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Imagine: Not trusting Gar. "Stop right there, tiger boy."You glared at Gar, pointing the staff you were holding at his neck. The Titans had just "rescued" you from where Deathstroke has held you captive but you still didn't trust them. Why should you? You had no reason to. All your life everyone had betrayed you and you couldn't imagine these people being any different. "It's ok."Gar told you as he pushed the staff away from him."I'm not going to hurt you." "I wasn't worried you would."You grunted."Now leave, I don't want any company." Gar scratched the back of his neck awkwardly."Um, well I just came to tell you that there's food if-" "I'm not hungry."You spoke shorty while flipping over the staff. "Ok, bye."He walked back to the kitchen where Connor, Jason, Rachel and Rose were eating pizza. "Still nothing?"Jason asked. Gar shook his head. "Don't worry."Rose spoke up. "Yeah, she'll come around eventually."Connor told his green haired friend. "Y/N will see how sweet you are,"Rachel assured Gar."she'd have to be blind not to."
