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BARCODE:

Chapter 11: Outfit

Robin, Cyborg and Raven all three were glad for the very convenient slump in crime lately. Because, if they had to go out and fight crime, that would've meant leaving Garfield alone in the tower. Emphasis on the word alone. "God, it's like raising a two-year old." Robin mumbled, eyes a little bloodshot.

Garfield had been staying at the tower for a little over a week, and things had improved… but not by much. That morning, Garfield had figured out how to open a can of soda… and had killed a twelve-pack of root beers. After amusing himself with how many times he could belch, the sugar and the caffeine hit his system. He. Was. Hyper. Bouncing off the walls at a million miles an hour, Cyborg and Robin simply sat at the couch and watched him do it. "Dude! Raven! See Jane run! Band-aid! Cyborg! Scrub-a-dub! Robin! The absolute idiot's guide!" he was rambling at a million miles an hour until finally –

"What's going on in here?" Raven wanted to know, having just emerged for the morning. Completely hidden in her cloak, she swept onto the scene. Garfield came to a screeching halt, running right up to her. "What're you doing?" she asked him.

"Root beer!" He exploded, jumping up and down.

"You didn't give him sugar…." Raven looked at Robin and Cyborg, glaring at them accusingly.

"He figured out how to open them on his own, man. He took the whole pack and we couldn't catch him!" Cyborg said, watching Garfield run back and forth without ever tiring. "He's a little guy, but on a sugar rush he can run around like a freakin bat out of –!"

"I finished it." Raven said, interrupting. Both boys turned, knowing what she was talking about. Raven wasn't much in being feminine, but she'd tried her hand at old-fashioned sewing to make an outfit for Garfield. If he was going to be a Titan, he would need one. Her cloak parted, and she showed them. It was black, with a rather bright purple stripe going down the chest. A belt hung in her hand, an emergency communication device embedded in the buckle. Both boys stared at it, and Garfield even came to see. "This is yours." Raven said to him. "Put it on." She tossed it to him. He tilted his head, but already knew what to do. Having struggled into Raven's outfit a week ago, he understood how clothes worked now.

"Dude…" he said, unzipping the zipper in the back. He stepped into the one-piece outfit, and Raven helped him close the zipper when he was all the way in. It was skintight, and looked rather dashing on him. He looked down at himself, grinning at his new colors. "Dude!" He actually had tears in his eyes, and he threw his arms around Raven.

"You're hugging me!" She grunted, trying to pry him off. But of course, he didn't understand her words and kept nuzzling against her. When he finally let go, he ran over to Robin and Cyborg to show himself off. They both gave him thumbs up. "That should suffice for now." Raven said. "As far as I know… when he transforms, most clothes transform with him. She pulled a little piece of paper out of her cloak, and came over to the green teen. "Can you be this?" she showed him the picture.

He stared at it for a few moments, tilting his head. Then, he got the idea and threw up his arms. He became a huge bear, roaring mightily! Cyborg and Robin jumped to their feet, but he turned back into his normal self just as quickly. He smiled at Raven, looking proud of himself. His clothes had vanished during the transformation, and reappeared when he'd become a humanoid again. "Good job, Raven." Robin smiled, nodding his approval.

"Not a bad look for the little grass stain!" Cyborg said, inspecting him from all sides. "So… now what? What're we teaching him today?" Robin shrugged, and looked at Raven.

"We'll do flash cards for awhile, and see what happens." She decided, going to get them out of a drawer. Cyborg sat Garfield on the couch, taking a third of the flash cards from Raven. Robin took a third, and Raven kept the rest. "Okay Garfield. Try this." She held up a picture for him to see. "Look now…what is it?"

He tilted his head, looking at it for a few seconds before speaking. "Ball!" he said. Raven was, in fact, holding a picture of a beachball. She nodded, setting the picture face down in her lap.

"How about this one, Gar?" Robin held up a new picture.

"TV!" he said, recognizing it immiediatly.

It was Cyborg's turn, and he held up something rather interesting. "All right ya little green man, what's this?" He showed him the picture, grinning.

"Two-hundred and thirty inch four-by-four engine, turbo option and a gutless fan!" Garfield said, looking proud of himself. Robin and Raven turned to Cyborg, their eyebrows going up.

"You've had him around the car, haven't you?" Raven looked annoyed, but Cyborg was very proud that Garfield had remembered it exactly. Shrugging and reaching next to himself, Robin tossed the green teen an M&M. That was his reward for getting three answers right, and he was getting pretty good at it. He caught the flying candy in his mouth, crunching it in mere seconds. He looked at the three of them, eager for more flash cards so there would be more candy.

Three weeks later…

"TV, pan, fire, ice, pencil, towel, band aid, book... house." Garfield had been playing the 'lightning round' of flash cards with Raven, and he'd gotten every single one right. A little over a month at the tower, and he'd gotten his own room, learned the rules of the bathroom, and even had a vague understanding of how the TV worked! But… he'd been confined to the tower, and that made him as crazy as usual. Just… crazy with a wider vocabulary.

"Good, Garfield." Raven allowed herself a small smile, standing at last. "I think that's all you can learn from the flash cards."

"The end?" he asked, tilting his head. Raven nodded, and he stood. He watched her drop the cards in the trash, and his pointed ears wilted a little. He spotted the clock and looked at it for a long time. Raven watched him do so, seeing if he could figure it out on his own. Cyborg had marked the twelve and the six with a red marker, showing him that was when it was time to eat, whenever the little pointer pointed to them. The smaller of the clock hands was almost on the twelve, because it read eleven-fifty. "Lunch time?" Garfield wanted to know. He looked at the refrigerator, knowing that was where most of the food was kept. The others had realized over time that he was a vegetarian, and had stocked the place accordingly.

"Sure." Raven nodded, proud of him for looking at the clock without being told to. It had taken Cyborg and Raven hours to get him to understand what time was all about. He understood where the sun was in the sky, but it took him ages to get the fact that you could keep track of the day without looking up. Raven fixed him a plate of sweet fruits and chopped veggies, and then paused when deciding on a drink. "Well… he's been pretty good lately…" she pulled out a root beer and opened it, setting it down in front of him.

Garfield looked overjoyed at the spread. But wait… what had he been told about eating? He thought for a moment. Raven was making herself a sandwich and some ice tea, watching him out of the corner of her eye. A thought bubble appeared above Garfield's head, and he tried to recall the advice he'd been given. Cyborg appeared in the bubble for a moment, "Always make sure your pipes are clean, or your car'll backfire every chance it gets!" Hmm… Car advice didn't seem to fit the situation.

Garfield shook his head, and Robin appeared in the thought bubble. "Don't make a mess with the toilet paper, okay? Just use what you need and flush it." That didn't seem to fit either…

Garfield's brow furrowed as Raven sat next to him. She made to speak, but she could see he was thinking and said nothing. If he was thinking intelligently and trying to find a solution for something, she wanted him to figure it out on his own. She did wonder, however, what he was thinking about. Had she missed something in his lunch? She looked at his plate. Fruits… veggies… root beer… she had everything covered… "Ah!" Garfield said, putting up a finger as Raven appeared in the thought bubble.

"Use a napkin, not your sleeve." said the Raven in the thought bubble. He nodded to her, and the thought bubble vanished. That's what he was trying to remember. Napkin. What was a napkin again… wasn't it kept on the table somewhere? Oh yeah. He reached, all the way to the middle of the long table… and grabbed a napkin from the napkin holder. Raven stared in absolute shock. He'd remembered that? She'd only said it once, like five days ago!

"Amazing…" Raven murmured, as not to attract attention as he unfolded it at put it in his collar like a bib. He snatched a piece of celery, tossed it an incredible three feet into the air… and chomped it. "Amazing…" Raven muttered in a completely different tone, clearly not amused. He had some table manners, but not all of them. And she had an odd feeling he never would get them all… She took a bite of her sandwich, careful to chew with her mouth closed to be a good example for him. Sipping her tea, she watched him juggle five grapes and then one by one toss them down his gullet. "There's always more to teach him." She sighed, sweat dropping. "I'm just glad Robin got the bathroom lesson right." She didn't want Garfield taking care of business anywhere he shouldn't and again had left a job like that to the boys. Her eyes had already lost their virginity to him, she didn't want to taint herself anymore than necessary.

"All done!" He chirped, standing. Cyborg had taught him about dishes, although it had taken quite some time for him to understand that dishes were reusable. Quite few dishes met the trashcan before that lesson was over… he put his plate in the sink and dropped the empty root beer can in the trash. Raven marveled at how far he had come in a little under two months. He heaved a sigh, patting his belly. He curled up on the couch for his afternoon nap. For some reason, he liked to sleep right after eating lunch. The sun was shining on him and the couch. The light made his green skin glow just a little, making him look really innocent. Raven had never felt so much like a mother in her entire life, and she smiled slowly.

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Does Garfield remember to leave the seat down when he's done using the bathroom? Is Raven falling for him, or just playing the parent he never had? And what has happened to the original Garfield Logan, if he hasn't been seen by our heroes for five weeks? All that and more next time on BARCODE! I didn't want to go on with him being wild forever! He's still got some wild in him, I'll give you that, but I have some ideas to put in the story where he needs to know some basic English. Trust me, its gonna be good. I hope all my old fans realize this story is up and running again. I just posted three chapters all at once, so please review so I know what you think of them! Thankies!