Authors note: Beast Boy! I probably know more about BB's comic history than
anyone else's, due to the fact someone on a forum I belong to posted his
original Doom Patrol History, from the beginning to when he went off with
Galtry, and three pages of the 2004 redo. Once again, changes are made. I'm sorry this took so long, I actually finished it three weeks ago, but I couldn't submit the document because the site wasd busy, then I left for vacation...so...
Enjoy
Beast Boy
Drowning.
I'm drowning...
The water suffocated him. He couldn't find air; he desperately wanted it. He
wanted to cough, choke, scream...he couldn't. He could just wait for his
doom...the intense helplessness...the pressure in his head.
Why couldn't he turn into a fish or something? He tried...he tried as hard as
he ever could. He was trapped.
Screams resonated in his head...screams of pain...Garfield! FLY!
"NO!"
Beast Boy jumped up in his bed, his head bashing against the top bunk. Ow.
Why did he have a bunk bed anyway? He was the only one who slept here.
He hadn't had that dream in forever. He couldn't remember the last time he
had that stupid dream! Why was he having it today of all days? Unless...
He leaned forward, in fact so far forward he fell of the bed, but before he
did he caught a glimpse of the calendar.
It happened today.
Oh, man. He hated this day. He hated it more than any other day. He always
had the dream on this day...it was like there was a stupid calendar in his
head! How could he have forgotten? Why couldn't he just move on?
Well, whatever...he'd still have to be Beast Boy. Everyone's smiley cheer
upper...guy...okay, whatever. It didn't matter what day it was. It happened
eleven years ago.
Okay...right. He'd just have to act normal. Because today was just like any
other day...and he'd be stupid to act any different.
Okayyyy... what was he supposed to do now? Oh, yeah, get up.
Beast Boy sauntered out of his room, yawning. As he clumped into the Tower,
he saw Raven and Cyborg. Raven, who was floating a few inches from the
floor, cross-legged, while reading a book, looked up at him in surprise.
"What are you doing up so early?"
Beast Boy shrugged and stared at the refrigerator. Seeing Cyborg and Raven
looking at him, he opened it and examined it's contents.
Two minutes later, Starfire and Robin arrived, Robin was ranting about
Slade.
"I know he's in the city, but I can't find him!"
"How are you sure he is in our localized area?"
"Well, his robot attacked BB a few weeks ago, so he must be around.
Besides, I can feel him."
"I do not understand."
"I know he's here, Star. I just don't know why I can't find him!"
"Well, our city is rather large.."
"So, I was like, no way, man, football is so much better than basketball!
And he was all 'Basketball is better!' An' I said, 'Dude, I just saved you
from a giant goo monster, don't be tellin' me basketball is better!", Cyborg
was telling Raven.
"Fascinating..."
"Beast Boy, can I get to the fridge?" Robin asked.
"Oh, yeah, sure, I was just getting...food..." Beast Boy grabbed something
blindly.
"Beast Boy, that's ham."
"Oh..." Beast Boy said. "Ew!" He dropped it. "Where's the tofu bacon?"
"On the top shelf. Where you always keep it."
"Oh, heh heh..." Beast Boy grabbed the tofu bacon and fled.
"So anyway, do you think he's around, Star?"
"Well, you are right to say that a villainous robot did attack Beast Boy in
our absence, so he must be somewhere in our vicinity, but I believe it will
be impossible to locate him, and we shall have to wait for 'his next attack'
to garner any clues."
"I hate that."
"I am aware, Robin. Perhaps we should do something to distract you from the
Slade today?"
"So, Raven, which do you like better, football or basketball?"
"Honestly, Cyborg? I perceive both as a waste of time."
"Aw, c'mon, Rae, how could you say that?"
"It is a pointless throwing of balls."
"Hee hee..."
"You have a perverted mind, Cyborg."
"C'mon, you have to prefer one..."
"I hate them both. Beast Boy, are you okay?"
"Huh?" Beast Boy jumped. "Um, of course I am."
"It's just, usually when we are having conversations, you like to interrupt
them at particularly annoying junctures. We've been talking for ten minutes,
and you haven't cracked one corny joke," Raven said.
"Yeah, even when Raven said the throwing of-!" Cyborg stopped when Raven
glared at him.
"Ummm..." Beast Boy tried to think of something. "Okay, this mushroom goes to
a bar. And the barman's like, Dude, we don't serve mushrooms, and then the
mushrooms like, Oh, c'mon, dude I'm a fungi!"
Cyborg and Raven stared at him.
"Y'know, actually that's better than usual," Cyborg said.
"I'll say. Anyway, reading is far superior to sports"
"Oh, c'mon. Reading ain't active."
"But it's good for your mind."
"Mind. Pffft. Sport are fun."
"So is reading. It's like going to a whole other world."
"Yeah...but the urge to win, the primal instincts of sports...you can't beat
that."
"So you're saying sports are just a less dangerous way for man to work out
his violent urges."
"Uhh, no, not exactly-Beast Boy, are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes! Why?"
"Because, you're eating that sick bacon...and you haven't even cooked it?"
Robin and Starfire turned to look at him on this point.
"Ew," Robin said.
"Does it taste better that way?" Starfire asked.
"Um, I...recently discovered there's animal fat in our...cooking oil..." said
Beast Boy, feeling slightly nauseated as he looked down at his bacon.
All four of his teammates stared at him.
"You are very weird,' Cyborg said.
'Well, I am taking Robin to the arcade of games so he may relax," Starfire
said cheerfully.
"I do not need to relax..."
"Goodbye, friends, we shall return after lunch," Starfire cut him off
happily, and dragged Robin out the door.
"Its lucky for him she's around," Raven said.
"Yeah. You know, Starfire likes sports."
"Starfire likes everything. Huh, I just noticed, it's raining."
"Raven, for a logical girl, you sure are random sometimes."
"I noticed the weather. Big deal."
"Yeah, but that was just-Beast Boy, what's wrong?"
"For the last time, nothing!" Beast Boy snapped.
"You're still not talking, and you haven't eaten anything. Give it up."
"Yeah, Beast Boy, I can feel your sadness from over here..." Raven droned.
"I am not sad!"
"Is this about Terra?"
"What?" Beast Boy hadn't even thought about Terra's recent return for a
change.
'You know, maybe if all of us go to that high school and talk to her..." Raven
said.
"No! She told me she wants to be left alone!" Beast Boy said vehemently.
"Besides, what do you care?"
"Ah, c'mon, B, we're your friends. We don't like to see ya all gloomy,"
Cyborg cried.
"Yeah," Raven agreed. "Even if it does make you way less annoying."
"I TOLD you! I'm FINE!" He turned to Cyborg. "Wanna play video games?"
"Okaaaaayyyy..." Cyborg said."Rave-?"
"No."
"Never hurts to ask," Cyborg shrugged. "Mega Monkeys 4, here we-"
Just then a giant thunderbolt cracked like a whip, and the room went dark.
"Awww, man, the power's out!" Cyborg moaned, his light on his shoulder
unfolding.
"You can't play video games. Big deal," Raven said in a monotone.
"I hate thunderstorms."
Beast Boy ignored both of them, and watched the raindrops fall against the
gray sky, sliding down the windowpane like billions of tears"
The lab was bright and colorful and full of interesting gadgets, which was
why Garfield liked to play there. However, when you're playing, accidents
are bound to happen. It was a sacrifice that had to be made. The mean man
who shared their house with them didn't seem to understand this.
"I want that goofball kid of yours to stop messing around in the lab!"
"Lighten up at little, Samuel, it's not like he caused serious damage. We'll keep him out of the lab from now on."
"He broke my beaker!"
"I'll get you a new one!"
"And he called me Science-head!"
"That was kind of funny..."
"Oh yeah, regular comedian, that kid of yours."
"Garfield, don't go in Dr. Registers lab from now on," Gar's mother leaned
down and told him while his dad and the mean man argued.
"You mean Mr. Science Head?"
" STOP THAT!"
"And don't call him that. I want you to say sorry for what you did."
"Sorry, Dr. Sc- Reg-I-ster"
"Brat," the scientist muttered, stomping away.
"Why doesn't he like me, Mommy?" Gar asked wonderingly.
"He's not a 'kids' person, dear. But we'll have to share a house with him
while your father and I do research here, so be nice. Now come out and play,
while Mommy fixes another oil leak. Good luck dealing with Mr. Science Head,
dear."
Gar's father snickered, while Mr. Register yelled, "I heard that!"
Gar followed his mother outside, humming to himself.
While his mother opened the jeep trunk, Gar got out his toys from the hole
in the ground where he kept them and started making the lion and the
dinosaur fight.
"I hate this da-uh, stupid jeep. It always leaks oil. I tell Mark to repair
it but Nooo...there are no auto repair shops in Africa, dear," Gars mother
mumbled. "So of course I have to fix it. Mark knows nothing of proper
vehicle care..."
Gar played contentedly with his animals.
"I am bigger! Rawwwr! I will eat you!"
"But I am furry! Rawwr! So there!"
"Rawwr! I'm a cold-bloodered lizard!
"Rawwr! I'm a warm bloodered...uh...not lizard!"
Suddenly, the young boy heard a rustling in the grass. He looked up and saw
a green monkey hanging from the trees. In his short life, Garfield had seen
many monkeys, but none that were green. This did not trouble him much
though. Leaving his plastic lion and dinosaur on the grass he ventured
forward. The monkey regarded him with mad yellow eyes.
"Heh...funny monkey..." Gar reached out to brush his fingers against it.
Suddenly the monkey lashed out, sinking its powerful jaws into Gars tiny
arm. The boy let out a high-pitched scream, falling backwards into the
grass.
He felt pain shoot up his body from the wound...the green monkey was running
away...
"GARFIELD!" He felt himself being lifted into his mother's arms, but now
everything was bright lights and pain...he could hear their voices but not
understand the words...
"Green monkey...he must have sakutia!"
"The green capped mangabey? Where did it go? I've been-"
"I don't care about your damn monkey, my son...!"
"Calm down, Marie..."
"He's going to die."
'Not if I can help it...only animals can survive this disease...1.6 difference
in DNA between human and chimp...our research is...if we can get animal DNA into
him..."
"Not going to work...if only the monkey hadn't gone..."
"Shut up!"
"We have a lab...this is what we've been working towards anyway...we can do
it...48 hours..."
He disappeared down a long white hole...falling falling...yet feeling safe, as a
gentle breeze wafted him away.
"Oh my God, Mark! We did it!"
"He's regaining consciousness! Thank God! I can't believe it!"
"I-I thought w-we'd lose him..."
"We didn't-Oh my-Gar? Garfield? Can you hear us?"
The boy opened his eyes.
"M-Mommy? Daddy?"
Gar! His mother hugged him.
"Ow..."
"We really cured him!" Garfield's father cried.
"I see there's a side effect though..." Dr. Register said.
They do call it Green Fever...
And that was his first step to becoming a freak, really. Ironic, that he was
the one who should have died...and they were the one's who shouldn't have...life
has a sick sense of humor sometimes...worse than even the corniest of Beast
Boy's jokes.
And of course, it turned out that being green wasn't the only side effect of
having your life saved by being pumped full of animal DNA serum...
It happened a week later.
His mother had been reading to him. It was a monkey book, so she could get
Gar to 'not be afraid of monkeys' though when Beast Boy looked back upon it;
he thought it was really her who had developed a fear...
"Monkey arms are long and hairy. They use them to eat bananas and swing from
tree to tree..."
Gar looked down at his own short arms. He wondered what it would be like to
have monkey arms...would he be able to swing from trees? He though of all the
monkey arms he'd ever seen
...he thought of that mean green monkey's arms...
"Monkeys have thumbs just like us-OH MY GOD!" His mother screamed suddenly.
...Because Gar's arms were stretching and changing...getting hairier and longer
and the harder he thought of it, the more his arms looked like a monkey's!
"Neat!" the child exclaimed.
"MARK!" His mother screamed.
"Marie? What is it?"
Gar's dad ran into the room. When he saw his son's arms, his mouth fell
open.
"LOOK AT THIS!"
"Whoa," Gar's father declared. "Holy-" he leaned in to look closer. "...This
must be a side effect from the serum!"
"What if he can't change back?"
"Garfield...think about changing back to normal..."
Garfield obliged. His arms shortened and shrank back to their original
state.
"Do you suppose it's just monkeys or...any...?" his mother asked, her mouth
agape.
"Garfield, could you think about changing into...a...mouse?"
Gar did. And slowly but surely he shrank into full mouse form.
"This is unbelievable!"
"I guess it's any animal then...Gar, change back."
He did, though it took about ten minutes.
"My head hurts...can I stop now?" the child complained.
"Sure, Gar...but don't tell anyone about this. Understand me?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Especially Dr. Register," Marie said. "I don't like that man!"
"Now, Marie, don't be paranoid..."
So over the next month, Beast Boy practiced changing animals. Eventually, he
was able to change into a bird, a mouse and a monkey really quickly. He had
trouble with anything else, especially big animals. But no power in the
world could save them from what was coming...
In the jungle, you had your rainy seasons. So the Logans werent alarmed at
first by the unbearably hard rain. Dr. Register had gone back home to do
some research for a few months, so they were all alone when it started
really flooding.
"It's rising fast," Gar's mother said, looking out the window.
"It'll cool down," his dad answered nervously. "But I'll get the boat..."
The boy had never seen rain fall so hard and unrelenting...it didn't take more
than fifteen minutes before the flood was washing away the camp.
The family managed to get in the boat as the flood crushed their house to
splinters. But the current was way too strong. His parents paddled
desperately against it, but they edged closer and closer to the unfathomably
tall waterfall.
With a crack, the paddles broke apart, splinters of wood rushing away in the
water. His father turned desperately toward him.
"Gar, you can save yourself. Turn into a bird and fly out of here."
"But...you and Mommy...the waterfall..."
His mother's face was drawn and pale, while his father looked slightly
green.
"It'll be fine," his mother whispered. "I love you, baby."
They rushed closer and closer to the waterfall. The kid sat frozen in the
boat like a deer caught in headlights.
"D-don't leave me..."
"Garfield..."
"N-No...!"
"Garfield, GO!" His father grabbed him and threw him into the air. The boy
automatically turned into a bird. His mother cried something at him as they
rushed over the waterfall, but the waters roar drowned it out. A loud
screech escaped the bird's beak as his parents fell down the waterfall. This
was what it sounded like when a bird screamed.
After the tragedy, with no where else to go, the little green boy ran deep
into the jungle, with nowhere else to go, and lived with the animals. They
were his family for about a month, before the Doom Patrol, on a jungle
mission, found the boy and were impressed by his talents. After hearing his
tragic story, they took him in and trained him to be part of their team. He
accepted the name Beast Boy, and his position as the 'child'. It didn't take
long for Beast Boy to figure out Mento was stern and strict, and he made
sure never to cross him.
He must have been six when Mento discovered his fear of water. It was on a
mission when he refused to go in the water, and started screaming when they
tried to make him. Naturally, Mento couldn't let a little thing like fear
ruin their sense of martyrdom, so the next day...
"Mento, are you sure this a good idea?"
"If the boy's afraid of water, he has to work through it, Rita. What if he
jeopardizes a mission even worse in the future? What if his fear gets us all
killed? The Doom Patrol does not allow weakness. Are you ready, Beast Boy?"
"P-Please..." the small green child said. "D-don't..."
Mento ignored him and picked him up, holding him over the surface of the
glistening lake.
Beast Boy tried to scream, but no sound would come out of his mouth. He was
positively petrified. He couldn't move. He couldn't even see. Fear blinded
him.
"Steve..."
Mento let go and Beast Boy was submerged.
He sank slowly, the water pressing on him like a wall.
He couldn't breathe...
He couldn't breathe!
He thrashed around, terrified, but kept sinking like a stone. He tried once
again to scream, but he inhaled water and it filled his head...darkness
terrible darkness everywhere...water unrelenting...Mento would rescue him...no, he
wouldn't...he was dying, dying!
Pressure on his skull...no place to go...this is what it must have felt like for
his parents...his oxygen was cut off...screams, shouts...how long had it
been...three minutes? An hour? A lifetime...he was going to die like them...but
they hadn't had a choice...he did. If he died now, it was all a waste...he could
feel death approaching...he knew he could do it... if he just...if he just...
Fish!
He was a green salmon, and the water suddenly felt cool and inviting. He
swam up to the surface, turning into a human as he broke it, hoisting
himself up by his shaking arms. As he lay, gasping on the deck, Elasti-girl
knelt down beside him. Mento surveyed him blankly.
'See? I told you,' the leader finally said. 'There's nothing to be afraid
of.'
After that, all traces of fear of the water disappeared. He actually kind of
liked the water now. Mento's plan had worked. So why did Beast Boy feel
angry every time he remembered that moment?
The green teenager pondered this as he listened to Cyborg and Raven argue
and watched the rain fall steadily. He felt oddly peaceful...remembering...
His reverie was broken by the screeching sound of an alarm bell.
"Trouble!' Cyborg and Raven said together. Raven logged onto the Titans
computer. 'They have a situation down at the labs...some psycho...not to mention
a lot of damage...we'll need Starfire and Robin."
"I'll get 'em, you and BB go check it out," Cyborg ordered.
Raven nodded and pulled her hood up over her head, Beast Boy leaped up from
his seat and both of them made tracks for the labs.
When they arrived, they found the place in total chaos.
"Someone set the lab on fire! Word is some nasty experiment's goin' down!"
One of the fleeing scientists was kind enough to inform them.
"Dude, do you think they're like making the next Frankenstein in there, or
something?"
"Frankenstein's actually the doctor, not the monster, in Mary Shelley's
original book," Raven said automatically.
"There's a book?"
Raven sighed, and teleported them into the inside of the building.
"I'll take the right, you take the left," Raven told him. "Find out who's
behind this. We'll take them down, the others can stop the fires!"
Beast Boy nodded and took off, leaping nimbly over the fires in rabbit form.
Eventually he reached a room, where a scientist was backed up against a wall
of flame. Beast Boy punched through the wall in ape form, and tore out some
pipes, using the water to douse the flame, and stomping it out as a dinosaur
as well.
"Dude, are you okay?" Beast Boy said, turning back into a human. The ceiling
gave an ominous shaking sound. "This way!" Beast Boy grabbed the scientist's
wrist and they raced into a room just as the ceiling fell in.
Beast Boy gasped when he saw what was in the room.
"Whoa," Beast Boy said, seeing three children strapped against a wall. Their
eyes were closed. Were they dead or unconscious? He leaned forward. They
were breathing. "This must be the sick experiment they were talking about!"
The scientist was regarding Beast Boy with surprise and curiosity. "Garfield
Logan?"
Beast Boy spun around.
"How do you know my name?"
"Well, I never have encountered another green child since I last saw you in
the jungle..."
"No way!" Beast Boy gasped, recognizing the man's familiar sharp black eyes
and slight frown. "Dr. Science Head?"
"That's Dr. Register," the familiar man snapped. "Garfield, did you turn
into an animal back there?"
"Uh, yeah, that was actually a side effect of the cure for the whole monkey
thing. I can turn into animal I want. They call me Beast Boy now."
"I never knew that...that's astounding!"
"This is so weird...what are you doing in Jump City?'
"Well, Jump City has the top geneticists in the country working in this lab,
so naturally I wanted to work with the best."
"Uh, it does?" Beast Boy said. "Learn something new every day."
"Of course."
Beast Boy suddenly remembered the kids. "Well, the blast from the past has
been nice, but I gotta save these kids and catch the psycho who did this..."
Beast Boy reached forward to unhook the first child from her restraints.
Suddenly, something bashed into the side of his head with considerable pain.
Beast Boy was flung into a nearby wall by the force. Half dazed, he looked
up to see Dr. Register holding a crowbar.
"What are you doing?" Beast Boy cried.
"The experiment is not yet finished."
"YOU'RE the psycho who's experimenting on these children?" Beast Boy cried.
"You always were a little slow..."
"But why?" Beast Boy forced himself up.
"I needed humans to experiment on."
"These are children!"
"Well, if they're anything like you were, I don't feel very guilty."
Beast Boy glared at the man.
"Dude, these are innocent children. As a superhero, I have to protect the
innocent. If you give this up now, and come quietly, I won't have to hurt
you."
Dr. Register laughed. "I feel intimidated. You're not smart enough to bring
me down. As soon as I heard someone coming, I pretended to be a poor scared
scientist afraid of the fire."
"Okay, you're under arrest."
"You don't have that kind of power. Besides, it's my right to be a
scientist."
"The Teen Titans are a super powered police force here. If I say you're a
criminal, you might as well be locked up right now."
"Well, well, well," Register drawled. "How things have changed."
He charged at Beast Boy, swinging the crowbar. This time, Beast Boy was
ready. He turned into a hummingbird and dodged the blow, then came down as a
bull, ramming Register into a wall.
"News flash," Beast Boy said angrily. "I'm not a little kid anymore." He
pulled out his communicator. "Beast Boy calling Raven. I've found our
psycho, and the kids he's experimenting on."
"Great. I'm in a bind here, and the rest of the Titans are putting out the
fire. Do you need backup?"
"No, I can handle this guy myself."
"Are you sure about that, Garfield?" Dr. Register was up and swinging the
crowbar at Beast Boy, who had to duck.
"Um, Beast Boy, how does the criminal know your incredibly lame first name?"
the communicator sounded.
"LATER, Raven!" Beast Boy cried, dropping his communicator and turning into
a tiger He swiped the crowbar out of the mad scientist's hand and pinned him
against the wall with two powerful paws. The madman managed to press a
button on his wristwatch and a laser beamed down from the ceiling. Beast Boy
had to flip out of the way as a human, and then he turned into an ape and
jumped up and crushed the laser. By the time he had changed back to normal,
Dr. Register was gone.
"Wha-?" Beast Boy muttered, but was distracted by the crackling of flames
outside the doorway. He hurriedly unhooked the three children, pulling all
sorts of tubes out of them. The little ones eyes groggily fluttered. Beast
Boy couldn't imagine what Dr. Register had done to them.
"Okay, guys, I'm here to save you. There's a fire going on, and I'm gonna
have to fly you around it, but you're safe now, so don't be scared, okay?"
The little kids nodded.
Beast Boy smiled and turned in to a pterodactyl. He got the kids in his
talons and flew through the gap in the fire. It was hard not to harm the
kids in the small gaps between the fires, he'd often sing his wings or back
in an attempt to protect them. Flying grew more and more painful; finally,
they reached the front of the building.
Beast Boy morphed back. He could hear the sounds of policemen and sirens and
crowds outside the building.
"You guys go outside, there'll be people to take care of you there, Beast
Boy told the kids.
One of the girls whispered, "Thank you," before they scattered out the door.
Beast Boy turned around, determined to find the other Titans, when suddenly,
Dr. Register dropped out of nowhere, clutching a syringe and looking
positively maniacal. Beast Boy didn't have time to react before the mad
scientist plunged the needle into his arm.
"OW! DUDE!" Beast Boy fell back, but the man kept the shot in his arm and
pulled out the back, Beast Boy gave a scream of pain as the syringe filled
up with his own blood. He pushed the man off him, but not before the shot
was filled with red plasma. "What are you doing?"
"Your blood, your genes, carries the mutated sakutia virus and the shape
shifting ability. Who knows what I can do with this?"
"Oh yeah, well-" Beast Boy tried to get up, but his muscles felt weak. "Hey,
what did you do?"
"Oh, did I mention the needle of the syringe was dipped in a serum that
weakened your muscles? Now I can take care of you," Dr. Register pulled out
the crowbar and knocked Beast Boy on the head again, almost knocking him
out.
As he pulled back the crowbar for a second- possibly fatal- blow, a
birdarang zipped and knocked it out of his hand. The scientist spun around
to see the other four Titans standing there looking furious. Robin caught
his birdarang. "Get away from our friend," he growled.
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" Raven grabbed the crowbar with her power and
knocked Register away from Beast Boy.
The last thing Beast Boy saw was Register trying to evade a rain of
starbolts and sonic cannon blasts before he blacked out.
"Yo, Beast Boy! Beast Boy, wake up!"
Beast Boy opened his eyes to see Cyborg, Robin and Starfire staring down at
him
"Where am I?"
"In the Tower infirmary, man. You okay?" Cyborg asked.
He felt someone's hands on his head.
"Raven, why are you feeling my hair?"
"Shut up, I'm healing you. Your arms are next; you got burned by the fire,
not to mention a hole in your arm. You'll be fine after I'm done with you
though."
"Where's Register?"
"He escaped," Starfire said.
"Not before he took one heck of a beating though. I thought Robin was gonna
kill 'im. I think Starfire knocked out half his teeth and Raven looked like
she was gonna rip his head off and use it for volleyball practice."
"Thank you for that vivid image, Cyborg," Raven droned.
"Yeah, well, Cyborg was smashing him against the wall and yelling 'Nobody
messes with my best friend, punk,'" Robin said. "But he eventually pulled
some smoke thing and by the time it cleared he was gone."
"He did not manage to escape with this, though," Starfire said, holding up
the syringe. "Tell me, Beast Boy, for what purpose did he wish to have your
plasma?
"He wanted to use my shape shifting ability or something," Beast Boy said,
though he knew the plans involving the virus were more sinister.
"Weird. From what we can gather, the fire was either a result of one of his
experiments, or he started it in a rage, to get everyone out of the place."
"He yelled some pretty strange things," Robin said.
"How did he know your name?" Raven asked, healing his arm now.
"He knew my parents," Beast Boy muttered.
"Oh."
There was silence. None of the team liked to talk about their past much,
Beast Boy realized.
"Done," Raven said after a few minutes. "You're as good as new."
"Thanks, Raven," Beast Boy said, getting up.
"We'll catch him," Robin said.
"Okay."
There was more silence.
"So...um...I'm hungry?" Beast Boy said.
"Pizza?" Cyborg ventured.
"I'm more on the mood for Mexican."
"All right."
"We shall dine at the restaurant of Mexicans!"
"In the T car, everyone!"
They all ran out the door. Cyborg stopped, letting Beast Boy catch up.
"You sure you're okay, little dude?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"You are my best bud, ya know that right?"
"Yeah...you too, dude."
"...Okay enough mushy stuff, let's get our dinner on!"
The car hydroplaned across the glistening undisturbed water. The sun was out
now, and dewdrops were glistening on wet grass. Register was gone, but he
would be back. Beast Boy wasn't even surprised at the irony of meeting him
again on his parent's death's anniversary. This was the day. Anything could
happen.
He was with the Titans now. He would always remember his parents...he would
always be sad about that. But his parents were his parents, and they were in
his heart, and that would never change. And he knew who he was, no matter
what name, no matter what virus and no matter how many years passed. Then
why was he still scared? Why was he still unsure?
As the T-car rolled down the street, he thought he saw a girl with long
blonde hair coming out of her high school, and felt a surreal sort of
longing.
He sat back, tired of looking out the window.
Yeah...he knew who he was...
"Okay, dudes," he began. "There was a lawyer, a nun and a cantaloupe in a
bar..."
