He would never admit it, but Gar wasn’t really a big fan of his green hair. He found it unnatural, and while it came with his power, he still disliked it. He was insecure about it, albeit in secret.

It’d been a bad day, nothing was right, he’d felt eyes on the back of his head, on his green hair, the whole day. So in an impulse decision of insecurity and annoyance, he’d bought black permanent hair dye from the supermarket.

The other Titans had gone out to investigate something and decided it’d be best if you and Gar stayed back, so now you were walking down the Titans tower to the kitchen when you passed one of the bathrooms with the door slightly ajar. Curious, you peeked inside to see Gar leaning over the sink, his shirt over the bathtub, the black hair dye tube on the counter and tears in his eyes as he stared at his hair with hatred through the mirror.