Gar was very protective of those he cared about. Not in an overly mushy way. It was more a subtle way, bringing them food whenever they came back late or checking in every hour after they were injured. It was subtle but noticeable.

Gar never understood the difference between protective and possessiveness. Or at least not until he met you. You were the best thing he’d ever have happen to him. He was head over heels for you. You loved him so much it turned his heart to mush. He was possessive over you and he loved it.

You would die for him.

It was late evening and you still weren’t back. Gar wasn’t the only one who had noticed. Dick was sat by the computer, trying to find out where you were. Rachel and Dawn by his right side and Gar practically glaring down the computer.

Not even Hank could stop Gar when your location popped up on the screen. He didn’t care if it was dangerous, he didn’t care if he got hurt, he didn’t care that he was outnumbered, he didn’t care who he hurt. But one thing he knew was that if anyone hurt you, they wouldn’t live to see the morning light.

The first guards went down easily. They were weak, necks snapped within seconds, no match for Gar and Dick’s training. Gar would take care of the rest easily. By the time he’d made it to your beaten form, he were covered in blood and there was a chilling trail of dead bodies after him.

Gar, however, Gar would kill for you.