It's been a year since I last updated. I'm going to try to continue this thing. Probably finish in five chapters. I'm sorry for my fans….err….fan?...Anyway…The reason I haven't written anything for a year is a long story involving no money, a busted comp, pawning shit for money and the pawnshop taking the computer. Plus college and all that.

Well, Here it is….Chapter 3….Ok……here it is….bye…..

Gar slept most of the trip. Matt's voice tuned in and out of his head as he slept. When he awoke he found that Matt was still driving. Matt was humming to a song on the radio. When Matt noticed he was awake he quickly started to shake Gar out of his coma with a barrage of questions.

"So, how was it at that big ol' tower anyway?"

Gar looked at Matt through half asleep eyes, "It was cool…I guess."

Matt looked at him with a grin as if he knew Garfield's every secret, "If it was so great than why leave?"

Gar just sat quietly, slightly slumped down. Matt decided not to keep asking questions on that subject and decided to just joke around with him for a little while.

"Hey, Gar?"

"What?"

"Why don't you and I go lookin' for some chicks later?"

Gar chuckled a little, "That would be great. Let me just get my Members Only jacket and we can cruise the town for chicks."

"Yeah, that's what I'm talking about!"

They finally reached Matt's apartment. Matt had to drag a snoring Gar up the stairs to the third floor. After entering his apartment room, he threw Gar on to the sofa and then proceeded to his bedroom for some needed sleep. There wasn't going to be any cruising on that night after all.

Garfield finally woke up after being asleep for eighteen hours. He felt groggy and disoriented and a little twisted up from sleeping on a sofa for so long. He glanced over at the television that was at the far end of the room. Matt had pulled up a chair near the TV and was watching the screen as if he were mesmerized. Garfield furrowed his brow as he focused his eyes on the TV.

"What's going on? You look like a zombie."

Matt looked at Garfield and then glanced back at the TV, "Someone took some people hostage."

Gar just stared for a moment. He said this in such a disconnected tone, Gar thought.

"How many?"

"Four. I think it's a family."

Matt leaned back and stretched for a minute and then got up to microwave some chicken noodle soup. He turned from the TV, "Hey, I know you don't like meat but I bought ya some Veggie soup. The stuff's not half-

Matt realized he wasn't talking to anyone. The window was wide open. Matt chuckled, "That clown." His eyes darted to the refrigerator.

"Mmmm, chicken and veggie soup."

Cop cars surrounded a man armed to the teeth with guns. Under one arm he held a small child. (It's always a kid) The man wore a helmet that didn't seem to have a visor and two giant blades were hooked to his back. He chuckled a little and then spoke.

"I'll be honest. I only took these people hostage so I could get as many of you cops as possible here." He then put the girl down, "Why do you think I just let the other three go?" He watched the girl run into her father's arms. The child and her family quickly turned and made a hasty retreat from the area.

The police had all their weapons aimed and ready. Snipers sat on the roof tops of buildings. They all had clear shot and they were just waiting for the order. This guy was a cop-killer and he was as good as dead.

During all this commotion, a small lizard crawled his way down the side walk. He didn't have to worry about any feet crushing him because everyone was either too busy aiming a gun or hiding. The lizard crawled down a sewage drain and he wasn't seen again.

The crazed gunman made his move. He swung his arm forward, the barrel of the gun gleaming. The police officer answered with an explosion of fire power. The gunman was now lying like a rag doll on the floor. A few of the bolder officers walked towards the body laughing as they approached.

The police chief was already going to verbally tear their heads off when he noticed that the body was slowly moving. Before the chief could react it was too late. There was sudden sound of wind being cut and then the police officers fell over.

Or "fell apart" to be more accurate.

"And now…"

The police fired everything they had at the gunman. The deafening silence afterward held until the gunman continued what he was saying.

"…IT'S MY TURN!"

"I DON'T THINK SO!"

The manhole cover behind the criminal erupted and he felt something snake around him in a death grip. He immediately could feel his chest tightening, "How? Where did an anaconda come from? Did it escape the zoo? Well, Proof will not be defeated by this thing!"

As he said this he was able to trigger an explosive on his leg. Beast Boy saw this and reacted as he was trained to react. He morphed into a duck and flew away as quick as possible. The explosion threw him into a wall. Garfield was now in his normal form but he wasn't Garfield anymore. He was Beast Boy and he was ready to let out some steam.

Proof crawled out of a crater in the middle of the street. He was little shocked from blowing himself up but his suit could take the beating. He got back on his feet and then was sent through a window by a bear's massive paw. Proof found himself lying on a linoleum floor inside a barbershop. He again crawled back onto his feet and drew out one of his blades. It slightly weighed down his left side but not by much. On his right arm he held an Uzi. This was enough to take down a bear, he thought to himself.

He should have been thinking of why the bear was green because at that instant the giant head of a T-rex crashed through the wall and of Dinosaur jaws crushed him in a serrated hug. He tried to struggle but he soon went unconscious from the pressure.

Beast Boy emerged from the wrecked Barbershop pumping his arms in triumph.

"People, people please! They'll be autographs for everyone!

What am I doing? I should be relaxing and NOT fighting bad guys. Can't let anyone know I'm here. Robin would find out in less than a day!

The police watched in a stunned awe as Garfield flew over their heads as a green eagle. Chief Briar just watched with concern as he chewed on his cigar. After an hour of investigating the scene and securing the perpetrator the police headed back to the precinct. Briar had a few contacts to make.