I stand outside the med-bay door. Gar's getting his stitches out today, but Cyborg won't let me in until he's done. Apparently he thinks that as soon as the last stitch is out I'll jump Gar's bones. He should give me more credit. I would at least wait until Cyborg had his back turned.
It's not long until Cyborg comes out. He looks tired.
"Is he okay?" I ask.
"Oh yeah! Everything's fine. You two can have your fun now." He gives me a look, "Be gentle with him though, he's been on bed rest for two weeks."
I smirk at him, "I can't make any promises."
Cyborg shakes his head and starts to walk away, I hear him say 'nasty' under his breath. I don't hesitate to go in and lock the door behind me.
Gar catches sight of me and grins at me from the far end of the room, "No stitches!"
"No stitches." I repeat. My cloak comes off, as do my shoes, and by the time I reach him, the rest of my uniform is off too.
We're quick and greedy. No foreplay, just a fast and hard fuck. It makes me realize how much I actually missed him. He's exhausted when we finish, which isn't surprising, so I move to lie next to him and give him some room to breathe.
Gar's breathing is heavy when he tells me how much he missed doing that. I nuzzle into his neck.
"Yeah, me too." I admit.
We talk about what his plans are now that his stumps are all healed up. Before I came in, he and Cyborg went over the options. There were some animals that could regenerate limbs, but who knew how that would translate into his human form, and there hasn't been any evidence of any known animals that can regenerate two perfectly functioning limbs at once. So that was out.
There were always stem cells, but to grow just the legs would take several years, and then if reattachment was perfect, it would be PT for at least ten years of his life. There were regular prosthetics, that he could take on and off so he could use his powers, but that would just make him a two-legged cheetah, or a tailless dolphin, which would have to put on prosthetics again whenever he was human.
His only real option was cybernetic attachments, the kind that Cyborg was practically made of. Cyborg said he could whip up a pair of legs for Gar in three weeks. Meaning, he would have legs that listened to his body signals, he could have legs that would technically sense touch and temperature; the only draw-back was…
"No powers." I say.
I glance at his stumps. Cyborg would have to make the new legs connect with the nerves Gar has left. The cybernetic legs couldn't change with the rest of him, and he couldn't take them off.
"Yup." He nods, "That part sucks, but not as much as hanging out in a bed for years and being useless. I want to get on with my life, you know?"
I shift my head so we can look at each other, "What does getting on with your life entail?"
Gar shrugs, "I'm not sure yet, but hero-ing isn't much of an option. I'd be no use in the field, and all the stuff that Oracle does is great, and she's great at it, but I'd suck at that too. So, something else then."
The silence we settle into isn't all that comfortable. I kiss his cheek.
"We'll figure something out."
Gar gives me an odd look, "We'll figure something out? As in you and me?"
I kiss his mouth this time and push my body against his. I let my legs rest atop his stumps.
"Hero-ing might not be much of an option for me either."
His eyes harden, "Don't make that promise, not unless you're sure. You like being a hero remember? I don't want you to give that up for me."
I think it's sweet that he doesn't want me to quit for him. I pull him back for another kiss.
"If I quit being a hero, it'll be for me, not for anyone else." I state.
I can tell that he doesn't believe me, but instead of continuing to discuss it, he changes the subject.
"While I'm waiting on Cy to make me those new legs, think you could help me with a little side-project?"
"Depends on what it is."
His mouth pulls to the side, "You might think it's stupid."
"I think a lot of the stuff you do is stupid." I roll my eyes, "It can't be any worse than you getting your legs taken off with a laser."
He pokes his tongue out at me, "I wanna use my powers for what little good I can while I'm waiting on Cy. I can still transform into snakes, and if I transform into the rare, venomous kind, I could start harvesting the venom, and then…"
"Someone can make the anti-venom?" I finish for him. "That's very forward thinking of you."
"I know it's not taking down Cinderblock, but it's something before my career is done for good." Gar shrugs and looks away bashfully.
Eventually he'll need to talk about how he really feels about all this. Part of me is very proud of how well he's been taking this, the other part worries when he'll crack under the stress of putting on appearances for the rest of us. I pull him back by his chin.
"I'd love to help Gar, but you're going to be busy with something else."
Before he gets the chance to ask what else he'll be busy with, I kiss him and bring his hands to my chest.
"We've got some catching up to do." I whisper after I tug on his lower lip, "We've only made up one month out of the three we didn't screw each other senseless."
He chuckles and makes good use of his hands, "Someone's forgetting that week we took off in February."
"I'm not forgetting anything," I mutter, moving down his throat and putting myself back into my previous position above his hips, "That week made up for the month you had a girlfriend."
He grunts in response. His hands move to draw soft circles on my hips.
"Does that mean two weeks of screwing each other senseless are in order?"
"I wouldn't object," My hands wander below his hips.
Gar lets out a gasp and turns his head to nibble on my earlobe, "And if you get sick of me?"
"We've been at this for almost two years Gar; I haven't gotten sick of you yet." I shift so all it would take is a quick thrust to start us on round two, "Besides, I'll bring a book."
Gar smirks and pulls my face to meet his. In the same second, he thrusts his hips upwards. I gasp against his mouth and dig my nails into his arms. Oh, I'm going to enjoy catching up.