A mission to find some criminal that Dick had told them would be the breakthrough lead to their case had led Gar deep into a dark forest. The other Titans were waiting by the abandoned road leading into the forest.

From the moment Gar had stepped into the forest however, he’d gotten a weird feeling. It was almost eerily quiet and suspension hanging heavily in the air but just out of his reach. As a precaution, Gar had turned into his tiger form, the big green cat sure to intimidate anybody who would even think of attacking him. It was after only two minutes Gar noticed a trail of old food wrapping and dirty ripped fabric.

Gar froze when he saw the pile of clothes by a bush deep in the forest and his majestic tiger form tensed when his eyes landed on another tiger. But it wasn’t an orange and black striped tiger, it was an oddly coloured tiger. Like him. Were you also a shapeshifter? You must not have a home then. Maybe you could come back to the Titans tower with him and the others.

He was brought out of his thoughts when a low growl sounds from your form. A predatory gaze locking in his body.