Name
By Mezzo-chan
He hated Sunday morning. It was good for sleeping in, and waffle buffets, but these were Sunday's only virtues. Nothing good on TV, everyone was tired from the past week of crime fighting, NOBODY wanted to go out.
And there were the Sunday comics. They seemed so innocent with their colorful print and whimsical speech bubbles, but he knew from years of experience their true, insidious nature.
Raven would watch in amusement every Sunday, as he would sulk on the couch, glaring at the newspaper. She knew that when no one was looking, he'd sneak the comics away and rip out the strip that offended him so much. She understood his feelings.
Nowadays, Garfield was not the most flattering name.
Next Up, Chapter 3: Silence
