"It doesn't look too bad to me."

It was over a day since the Cyborg gang had Garfield wacked to a pulp. Garfield was laying down on his bed, with bandages over his head and hands. He looked even stranger than he had before he was wacked and that's not counting the injuries. Parts of his face had restored themselves back to what Garfield looked like in his prime, so too was parts of his body. However, parts of his arms, legs and a few areas around his hands and face still looked like they belong to an old man, which created a strange combination of them both like a grotesque Frankenstein's monster. He estimated that at least 50% of him is young and the rest is old.

Garfield was looking at someone who he thought he would never see again. An old man with Rapunzel like silver hair, and a giant white beard who was wearing large spectacles like what a blind man would wear, a large black jacked with a faded blue symbol on the front of it, large baggy trousers and cheap looking worn out shoes. He looked old and frail, yet he moved like if he was still in his prime.

"That's because your blind Dick Grayson" Garfield said smiling at his old friend.

The old Nightwing smiled looking down at where Garfield was. "Even so" he said in his casual commanding tone "Even though you have an unusual healing factor, judging by what your wife described to me, I can conclude that it isn't what is used to be. Unless if…" The old Nightwing paused as if considering his next sentence carefully. "but anyway, that's not important at the moment right now. What does matter is this. If you don't find their money soon, and even I can tell that you ain't got any little nest eggs tucked away."

Garfield looked down at the blanket more interested in the pain patterns than what his friend had to say. Nightwing sighed heavily "I think you're in a lot of trouble, and Vic is being generous with your deadline. But the only question is, what are yea goanna do about it?"

Garfield groaned; he didn't like the sound of what this sounds like. If conversation goes the way he thinks he is going to, then he will be most displeased. "If you're talkin bout fighting. I ani't interested. I will never raise me fists again or…"

"Oh, I know. I know" Nightwing said, as if expecting this answer. "They kicked our buts when there were thousands of us. What chance would we have against them now? If you think your days are behind you, think again. My days of fighting super villains are far behind me. This, is more of a business proposition."

Garfield's eyebrows raised. He hadn't expected this, and yet a son of Batman is supposed to be like this. "What kind of business?" He said, carefully measuring his words.

"A delivery job" Nightwing said casually

Garfield's face didn't change. Delivery jobs are suicidal depending on where you delivered it, how you delivered it, what you delivered and how long it took. All of which has an infinite number of variables. Garfield had heard that the Penguin had personally killed someone for being 5 minutes late with his delivery of refreshments, not to mention that going through Black Adam territory is suicidal. Then there was the concern that if the cargo was allowed or not. The supervillains seldomly did trade, but when they did it was though 'trusted people' and a whole list of requirements, and he was certain that Nightwing wouldn't even be allowed to serve tea in the staff room in the sewers.

"Is it legal?" He asked

Nightwing cocked his head, with a thin smile "You'd ask an old sidekick to Batman if he'd ever break the law?" he said in a sort of mocking tone.

Then he became all business like as if he was 17 years old again and was leading the Titans against Dr Light or the villain of the week.

"I need to get a package to the east coast in two weeks, Metropolis to be more precise. But driving myself there is impossible, and due to certain circumstances, I need a navigator and I am willing to pay you $500 for your troubles. That's an awful lot of dough Beast Boy…And an awful lot of rent. What do you say?"

Garfield paused. He looked at the door where he saw his wife and 4 kids looking on at this exchange as if it was an interesting movie, all of them staring at Garfield. He looked at Nightwing, who was gazing at him with a wide smile on his face. However, Garfield knew Nightwing long enough to know that he is almost always hiding something. What exactly did he mean by 'certain circumstances' and what exactly is he carrying? If he was carrying food and other necessities that's fine, but why go to the trouble of actually finding him? Plus, if he did get the money, how would he get back? Sure, he can take whatever mode of transport that he took to get to Metropolis, but who knows how long that will take. What if he arrives a day or a week to late to find his family dead? Then there was the matter of the journey itself. Nightwing was asking him to go through the territories of the Penguin, Black Adam and Lex Luthor not to mention so many other landlords. And if he were to go with him, he would have to go through them twice! There were so many things that can go wrong, and yet. $500. That was enough money to cover the rent for at least 10 years! He looked at Linda, then at each one of the kids, then at Nightwing then out of the dark window, where nothing can be seen or heard except for the stars and moon.

"My name is Garfield, Nightwing" Garfield said slowly. "And I need sometime to think."

"Sure it is. Sure it is." Nightwing said giving a small fake mocking grin. "I will give you until the morning" His face fell to his usual resting 'bitch face' and he stood up as if to show his way out. Then, just when he was about to turn around he looked as if he just remembered something, giving a small gasp and Garfield can tell that is eyes looked wide as if it were about to pop out. Nightwing slapped his forehead lightly saying "Oh yeah! I almost forgot."

Garfield stared at Nightwing as if he was his judge, jury and executioner. He should have known. Nightwing has an ace up his sleeve. He is going to get him to do this job whether if he wanted to or not and he is going to play the ultimate hand to force him into action.

"I can't believe I forgot why I came here! I have just remembered! I remember now!"

He looked down at Garfield with a genuine smile, like a poker player about to reveal the Royal Flush to someone who had a straight flush or a 4 of a kind. Garfield just sat there, unable to do anything about what Nightwing has to say.

"If you don't want to go that's fine my me, I can find someone else who would do it for less than half of what I will give you. It's a shame that your sons and their mom Raven won't be able to see you again."

And with that, he walked out of the door skillfully walking through Garfield's stunned family and disappeared.