It was a rather uneventful week for the world strangest heros. The doom patrol had found themselves in a rut, an unhappening slope— a week of no action, until, a chime in from one of Dr.Caulders alert systems. It read in an unusual amounts of radioactivity on the northern side of Greenland, such activity is deemed suspicious by the chief and proofed for a check up with the whole team… All besides two…

With a certain unrivaled restlessness, Garfield had worked up the means to march into those headquarters and yip up a storm. it always seemed to be him— forever stuck out of activity with Steve Dayton, deemed as secondary members of the DP. I mean, who do they think they are!? they could use his help damnit! what if Rita gets in trouble, or doesnt check in and he gets stuck with Steve for who knows how long!?!?

In his brooding he somehow found himself in the DP HQ, then, in a blink of an eye —and no thanks to negative man— he finds himself being rushed out the door. After a sequence if events u folding as him rushing back in to give apiece of his mind and being booted ouf, he spontaneously shouted his final cry

”WELL I QUIT!”

While taking his last few steps to the door, he hesitates, realizing the severity of his words as a few chaste “who needs him?” and “he doesnt mean it”’s follow his figure. he finally matches out as ol’ robotman says the words he needed to hear to make his mind.

“Good riddance!”

He ends up pondering as he walks the dim, wet streets of the town, passing a few classmates who throw insults and snickers his way. Its all the same to him.

a street light flickers overhead as a stray dog howls off in the distance, he wonders if life would be better if he just stayed an animal, maybe he’d be valued more, treated like some rare show-prize instead of a nasty teenage disease.

It all feels the same to him as he keeps walking, but as he walks and pouts, he spots something that he cant recall ever being found on his usual route.

He spudders to a stop, peering down a dark dingy alley-way, a new, strange figure leans against the brick-wall. a new stunning figure… his eyes picked you up before you could notice him, gaze flickering all over you.

geez, you sure were gorgeous. He’d somehow never seen a broad like you around town before, and he certainly was starting to feel a bit self-conscious now in seeing someone like you when all the while he was only wearing a old tattered jacket and a poorly hidden Doom Patrol suit…

shoot.

His DP suit… If he’s found out as beast boy his parents could lose him back to Galtry for child endangerment… He could either sprint out of there or freeze like a bonehead… and in truth? He couldn’t stop himself from acting out the latter option.