Discailmer: I don't own any of theDC or TT characters
Author notes: I want to thank all the followers for following, reviewers and those giving the favs. I really appreciate support you are giving the story and in so ive you a bit of a treat and thing which you might enjoy:
First treat for you guys Spoilers: The chaos team will be made of 3 more characters. Another OC, a TT character(not telling who and a character who You will suggest It does not matter if he is cannon or Oc just try to seduce me to write him in. The team will be formed completely in 6 to 7 chapters more.
Now for the bonus. At the start of review write down a character from DC comic to make a cameo appearance story. The character will be chosen by the hghest demand or if a draw comes to the first posted.
Chapter VIII: Point of view
Almost morning. The first rays of sunshine breaking the dark rule of night. The city was just awakin to greet the new upcoming day. In the slum apartment which was Gizmo's hideaway only a single emited sings of life.
In the living room Beast boy was napping on one side of the couch while on the side Gizmo was still looking though his laptop for anything to cure BB. Gizmo had placed ear plugs in his ears since BB was giving out a wide range of sounds ranging from snoring to growling. By his side were some pappers with printed out interesting leads to a cure for the dreaded and growing Beast in Garfield.
After finishing the last page of interest The small mechanic closed the laptop and gave a satisfied sight. Now all he needed was a clip to fasten the files from scampering around from one reading.
Jumping of the couch hehe headed of towards the room which Stich occupied. Trying his hardest to open the door to the bedroom without a sound Gizmo peered in. To his surprise Stich was not asleep. She was kneeling on a chair wrapping her self in a blanket looking with child joy at...just life. Her eyes wide jumping all over looking with curiosity and amazment at the most common things. People walking up and down the street. Boring every day flashing sings advertising random commodities. The wind picking up papers long forgotten.
Picking up the paper clips from the bag with most of his non-tech possessions he walked over to the girl . The two stood there staring out the window. Gizmo broke the silence:
"Ugly crudd dumper, no?"
"Its... beutiful..."-she said breatless.
" Are ya cruddy serious? Look at this poor unwashed cruddy block. It reeks!- Gizmo said with spite.
"You see a dump. I see life. You see dirt and grind, i see character and motion, Yo...-Stich's eyes grew two times bigger with sparkles.-KITTY!
Bothe her arms streched like tentacles and grabbed a passing by, Old, Balding, fat, one eyed tom cat which the girl pulled in a loving hug.
Gizmo shock his head and turned to leave before the cat decides to show who is boss.
"Get some sleep Mop head."
Right as he closed the door behind him self he heard a loud Ouch followed by curses. Gizmo snickered to him self.
Making him self way to the couch where Garfield had rolled a few times from the state he left him in. He was also chewing on his pillow edge, Gizmo clipped together the paper pile. Feeling he had finished that he flipped open his communicator and dialed a number:
" Dork face,guess who...Yes...Listen now Sir dickless, I need a ride and some good streach clothes for tommorow...Don't care how, just get me cruddy wheels...Make sure of that...What? No! No! Go blow a whale ya cruddy dunghead. Just do what I asked... please... Ok, see ya spam sucker!"
Feeling like he finished the needed for tommorow Gizmo closed the communicator and settled his head on the other side of the couch handrest. His eyes closed and rest came quick followed by his joining of Beast Boy's snooring symphony.
End. R&R folks!