Monday. Garfield didn't normally pay attention to what day it was, but now living with a teenager who still went to school got him started on a schedule. Since he was purchased midday yesterday, that must have been Sunday. He lay on his warm rock and waited for the teen to leave. Hopefully he could sneak out midday and get something more filling than fruit. Like a salad. With tomatoes, and carrots, and cucumbers. And maybe some peanuts. He loved peanuts. But that was something that squirrels ate, not iguanas.
"Wally. Really? For the fastest kid alive you take forever to get up. And is that a gecko?"
"Mom. That's my iguana. Dad told me I could get it if I got an A in English," said Wally sitting up.
"Oh. I didn't think you'd get one so soon. What's its name?"
"His name is Garfield," he said changing out of his pajamas and into a pair of jeans. His mom gave him a look.
"And you said you didn't like the fat orange cat in the paper," she joked.
"I don't. But why should I hate his name?" he smiled. Garfield gave them a look. He hated when people talked about him like he wasn't even there. But then again, they didn't know. So he would remain silent.
"Have you already fed him?" asked his mom.
"Just about to," he said pulling out a bag of dried fruit. Scooping out a handful he placed the fruit in the tank. Garfield ran over and began eating the food. All the while wondering if they had salad makings and orange juice.
"Well breakfast is down stairs on the table. Barry will be coming to pick you up from school and take you to Central."
Garfield looked up. Take him to Central? If we're not in Central… where are we?
"Thanks mom," he said disappearing from the room. A gust of wind following him. Blinking his eyes he realized something. He didn't have a crazed fan as an owner; he had a hero for an owner. Flashy? Flash Kid? Speedy? The only thing worse than having a hero for an owner was not being able to remember their name. He smacked his head on the glass as the mother left. He had a… a speedster for an owner. Daddy-sir mentioned them before. He didn't like the league. Well most of them. But he said that everyone, including himself had a soft spot for speedsters. They were the ones who were said to keep the sanity of others. The smiles and the laughs. The joy in the sorrow. The thorn in Batman's side.
Daddy-sir didn't get along to well with Batman. Especially after Garfield thought that Batman was Santa Claus. Things like that happened when he heard too much; Santa Claus is Coming to Town. Come on, 'He sees you when you're sleeping, He knows when you're awake', how could you not think he was Batman?
Still, he didn't understand why they didn't get along. They acted a lot alike. Why couldn't they get along when Daddy-sir was alive?
-.-
"Bruce?" asked Dick who was about ready to leave. He could tell by the look on his face that something was wrong.
"Yes Richard?" he asked back.
"Something wrong?"
Bruce sighed. That could either mean something minor and trivial as Bruce, something annoying as Batman, or something important as Batman.
"You remember the Doom Patrol correct?" he asked.
"I remember Alfred telling me about them. They were heroes that died protecting a small island of people right?"
"Yes."
"Is it the anniversary?"
Bruce had a thing with anniversaries. He never forgot. He never forgot his parent's death, Richard's parent's death, or the deaths of heroes.
"Beast boy."
"Excuse me?" asked Dick now curious.
"Their young member. The youngest of the Doom Patrol."
Dick furrowed his brows. His usual smile gone and replaced with a frown of confusion.
"I thought only four people died. Mento, Elasti-girl, Negative man, and Robot man."
"They were the only ones. But it would seem… as though they had a student. Mento and Elasti-girl's adoptive son," he sighed again. Dick frowned. A kid without parents who lost his adoptive parents to a bomb? Ouch.
"And you are thinking of this now because?" asked Dick curiously.
"He's been off our radar. I'm guessing Mento learned how to hide his power. But now he's reappeared. His powers are in use."
"And you want to go get him? If he's Mento and Elasti-girl's kid shouldn't he feel fine?"
"He's ten."
Dick's eyes widened. He looked away sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck, "Man, he must not be feeling the aster."
-.-
Garfield sat in his tank until he heard a third 'click' from the door signaling that someone else had left. He changed into a gecko and climbed the wall of the tank again. Then he turned into a small mite, squeezing through the cracks to freedom. Once out, he went to his human form. His body felt stiff.
"Testing. One two three," he said in the room. His voice was high and kind of gravely. Side effect from being in one form too long he decided. He stretched his body only to feel sore. He felt old. Well, as an animal he was ranged from young to at least young adult. The animal kingdom had a shorter life span anyway. He walked out of the room to see he wasn't where he was yesterday. He was in a house. A fairly normal one at that. Two stories, probably suburban area. He began his descend down the stairs and began to look for the kitchen. And a bathroom. Despite having the animal kingdom under his belt did not mean he was comfortable with going to the bathroom in a tank and having someone else clean up his… droppings.
And he was also hoping he could find a pair of scissors. He never had long hair. He didn't especially like it. For one, he was born in Africa, it was always hot and long hair was either put up and out of the way or hacked off. And daddy-sir always gave him a short haircut so it wouldn't bother him under the mask. Or make it difficult to see when he changed.
Walking into the kitchen, he searched the drawers. He smiled as he pulled out a pair of scissors. He walked toward the bathroom and began cutting his hair, disposing of it, by throwing it out the window and into the grass.
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