irish blood would immediately be attracted to The Limerick, thankfully for Garfield, he did.

He activated the security systems on the T-Car and made his way across the street an inside the pub, perfect for the paddies and Guinness drinkers.

As he entered, the smell of alcohol and tobacco filled his nose, Garfield didn't mind, being a smoker and a drinker himself, why would he care? Walking over to the bar, a burly bartender approached him.

"What can I get ya, boy?" Obviously he was Irish. You can't own an Irish pub without Irish blood; the Celtic rule, you see?

Garfield looked around and noticed that the pup served mostly anything alcoholic and strangely; cigars? That works fine for Garfield.

"I'll have a double scotch and one of those cigars," he answered. The bartender nodded and went to grab the requested poisons that are nothing but guilty pleasures, if you're man enough to admit it.

As quick as he left, the bartender returned with a double scotch, and a very tasty looking cigar. He handed them to Garfield who put the cigar in his mouth. Before he had a chance to grab his own lighter, the bartender was already lighting it for him.

He took a couple of puffs to make sure that the cigar was fully burning, "Thank you," Garfield said to the bartender, who nodded back. Nothing is better than Irish hospitality.

"So, you're an army lad, too?" The bartender lifted up his sleeve and showed an IRA tattoo. Garfield admired the image for a moment, than nodded.

"Discharged two days ago, returned today after six years of service."

"Six years?" The bartender looked shocked, "But you're still a young boy, still got your mother's milk on your lip," They both laughed.

"That I do, that I do," Garfield held out his hand, "The name's Garfield Logan."

The bartender accepted the hand shake, "Peter McConnell," he answered back.

Peter was quite a friendly man, in his mid fifties; he was wearing a black waistcoat over a grey long-sleeve shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows; he has grey, slicked back hair, along with a sizable, thick beard that went down to his neck; he seemed to have a few tattoos on his arms.

"Where were you stationed, boy?"

"South Africa, fighting in that stupid civil war," Garfield took a swig of his drink.

"So, who old are ya, boy?"

"Twenty three years."

"But you said you served for six years? They can't send a seventeen year old lad to a war! War is man's business."

Garfield laughed slightly, "Well, they did. I'm not too fussed, I quite enjoyed it."

Peter smiled, "I take it you have Irish blood. Ai, that's what I thought about my services too. Nothing like a good fight, am I right?"

"Absolutely," Garfield said back. All of a sudden, a loud ruckus was heard from all around the pup. A fight has broken out.

"Oi, you drunken bastards!" Peter yelled as he walked over to the fight and broke it up with ease, "You fight, you fight outside!" he then threw both men out the door. Garfield was impressed, for an aging man like Peter; he's still got a lot of life left in him.

One of the brawlers decided to walk away; it was too cold for him to fight. Sadly, the same couldn't be said about the other fighter.

"You paddy bastard," Unsurprisingly, it was just some young lad, who had a bit too many and wanted to prove himself. Garfield noticed that patch on the back of the boy's leather jacket; it belonged to some small time biker gang the hung around on the outskirt of Jump City. 'The Newborns' they were called; just a bunch of young guys, trying to be like the big dogs.

"You watch your tongue, you little shit," Peter took of his waistcoat, "I don't want to shut the little mouth of yours."

"You wait, old man, I'm calling my boys," The biker boy walked off.

Peter walked back inside his pub, to find Garfield finishing off his drink, "Refill, my boy?" he asked as he walked over to the bar.

"Sure, why not," Garfield passed him his empty glass, and Peter filled it more some more scotch, along with a glass for himself.

"I have to say," Garfield started, "You handled that well."

Peter laughed, "We follow Irish rules in my pup: A drunken paddy doesn't fight in another paddies pub."

Garfield lifted up his drink, "To the Irish rules," Peter lifted up his, "To Ireland," they both clicked their glassed together and drank their drinks in one go. This was followed by some coughing.

"Wow, that's good stuff," Garfield said.

"Ai, that's a man's drink."

A woman then walked down these stairs that were behind the bar. They must lead to the house that was on the upper floors. She looked quite annoyed at Peter.

"You shit," she started, "Who many times do I have to tell you to stop getting involved?"

"Woman, you don't fight in another Irish man's pub. It's the paddies rules."

She huffed, "You and your paddy rules," she then looked over to Garfield, who was quite afraid of the Irish woman.

"I see you have made a friend," she said to Peter, who looked over at Garfield.

"Ai, Garfield, this is my wife, Helen," Peter then looked at his wife, "Helen, this is Garfield."

"Nice to meet you," Garfield said, Helen smiled.

"You too, sweetheart, tell me. What is it with men and always jumping at the chance for a fight?" She eyed Peter.

Garfield thought for a moment, "It's a man thing," he said.

Peter laughed, while his wife crossed her arms. The laughing stopped when all three of them heard a familiar voice shouting from outside the pub.

"Hey! Where are you, you McBastard!" the fighting biker was back, and with a few friends.

Peter took of his waistcoat and cracked his fingers, "Well, I guess he's never going to learn," he took a swig from the bottle of scotch he used to fill Garfield, and his drinks. Helen then stopped him from walking from the bar.

"Don't you even think about going out there. You're not a you man anymore," she pleaded.

"Please, they're not even men," Peter said back, "Just put on some fighting music."

Helen sighed and went over to the jukebox; she pushed the shuffle button and let any random song come on. The song of choice happened to be The Rocky Road To Dublin – by The Dubliners.

Peter smiled, "Ah, yes! This is my favourite."

"Crazy bastard," Garfield mumbled. He finished his cigar and stood up, "Peter, hold up," Garfield took of his jacket, tied his hair back and walked over to the door, "After you."

Peter shook his hand and opened the door. And, with no surprise, the five bikers were there. They didn't look like a very tough bunch, well not the ex-soldiers, but they did outnumber them. Garfield thought about doing what he did to the body guards in the Mayor's office earlier, but he decided that using his powers would be way too easy, and a lot less fun.

The sound of The Dubliners was blaring all around the street.

"It's about time," The biker said, getting into an amateur fighting stance. The other bikers also took a stance similar to their leader. Garfield and Peter looked at each other.

"Who do you want?" Garfield asked.

"I'll take them all," Peter said as he charged into the group, Garfield quickly followed.

Peter and the leader went one on one, throwing fists, kicks; Peter managed to connect a good head but, putting the leader on the ground.

"Is that the best you got, laddie?" Peter mocked, this made the biker leader growl and charged toward Peter and managing to tackle him up against a wall.

"Now, that's more like it!" Peter shouted and carried on with the fight.

Because Peter and the biker leader had more of a personal thing going on, Garfield was left with the other four bikers. Surprisingly, two of the four bikers decided to hang back and let Garfield fight the other two, making it slightly fairer. Garfield couldn't care less if he had to fight one or all four at once. It was going to be a fun fight, none the less.

"Back for one day, and I've already assaulted the Mayor, and now I'm in an Irish brawl," he thought to himself as he blocked one of the punches from biker no.2, and connected with a punch of his own, knocking biker no.2 out.

"That was easy," Garfield joked; this made all the other bikers angry and decided, that the whole 'fair fight' thing was getting old. Now Garfield had three pissed off bikers wanted him.

Strangely, the scotch that Garfield drank earlier was telling him that this was a good thing, he then grabbed biker no.3 by the scruff and threw him into biker no.5, and this gave him enough time to deal with biker no.4.

"Fucker!" Biker no.4 shouted and threw a haymaker, which Garfield easily blocked, flipping him over his shoulder. While biker no.4 was on the floor, Garfield decided to end it with a very hefty punch to the right eye. This knocked out biker no.4.

Bikers no. And 5 were up again. Knowing that two were down, they decided to fight Garfield together. They charged and tackled Garfield, who covered his head and kept moving to get himself back up. He kicked one of them off him, and clapped both his hand hard on the other biker's ears. The biker screamed in pain and fell off Garfield who quickly got back up; he then ran over a tackled the biker no.3. Biker no.3 covered his head to block Garfield punches; Garfield was too busy trying to connect a punch that he failed to notice biker no.5 creep up behind him and bear hug him, keeping his arms immobile.

Garfield tried to break the biker's grip, but was struggling; he started questioning if it was a good idea to not use his powers. Biker no.3 got up and went to punch Garfield; throwing his feet in the air, Garfield managed the kick the biker away again, and then Garfield swung his head back and broke biker no.5's nose. As predicted, the grip was broken and Garfield was free.

"Enough of this," Garfield ran up and flew kick the last biker straight in the face, knocking him out.

"Take your time, why don't you, lad," Peter said with his arms crossed.

"Excuse me, but you had one biker, I had four!"

"I'm just an old man, you're supposed to be the young lad," Peter joked, he then began to walk into his pub, "I feel like a young man again," he said.

"I feel like a need to go to bed," Garfield replied as he grabbed his jacket, "This place is nice, though. I'll come back here soon."

Peter smiled, "Well, I owe you a drink for helping me."

"Rain check, see you soon," As Garfield left the pub, he smiled when he could here Peter and his wife have another spat. He opened the door to the T-Car and made his way back to the tower.

As he was driving, he checked the time; it was 23:43 at night.

"Wow, doesn't time fly when you're having fun," He joked as he drove through the Titan owned underground tunnel that lead to the tower.

Garfield then realised that Cyborg will want some words with him; it wouldn't help either, that he smelled like a bruery. As he drove into the garage, he noticed that Cyborg was there, waiting.

"Oh, here we go," Garfield mumbled, stepping out of the T-Car and locking it.

"You've been a while," he said. Garfield threw him the keys, which Cyborg caught.

"I decided to grab something to eat after the meeting," Garfield answered back.

"Didn't know you could eat beer?"

"Yeah, surprised me too," Garfield walked out of the garage, completely not interested in anything Cyborg said. Sadly, Cyborg followed him.

"Dude, you can't do that."

"Do what?"

"Drink and drive, you could've killed someone or yourself."

Garfield turned around a glared at him, "Am I drunk?"

"Well, I don't think so?"

"Well, shut up then," Garfield turned back around and started walking again. Cyborg still wasn't going to not stop talking.

"Well, I also wanted to tell you that you have a package from the Mayor in the common-room. You can thank me for stopping Nightwing from opening it."

Garfield was confused on why he was sent a package; they only just had their business meeting, "A package? Ok, then."

They finally made it to the common-room; there it was on the kitchen side. The package that was sent from the Mayor, it wasn't that big. Garfield walked over and picked it up, giving it a bit of a shake.

"Well, it's not a bomb," he joked. Garfield then went to head to his room.

"Aren't you going to open it?" Cyborg asked, "You used to open packages before you could say 'mail man,' I thought you'd excited or something?"

"Yeah, Cyborg, I 'used' to do that stuff. I'm not a kid anymore," Garfield then left Cyborg in the common-room and headed towards his bedroom.

As he was walking down the hallway leading to his bedroom, his hearing caught sounds coming from Raven and Aqualad's room.

The bedrooms were suppose to be soundproof, Garfield remembered when he had to lie to his team, saying that he couldn't hear anything coming from the bedrooms after Cyborg made them soundproof. They did cut a lot of sound out, but Garfield could still, faintly, hear something.

As Garfield made his way closer to Raven and Aqualad's room, he could make out more sounds, they sounded violent, like an argument. He could hear Aqualad's voice over powering Raven's, who was shouting back all the same.

Deciding that enough was enough, he knocked on the door. Aqualad was the one who opened the door.

"Oh? Hey Gar, what's up?" Aqualad's face was red, proving Garfield's suspicions of an argument.

Garfield looked at him for a second, he then peeked inside the room; noticing Raven sat on her bed, burying her face into her hands. He sighed and answered Aqualad.

"I thought I could hear shouting, so I came to check if everything was ok."

"Shouting? Nope. No shouting going on here. We were about to hit the hay, actually."

"Right, well if everything is fine, I'll just be going," Garfield said, just as Aqualad was about to close the door, Garfield grabbed it and whispered to Aqualad.

"You hurt her, I hurt you," Garfield glared at Aqualad, who remained silent. Garfield then let go of the door and walked away. He couldn't hear anymore shouting coming from the room as he walked away.

It confused him, why he threatened Aqualad. Sure, he'll admit, he did have a crush on Raven when they were younger. Granted, nothing happened; she did have four years on him. He was twelve when she was sixteen, just too young. Garfield knew nothing would've happened, that's why he wasn't jealous when Cyborg mentioned that Aqualad and Raven were together. He's not supposed to care about the team anyway; they let what happened to him, happen. Didn't stop it, didn't try to make him feel better, and just followed the government's orders. He needs to make some money quickly and get the fuck out of the tower.

He finally made it to his room, and quickly opened the package. Cyborg was right about Garfield and his excitement; he had to hold himself back from opening it straight away.

Inside was a letter written by Mayor Matthews; there was also a black card, Garfield didn't know what that was for, the letter would most likely explain; there was also a second card, it was blue and Garfield could guess it was a bank card for his account; the next item was a shocker for Garfield, it was a gun, a 44 magnum. Garfield was very happy about that, he loved 44 magnums; the final item was a picture of what appeared to be a mugshot.

He then picked up the letter and read it:

This is just to explain what everything is; The blue card is you bank card, the 44 magnum is a peace offering from myself, feel free to use it in your 'work' or not, I really don't care. Now, the black card is actually related to the gun; take it to Joe's guntorium, it's to say that you work for me, and you can grab anything you want for free, to use for you Bounty Hunting.

If you're wondering who the person in the picture is, he's you're first Bounty. His name is George Fields, convicted child molester from New York, who has managed to escape the authorities there after he was caught abducting a small five year old girl. He's been spotted hiding in Jump City and I want you to find him. When you find him: bring him, or his corpse, to Jump City maximum security prison. That's where you'll be collecting your payment and other bounty jobs.

Mayor Matthews.

Garfield looked at the black card, "Fucking sweet!" he then looked at the picture of George Fields, "I'll be coming after you soon."

He placed the gun on his desk and went to his bed, jumping on the top bunk. He's had quite a long, long day and his body sure showed it. It didn't take long for him to drift off into a dream state.

Moring came to Jump City and the way Garfield found out was a very familiar knocking on his door, the same way he was woken up six years ago.

"Friend, it is time for breakfast. Cyborg went to the store to buy you the tofu!" Stafire gleefully cheered from outside the door.

Garfield sat up on his bed, he then peered over to the gun on his desk, "Maybe I'll use this sooner than I thought," well, he has another long day ahead of him, so breakfast didn't sound too bad.

Without bothering to change his clothes, he walked over to the common-room, and the smell of meat filled to whole tower. Garfield wondered if any of them are expecting to classic meat vs. tofu argument that Cyborg and himself would take part in every morning. Well, tofu was a rarity in a civil war, so he started eating meat again. It didn't bother him as much anymore, he respected the survival chain enough to deal with it; and he didn't turn into animals anymore, so that ship sailed.

Still, he did miss being a vegetarian; maybe to all too familiar taste of tofu bacon may bring him back to the land of vegan/vegetarianism, the nice smell of meat for making it difficult, though.

He walked into the common-room, and everyone was there. Cyborg was cooking in the kitchen, and everyone else was eating at the table.

"Good morning, friend," Starfire said from across the room.

"Moring," Garfield answered back, he walked over to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee and stayed sat down on the kitchen stool.

"Dude, I got some of that tofu bacon if you want me to cook it?" Cyborg asked.

"Nah, I'm fine with real bacon."

Garfield could hear everyone in the room gasp, and Nightwing coughing from almost chocking on his sausage, bad time to get the shock of your life, when eating a sausage.

"You have to be joking?" NIghtwing said after he cleared his throat.

"What? I'm not a vegetarian anymore," Garfield didn't really know what the big deal is, he then noticed Cyborg grin, the same grin when he thinks someone is lying.

"Yeah, alright, you're not a vegetarian now?" he put a plate full of bacon, sausage, eggs, pancakes, and other breakfast goodies in front of Garfield, "Prove it."

Garfield shrugged his shoulders, grabbed a piece of bacon and ate it. He will admit, when everyone somehow crowded around him as he went to take a bite, it did make him feel very uncomfortable. After he ate a piece of bacon, Cyborg almost fell over.

"Oh my God, you should've gone to South Africa years before you went!" Cyborg joked, and to his surprise, he heard a laugh come from Garfield, not some light, silent laugh, but his old laugh.

"Yeah, you think if you went, you'd come back a tofu lover?" Garfield joked back, making Cyborg laugh. It was like Garfield never left.

Garfield didn't know why, but the longer he's been back at the tower, the more he's starting to feel back when he was Beast Boy, part of him didn't like what was happening, where another part of him was just happy to be home. I guess you can't get rid of the past, but there are still some issues that need to be addressed, in due time.

"So what are the plans for today, ya'll?" Cyborg asked out loud.

Starfire was the first to answer, "Oh, Raven and I are going to the mall of shopping to pick out some new swimwear for our holiday in fifty six days!"

"You could just say in June, Star," Nightwing said, taking a sip of his coffee.

Aqualad spoke up, "Well, seems that the girls are out today, why don't us guys do something? It's a nice day, maybe play some Basketball?"

"I can't," Garfield answered, "I got shit to do."

"I'm up for basketball, Gar; you could join when you get back?" Cyborg tried to tempt him, "I'll go easy on you."

Garfield looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "Maybe later, I don't know how long I'll be," he then looked at the time, "Well, time to start my day," he got up and headed back to his room.

When Garfield made it back, he grabbed his new gun and placed it under his shirt and held on by his belt, and he also grabbed the mug shot, and two cards. Deciding to be lazy, he didn't bother changing out of his clothes and headed towards the garage to again, use the T-Car. Cyborg gave him the keys just like last time and he was off to that gun store the Mayor mentioned in his letter.

He managed to track the store down and it happened to be at the mall. Garfield is hoping that he doesn't run into Starfire and Raven here. Star will never let him live it down if she caught him there; he'll be the new target to be her mall buddy, and he really didn't want that.

Walking through the mall, again, just like everything else, nothing has changed. Other than a few new stores, it all seems the same. Six years isn't that much of a long time when you think about it. As he was walking through, he spotted Joe's guntorium.

"Such a stupid name for a gun store," Garfield said to himself, he then walked inside.

The inside of the gun store was pretty standard. It was just full of guns, gun equipment, anything gun related. There was also a shooting area in the back of the store. Garfield's guess was so people could be happy with what they purchase. If you're going to shoot something, shoot it right.

He spotted Joe, a middle age, balding man; he had a think grey handlebar moustache, a hunting jacket, a cowboy hat, and looked like one of those overly patriotic citizens. 'Merica!

"Howdy!" Joe greeted.

"And he's from Texas," Garfield thought.

Garfield wasted no time in showing Joe the black card that Mayor Matthews gave him. Joe looked at it and nodded. He then gestured for Garfield to follow him to the back of the store.

As Joe was leading Garfield so a secret area, he decided to start the small talk.

"So, you're the new Bounty Hunter, then?" Joe asked, opening a locked red door, when he did, it revealed stairs leading down.

"That's right," Garfield answered back. Good thing he brought his gun, and great thing it came with six bullets. If the war taught Garfield anything: It's to be prepared.

"How do you like the Magnum? Picked it out, myself," Joe started walking down the stairs.

"It's good, I like 44 Magnums. Where are we going?" It's about time Garfield asked.

Good thing Joe answered, "I have a cellar for this type of work. I'm a retired Hunter, you see? Not everybody in high power agree with our type of work. So, the stuff I have down here, is technically illegal," He then flipped a switch and Garfield was stunned with what he saw.

It was an armoury. Guns, guns, and more guns! Vests, bombs, high tech swat team equipment. Joe really knew what he was doing.

"Well, pick what you need," Joe said, Garfield felt like being in Willi Wonka's chocolate factory; but instead of chocolate, it was weapons made to kill, and instead of Gene Wilder as Willi Wonka, it was Joe.

"To be honest, man. I'm happy with the Magnum. I don't think I need any of this."

"Oh, this isn't to take with you on the job. This is to protect you when you're at home not working," Joe picked up an automatic shotgun and passed it to Garfield, "Some of the guys you'll be hunting will have friends; dangerous friends who won't be too happy with you bringing their buddy to the electric chair to be fried."

"I see," Garfield replied and laughed, "So, what you got?" Joe smirked.

After about two hours of discussing guns, admiring the history of weapons, talking about their war stories, Garfield finally had an abundance of weaponry and ammo.

From an AK47 to an M-4 Carbine; A 50 cal Sniper rifle to an old fashioned Repeater Carbine, Garfield was set.

He was holding an advanced version of a Lever action rifle, admiring it greatly, "I'd have to say, I really like this one."

"Well, then she's yours," Joe replied, "I can send all this to your place of residence. I do have some advice: Hide a gun or two everywhere you can think of, you never know when you need it; Always carry a small gun around, like your 44 Magnum, and ammo; and keep everything a secret, don't tell anybody."

"Thanks for the advice."

"I've been in this game a long time, Brother, made a lot of mistakes, best you don't do the same. Well, now that's gun out of the way, you got any mode of transport?" Joe asked.

"I got my friend's car. I'm thinking about getting something after I claim my first Bounty."

Joe shook his head, "Follow me."

Joe led Garfield to what seemed to be a private garage. There was a car that Garfield presumed was owned by Joe, and this very beautiful motorcycle.

The motorcycle was a Harley Davidson Dyna Street Bob, with a black leather seat; Chrome engine, forked handle bars, exhaust pipe; and everything else was Midnight Black. Garfield instantly fell in love with the bike.

"Who's is that?" he asked Joe, who laughed slightly.

"It's yours, now. I bought it out of impulse, never rode it, no need to have it. I prefer cars anyway," Joe handed Garfield the keys, "I'm still charging you for it, but you can pay me after you get your Bounty."

Garfield shook Joe's hand firmly, "Joe, you're a saint. But could you do me a favour? I need to drive my buddy's car back, so could you send this over with my other shit?"

"Sure, that's no problem."

When Garfield was leaving the store, he had to say, Joe is a fucking awesome guy to have on your team. Now that Garfield has everything he needs, he could finally start his work. He decided to leave it for tomorrow; let everything get sent to the tower first.

While walking back to the car, his hearing caught the voices of Starfire and Raven, and they were close.

"Shit, Fuck, Bollocks," Garfield hid behind a wall; he then noticed Star and Raven discussing something very personal at the food court. Curiosity getting the better of him, he listened.

"You can't allow this to happen, Raven. Just let me tell Nightwing," Star was pleading with Raven for something, Garfield really now needed to listen.

"It's not that simple, Star. I love him, if Nightwing finds out, that's Aqualad out of The Titans. Not just us, but everywhere."

"But friend, first it was the arguments, but no he's hurting you! You can't allow him to treat you like this. I lied to friend Garfield about us coming here to buy swimsuits, and not the makeup to hide your bruises."

Raven sighed, "And I'm very grateful, but I just can't let anything happen to Aqualad. I really do care for him, and I know he cares for me."

Garfield was livid, arguments are one thing, and it's healthy in a relationship to have the occasional spat. But if there's anything Garfield hates most on this planet, it is woman beaters, especially if the woman in question is a friend.

Garfield mentally jot down that he had the have some words with Aqualad, he decided that he heard enough and headed to the T-Car. Unfortunately, this didn't go unnoticed by his lady friends.

"Is that friend Garfield?" Star asked, Raven looked over to where Starfire was pointing, and indeed, there he was walking toward the T-Car.

"He must be running errands, let's leave him be. I don't want him seeing us buying the makeup anyway."

Starfire and Raven left and headed towards a store to buy swimsuits, so they can make sure that no-one could find out the real reason they were here.

If only it was like that. But Garfield knew and he really wasn't happy about it.