Gar (Craig) could feel the cold stone floor beneath him, and someone's hand on his face. Once his eye were focused, he saw the person sat opposite him. Dark robes and long black hair framed her pale face, and in the dull light, the mysterious girl who had called them their look almost to be in black and white. From her slender hands adorned with rings to the silvery earrings sticking out of her glossy hair, he silently studied her. The only thing that seemed to be coloured was the red jewel on the forehead. Eventually, his gaze landed on her large, grey eyes. Her hand dropped, and he suddenly found himself catching her as she collapsed.

Everything and nothing went through his mind as he tried to grasp what had happened.

"Garfield!" Dick cried, rushing over to them. "Gar, are you O.K?"

"Oh, um. Um-hum... Um-hum..."

"What the hell just happened?"

"I should ask you that. You talked in tongues or something..."

As Dick stooped down to their level, Vic stood over them.

"Is that her? That has to be her..."

"Well, unless you were expecting to come here finding another random girl, it is safe to assume that this is her..." That made no sense, Craig.

"O.k... so what do we do now? It's not like we can take her on the subway..."

"I've got it covered." Replied Dick. "Someone's coming to pick us up."

Vic lifted the girl in his arms, and Gar struggled to put on underpants. His body was heavy from the sudden, large transformation, and he gather his thoughts. In the end he clung to Dick let himself get guided to the car.

"Master Garfield. Master Grayson told me you might be needing these." The elderly man holding some clothes "His assumption was correct, as always. "

"Haha, it's a common occurrence, Alfred." Dick replied, taking them. He helped Gar into the back seat and put the clothes on his lap.

"Oh, Master Grayson. I know it's two hours late but, many kind regards for your birthday." He passed the boy a gift bag. "Master Bruce and Master Jason also send you their regards."

I forgot his birthday... how could I forget his birthday...

Things got groggy. Putting on the jogging bottoms was harden then it should have been... all he wanted to do... was... sleep...

"Mi'r zelnouth na'ar..." {I long for home...}

What? I don't know that language...

"...Mi'r zelnouth Tamaran..." {I long for Tamaran}

Oh. Is this a dream again?

It was dark. As Gar and Craig sleepily discussed what might be happening, the person speaking the strange language started to sing. Even without knowing the words, the melancholy melody let out her pained emotions, that seeped into the boys.

"Imr'r bumgorf, rutha bumgorf, Kn'orfka ahlmar na'a

{Small child, weak child. (Your) guardian cares for you}

Blorthog neichsha, maikorf Tamaran, florgh j'ch tinnabula

{(On the) festival of friendship morning, throughout tamaran, ring will the friendship bells.}

Hou'pu na'a zelnouth. Hou'pu na'a elamour.

{when you're longing. When you're broken. }

Aisht'a elken florgh, Ai'r eika nour na'ar

{hear the ringing, I'm forever your home}

me: oh, i don't want to get too into this fanfic, it's just a bit of fun.

also me: welp, time to listen to all that tamaranean in the show and read up on it and just invent the language!

so be prepared to get a tamaranean to english dictionary one day. i did just make up most of it in this. it's a lot of guessing of what could have been said in the show...

also, finished an animatic of Joker and Harley Quin! (that is why i was away from writing, but am now back) it'll hopefully be up on The Ship It Show's you tube channel soon!