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Beast Boy Issue #4: Days of the Doom Patrol (1/2)
The next four years living with Nicholas Galtry were easily the hardest years of my life. Unlike my parents, he didn't care about my well-being. All he cared about was how famous I was, and the money that came along with said fame. Since I was still so young, Galtry had access to every penny. Sure enough, he would blow it all, whether it was on gambling, booze, or girls. Anytime I tried standing up for myself, he would remind me of my place. I didn't have control of my powers yet, so the punches kept coming. I like to always think the best in every situation I'm in, but there was no bright side to this. The safest I felt was when I was Tork. A confident space warrior, that was liked by all. I only wish that same confidence translated to my life as Garfield Logan. It was all smiles, and jokes on set, hiding the cruelties that were going on behind closed doors. Honestly, I felt as though I had no value. This continued, until the fateful day, my thirteenth birthday. When Nicholas Galtry would finally be punished for his crimes, and I would meet the Doom Patrol for the first time. What I didn't realize then was how close of a family we would become.
I met Rita first. While the other three were talking amongst themselves about Galtry, she was making sure I was okay. Something about her was so comforting. It took me a while before I realized what it was. She reminded me so much of my mother. Maybe it was them both being actresses, who worked on Hello Megan, or just how caring they were. Either way, Rita was the second best mother I could've asked for. She pushed me to continue acting, even after Space Trek: 2022 was cancelled due to plagiarism. I stuck with it, because of her.
Next was Larry. The Eeyore of our merry band of misfits. Former Air Force pilot, Larry Trainor was flying high. While he was piloting a test plane, he was exposed to a field of radiation, which ended up giving him his powers. Larry saw his powers as more of a curse than a blessing, and his melancholy, self-destructive attitude, lead to him being called Negative Man. Don't look at me, I didn't give him the name. But yeah, pretty self-explanatory, I know. One of the happiest memories I remember about Larry happened on the night I arrived at the mansion. I heard this music, which was emanating from the kitchen. Walking inside, it was Larry, singing along with the radio, while cooking dinner. It was so strange, seeing this person, all wrapped up like the invisible man, singing, and dancing, while cooking. Which is why, his complete 180 change in attitude moments later, took me by complete surprise.
Then there's Cliff, who I see as an older brother of sorts. It wasn't always that way though, as he was completely against me joining the team. Couldn't resist the loveable goofball that I am forever however, and slowly but surely, I was able to chip away at his robotic exterior. Turns out even robot's can have a heart sometimes.
Finally, we have Steve Dayton, the father and leader of this merry band of misfits. He cared, but had a strange way of showing it. Training routines at odd hours of the night, and set rules that we had to follow. The mission always came first in his eyes. He didn't have time to be a real father, but I'd take him any day, over the monster that is Nicholas Galtry.
The next few years, living, and being a part of the Doom Patrol were easily the best years of my life. I finally felt like I had a purpose. We faced our fair share of supervillains, including Mister Nobody, and his Brotherhood of Dada, along with the Brotherhood of Evil before them. Both your stereotypical take over the world, and cause absolute chaos type of badguys. The cycle would go on, of us taking them down, putting them behind bars, only for them to be broken out of jail months later. One thing remained the same, in that we would always win. Until we didn't..
Beast Boy Issue #4: Days of the Doom Patrol (1/2)
The next four years living with Nicholas Galtry were easily the hardest years of my life. Unlike my parents, he didn't care about my well-being. All he cared about was how famous I was, and the money that came along with said fame. Since I was still so young, Galtry had access to every penny. Sure enough, he would blow it all, whether it was on gambling, booze, or girls. Anytime I tried standing up for myself, he would remind me of my place. I didn't have control of my powers yet, so the punches kept coming. I like to always think the best in every situation I'm in, but there was no bright side to this. The safest I felt was when I was Tork. A confident space warrior, that was liked by all. I only wish that same confidence translated to my life as Garfield Logan. It was all smiles, and jokes on set, hiding the cruelties that were going on behind closed doors. Honestly, I felt as though I had no value. This continued, until the fateful day, my thirteenth birthday. When Nicholas Galtry would finally be punished for his crimes, and I would meet the Doom Patrol for the first time. What I didn't realize then was how close of a family we would become.
I met Rita first. While the other three were talking amongst themselves about Galtry, she was making sure I was okay. Something about her was so comforting. It took me a while before I realized what it was. She reminded me so much of my mother. Maybe it was them both being actresses, who worked on Hello Megan, or just how caring they were. Either way, Rita was the second best mother I could've asked for. She pushed me to continue acting, even after Space Trek: 2022 was cancelled due to plagiarism. I stuck with it, because of her.
Next was Larry. The Eeyore of our merry band of misfits. Former Air Force pilot, Larry Trainor was flying high. While he was piloting a test plane, he was exposed to a field of radiation, which ended up giving him his powers. Larry saw his powers as more of a curse than a blessing, and his melancholy, self-destructive attitude, lead to him being called Negative Man. Don't look at me, I didn't give him the name. But yeah, pretty self-explanatory, I know. One of the happiest memories I remember about Larry happened on the night I arrived at the mansion. I heard this music, which was emanating from the kitchen. Walking inside, it was Larry, singing along with the radio, while cooking dinner. It was so strange, seeing this person, all wrapped up like the invisible man, singing, and dancing, while cooking. Which is why, his complete 180 change in attitude moments later, took me by complete surprise.
Then there's Cliff, who I see as an older brother of sorts. It wasn't always that way though, as he was completely against me joining the team. Couldn't resist the loveable goofball that I am forever however, and slowly but surely, I was able to chip away at his robotic exterior. Turns out even robot's can have a heart sometimes.
Finally, we have Steve Dayton, the father and leader of this merry band of misfits. He cared, but had a strange way of showing it. Training routines at odd hours of the night, and set rules that we had to follow. The mission always came first in his eyes. He didn't have time to be a real father, but I'd take him any day, over the monster that is Nicholas Galtry.
The next few years, living, and being a part of the Doom Patrol were easily the best years of my life. I finally felt like I had a purpose. We faced our fair share of supervillains, including Mister Nobody, and his Brotherhood of Dada, along with the Brotherhood of Evil before them. Both your stereotypical take over the world, and cause absolute chaos type of badguys. The cycle would go on, of us taking them down, putting them behind bars, only for them to be broken out of jail months later. One thing remained the same, in that we would always win. Until we didn't..