So, I have this little bingo list for when I'm reading fanfiction. It includes words such as "Orbs" and "Strawberry scented."

And I actually managed to cross of strawberry scented whilst reading that Gabriel Picolo Gar comic. And I am pretty sure I crossed off orbs somewhere but I can't remember.

I had a bit of fun towards the end... you'll see what I mean.


The fourth wall. An imaginary wall that separates the audience from the events in the story. When a character is aware they are in a story, talks to audience, or interacts with elements that they shouldn't, such as the "camera", panels and onomatopoeia, then it is said that the character is breaking the fourth wall.

Craig looked in the bathroom mirror at the reflection that wasn't his. He had a thinner face then this body, with a pointier chin and higher cheek bones. Even though he avoided mirror, he always did a double take whenever he caught sight of himself. Maybe he could cope better if the body wasn't green? "Right, Craig." He said, in a voice higher and cracklier and then his own. "You're Garfield. And Garfield needs to wash up, get dressed and go to the toilet...So, what's in the bag today, I here you ask? Well, we have a shirt that smells like it's from a good-will store... and... Oh, Gar, what the fuck are these?! Why do we own these?!" Craig pulled out the offending, mustard yellow trousers. When pared with the blue, button up shirt and Gar's 60's inspired hair cut, Craig felt like a rejected member of the Monkees. "I need to get my own clothes..."

Once he had sorted himself out, Craig headed back to the break room. "Dick's going to be trying to solve this, I bet..."

As he walked, someone called for him.

"Garfield?! Garfield, have you been in the autopsy room?" A man in green scrubs was walking briskly towards and abruptly stopped as soon as he was close enough to talk.

Bound to happen eventually. "Yeah, why?"

He fidgeted, finding it hard to make eye contact. "Oh, well, do you know if any of the bodies have been transported?"

Note to self, investigate how many bodies go missing in Dayton hospitals. "You mean one from the Star labs fire?"

"Yeah."

Don't be sardonic, don't be sardonic. "Well, non of them have been transported..."

"So, where's he gone? Bodies don't just get up and walk away."

They do if they're zombies."What would you do I told you he had?"

"Garfield... yes or no... did the body of Victor Stone get up and walk away?" He looked concerned.

Yeah, a creepy voice told me when to do, then I got bitten... out of curiosity, do you think you'd be able to out run a zombie bear? "Yeah..." The pathologist stared at him. "I can take you to see him, if you want... just, don't freak out." Maybe freak out, just a little...

In the break room, Dick was mapping out his thoughts on post-it notes on a table, whilst Vic stood eating. The table top was a rainbow of paper squares, each with perfectly scribed pieces of information. As the detective stooped over a green square, the door opened a crack, and Gar's head poked round.

"Hay, so, someone wanted to know... well, if they could see you, Vic..." The morgue guy wants to know where his dead body went...

Vic stopped eating and looked from his metal hands, to Gar. "This can't be a good idea..."

"Are you planning on hiding for the rest of your life, then?" Oops, that came out a bit more aggressive then I had planned.

"Well, no... but... what are they gonna say? What if they see me, and panic?"

It was a valid concern, but as a green, shapeshifting teenager with a dissociative disorder, Craig felt he had the upper hand in both the scary and weird categories. He expressed this by raising an eyebrow and pointing at himself.

"Roar."

Dick chuckled, thinking that Gar felt better and thankful to see him now smiling. Craig's act was working, like it always did.

"Dude, this guy is just thankful he..." has one less body to autopsy... "can get into the break room to get coffee..." Craig spoke slower, picking his words carefully whilst avoiding saying something in French. "Like, he was thinking he would have to go up the stairs... So if you don't let him in, he is going to have to walk all the way to the elevator, and then face the nursing staff on the first floor... and he does not like people..." Who are alive... . No need to upset Vic... God, Craig, your accent definitely came out then.

"I guess...I can't deprive the man of his coffee." Said Vic, placing down his breakfast and stepping as far away from the coffee machine and the door as possible.

Outside, in the hall, the pathologist was having second thoughts.

"What does he look like? I mean, is he-"

"For a guy who dissects the dead, you seem nervous about meeting someone who's alive... And, he isn't what you're expecting... he's... a cyborg..."

He opened the door before the pathologist could ask any questions.

Dick had been waiting to see the garish outfit on Garfield, and it was just as comical as he has hoped.

"Hay there, Daydream Believer." Joked Dick.

"OK, don't get excited, man, it's 'cause I'm short, I know."

"Hah! You know you just proved me right, right?"

"Whatever, I'm just monkeying around." The green boy winked.

Behind Gar, the man stood in bewilderment. He locked eyes on the cyborg. In the photographs he had been charred beyond recognition, how had he come back?

Beast Boy stepped out the way and dropped into a chair.

The pathologist stepped into the room. "What... What happened to you?"

Vic looked at him. "I... I don't know... I just woke up like this...And, if you don't mind, I don't want too many people to find out... not yet..."

"Oh, sure thing."

There wasn't anything else to say. He stood in the doorway, with countless uncertainties and questions racing through his mind. The teenager in front of him wasn't human, any more. Metal sections mimicked muscle structure over all of his body, and a red light replaced his left eye. The only part that still looked human was the right side of his face. He skin was dark and smooth, and there was no indication that this boy had ever been in a fire.

It was like something out of a science-fiction movie.

"I'm just going to...get to work..."

Vic rushed to the coffee machine, unplugging it and taking it to the pathologist. "Hay, wait. Don't you want this?"

"Oh, sure... Thank you... . If anyone asks where he is, what should I say?" The pathologist started at Garfield, grasping for answers. The teenager had syrup dripping down his chin and the fork sticking out of his mouth.

Oh, right. I guess I'm in charge. Chewing always takes longer and goes wrong when people are waiting for you to talk. Craig noticed how clammy the pancakes were and suddenly became very aware of syrup that was oozing out of the corner of his mouth. He tried to lick it up, but to no avail. Three sets of eyes were focusing on him, and even though he had done this before, there was still an overwhelming amount of pressure. Maybe he could just try swallowing? There was too much in his mouth and he nearly gagged when he forced it down. His eyes watered. Through the slight tears he could see Dick biting his lip, trying to stifle any sounds that may escape his lips. One thought in particular came to mind as he wiped the sticky substance from around his mouth. People are gonna get the wrong idea. What is this? Food porn?!

Finally, he was able to speak. He had no idea what to do, and couldn't ask Gar or David for any advice. So he put on his best, confident voice and said "... Transferred?"

No need. It's just Craig.

I tried to avoid it, but the more I did that the harder it became (you see what I mean?!) So, I embraced it. And remembered some fave Gar scenes and lines (not word for word).

"WHAMM?! That's the secret word, lets go!" (in reference to the onomatopoeia on their page.)
"Is it too late to join the legion of Superheros?" (They're another DC comic series, set in the future.)
"At least no ones mistaken me for that Bruce Banner guy." (... not even the same universe there.)
"Who were you expecting, the x-men?" (No, I guess not, I picked up a teen titans comic)
"Available on high quality gloss paper." (... OK, this was an ad at the end, but it was cute.)
And that scene in young justice where he's asleep and dreams in teen titans go style, making me think that at the end of the teen titans series, BB wasn't so victorious in that battle with Slade. I mean, come one. "THAT'S HOW IT ENDS?!" Don't go into the light, BB!

Also, my favourite characters Gar interacts with. Batman (cause it's funny how much BB annoys him.) and Lobo (THE CHAOS!) I was disappointed with how boring he is with Harley.