Disclaimer: I wish I owned (screams of Get back, beast, a cat's meow and a crash—) Teen Titans, but I don't. Heh. -

A/N: For those of you that have seen Homecoming pt. 1 (or have extensive knowledge of Beast Boy's past) know that he's been a superhero since he was pretty small. I was inspired by watching the premiere of Homecoming,—and furious with myself for putting the recorder on the wrong channel—especially by the way that Beast Boy addressed Mento as 'sir', and reminded me of an Army Brat, and despite it's cuteness, I found myself overanalyzing the whole issue, and became compelled to write this. So, please enjoy.

Yes Sir!

"How far can one little kid go?" growled a voice, grating with frustration. The storm raged overhead, dark clouds marbling the wide expanse of the sky, shrouding stars and pointedly blocking out the light of the moon. The cold rain fell from the moisture heavy clouds in the fashion of a fire house sprayed downwards, huge fat droplets slamming down onto the city below, as if brimming with the intent of pummeling the city flat. Thunder growled threateningly, as if disapproving the seeds of crime that were permeating the metropolis and the lightning was on its way.

The Brotherhood of Evil was in town.

Two men, clad in black patrol armor, complete with several holsters occupied by guns, a few hidden sheaths housing small knives and bulky, but menacing looking helmets that covered their entire heads, with two red plated holes for eyes, turning that was just a man under that mask into a faceless horror.

"Apparently, far," grunted the partner of the patroller who had spoken first. The rain was rumbling thunder somewhat muffled the sound, but thanks to the comlinks built into the helmets, the troopers could understand each other perfectly, but the common spectator or eavesdropper, the voices were stifled, as if the said person was talking with…well, a mask on.

"Why did the Brain order us after that little freak anyway, Aiden?" the first patroller whined. "I don't even remember if he wants the kid alive or not."

"Well, you're pretty damn lucky you have me, Mike." Aiden replied, keeping his eyes ahead on the murky road before them. A chill wind moaned eerily, blowing some of the rain off course, which seemed to intensify the inexorable spell of rain, as if it was angry at the wind's sudden disturbance.

"The Brain said he wanted him dead, and his gorilla pal suggested we bring his body back for proof of it, considering the last guy you were sent to get rid of got away with a bullet wound."

As the pair turned the corner, Mike started to gripe again.

"Man, that gorilla is asshat. I don't care if Mallah's a supposed genius with a level one-seventy-nine IQ or whatever, he doesn't have to go around suggesting we're incompetent. So we're supposed to bring that kid's dead body all the way back to base?"

"You're incompetent! And yes, we do, stop asking stupid and obvious questions!" Aiden snarled viciously, jerking his heavy machine gun at his partner with a click, water flecking off the edge of his helmet. "Let me re-ram the information through your thick skull.

"The Brain wants the green kid dead, he wants us to do it, and bring his body back. Now, before you ask me any more stupid questions, I'll clue you in on why." So far, the explanation was drawn out with exaggerated patience on Aiden's part, and Mike felt stupider and stupider as his short-tempered partner continued.

"The green kid isn't just some freak, he's some kind of shapeshifter, the Brain reckons. He or Mallah or someone spotted the kid not too far from the base. There can't be witnesses. So, shut the hell up and let's go."

Mike didn't feel like prodding him after that would be a good idea, so he kept his further thoughts to himself as they walked through a curtain of rain. His smothered conscience gave a faint, pathetic squeal of protest, but Mike casually crushed it with ease, having practiced that maneuver many, many times.

Gar Logan, eight years old, was running for his life.

He was constantly looking over his shoulder, with fearful green eyes, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as his pace, once as fast a sprint as a small boy could manage had slowed to a labored, staggering jog, his sneakered feet wearily slapping the wet peavement as he sloshed through ankle deep puddles of dirty standing rainwater, tripped on stray bits of debris or his own, untied shoelaces.

His jeans and shabby white T-shirt, both too big for him, clung wetly to his thin body, making him want to shudder with every step. His short, unruly green hair was plastered to his head, runoff and rainwater dripping into terrified eyes, into his ears and down his back.

Upon seeing him, your standard civilian, even if that standard civilian was well-mannered, they would have difficulty not dropping whatever they were doing and gaping like a slack-jawed idiot.

Gar—at least at this point—would not be considered human. He was green. His skin was a paler shade of the color than his darker hair and eyes, which appeared almost bluish in scant light. Those eyes were big and expressive, a deep emerald. If the hair and skin weren't enough, his ears her long and painted, and a sharp tooth, big by human standards jutted out of his lower jaw, showing even when his mouth was closed.

But right now, his appearance was anything but frightening.

Wheezing for breath and half-blind with fear, rainwater dripping into his eyes, she spotted the alleys up ahead. They weren't too much darker than the streets themselves…there wasn't anything in there, was there?

He made for the sidewalk, breathless, and tripped on the tiny rise, falling with a breathy shout into a deep puddle. Spluttering and coughing and spitting out water, the shapeshifter staggered back to his feet, his skin so numb he barely felt the water dripping off of his arms, neck and face. Coughing and trying to rub the water out of his eyes, he stumbled in the shadows, leaning against the wall, his sides heaving wetly as his legs trembled with the effort of standing, and he slowly slid downwards, until he was resting in what he could think of as safe shadow, curled in a fetal position and hugging his knees.

The rain hammered his back and his head relentlessly as the tears, hot tears started to slide down his face. Their heat shocked him. He hadn't realize how cold he really was…the weight of evens started to crash down around him, making him shudder violently as he fought against sobbing loudly. Those men that wanted to kill him might find him if he made a sound…

He'd heard such horrible things, just by entering the city by that big building. Lots of big men in black uniform, all talking about some sort of big machine that would certainly gain the Brotherhood of Evil or something the upper hand. There was also talk of a brain and a gorilla, but past that, he hadn't heard much…

"I think he went over here!"

Gar looked up, panicked, hearing that muffled voice. Swallowing hard, he backed deeper into the alleyway, his pupils tiny in wide eyes, shivering not only with cold, but deep, bone chilling terror as two black figures with red-plates where their eyes should be.

"No!" he whispered, horrified to himself as he backed up even further, but his back touched the dead end of the alley, boxing him in.

"You sure, Aiden?" Came the second voice, one Gar recognized as the whiney one.

"No, but we won't figure it out unless we check—wait! HA! There he is; nightvision scanners just picked him up!" To Gar's complete and utter dismay, the two started running towards him, obviously prepared to do combat…combat that would no doubt end in his death.

In a whirl of thoughts and decisions, the shapeshifter took the form of a dog once again, running up to the foot of the alley. Better to fight than go down cowering—and despite his age, the shapeshifter had morals. As soon as the bigger one—Mike or whatever, came in reach, he lunged with a bark, grabbing his right arm in his teeth, worrying it and growling all the while.

"ARGH! Get him off me!" Mike cawed, beating Gar in the head with the butt of his gun three times before Aiden used his gun like a golf club and whammed him away with great force, smashing the eight-year-old into the narrow wall of the alleyway with a whimper. Colored stars exploded before his eyes as pain racked his head, making the world spin around him. His side ached, but distantly, he saw through blurred eyes one of them making for him.

"Don't shoot him; we agreed that we didn't want blood everywhere. If I can just get my hands 'round his neck…"

Upon hearing this, despite the fact his head felt like it would burst it hurt so bad, Gar focused his addled mind and heart into something bigger, faster and more dangerous than a dog—not by much, but a start. Wolf, wolf, wolf, wolf! He closed his eyes, realizing that he had seconds before Mike was upon him, and felt his dog's snout jut out further, his bone structure lengthened and his teeth grew. His tail bushed out, his paws became larger and his ears narrowed into points as his eyes tapered into ovals.

"YAAGH!" Mike yelped in surprise, jumping backwards. Aiden did not. "You idiot! He can barely control his powers! Come on, take advantage of that!"

Gar didn't have time to be overhwhelmed by his new shape's raw power and strength and senses, only time to use them. With a vicious growl, he jumped clumsily at the smaller man, knocking him over, but just as his vision started to clear, he felt strong, gloved fingers grab his throat and push up, slamming him back onto the ground—on his back. The force of that blow broke his concentration, forcing him back to his feeble human shape—as his oxegen was cut off abruptly.

"Good, now do it fast, before we get any more trouble….damn! Does this look infected to you?"

Aiden completely ignored Mike, increasing the pressure on the shapeshifter's throat. Gar struggled weakly, but black spots were beginning to dance in front of his wide eyes, small, choked noises escaping him as his lungs started to burn, more and more, when he suddenly heard a deep shout, right before he would have passed out—

"Doom Patrol! Attack!"

A/N: Wow, that has to be the longest chapter of anything that I've ever written…anyway, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this, and please drop a review. I worked my butt off on this.