Space Oddity
Fandom: DC Comics, Titans (Fab Five)
Summary: Garth grew up in a carnival freakshow, and he never thought about the world outside the glass walls of the Aquarium until a group of kids befriended him. Their love and interest in finding his people might be the key to escaping the silent horrors of his home life at the carnival.
Chapters: 7/?
Characters: Garth of Shayeris, Donna Troy, Wally West, Dick Grayson, Roy Harper, Original Character(s)
Relationships: TBA
Additional Tags: Carnival AU, Developing Friendships, Rescue, 60’s AU, 70’s AU, No Capes AU, Hurt/Comfort, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Lies, Escape, Childhood Memories, Team Bonding, Fish out of Water, Tiny Garth, Beaches, Angst with a Happy Ending, Found Family, Road Trip, First Person POV, POV Garth of Shayeris
Chapter Seven: Boiling Point
The night after my living wake, Fisher cleaned my tank. I sat in the pool, quietly reading a book. So, it shocked me when I was met with a fist in the face. My book landed outside the pool, and I clutched my cheek. “Someone was in here!” Fisher shouted.
“Walter was,” I mumbled. Fisher pulled me by my hair out of the pool. “Fisher, stop. Fish—.”
Another beating. This one was different, though. I’d never seen leg irons before, but I knew what he was about to do. He locked the first of the padded iron shackles on my right ankle before dragging the chain around the bench. “You wanna be like the other kids so bad? Wanna sneak around?” Fisher questioned. “You aren’t like other kids. You’re a fish boy. I guess you’ve forgotten that.” He locked my other leg in and dragged my pool outside to drain it. That’s when I realized what he was doing.
“No, please! Fisher, please come back!” I cried out. “Don’t leave me here!” The door slammed shut, and I shut my eyes, trying to rationalize myself out of a panic. Fisher wouldn’t let me die. He wanted to frighten me. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction.
So, I attempted to control the water in the tank. I thought of the fear I felt that day when I nearly killed Fisher. I wanted to live more than anything, and I thought I was dying. The water simply felt like an extension of myself. If I could tap into that emotion, I could use my powers to keep myself from drying out. My head spun from the beating, but I did my best to focus on the water. Still, my mind drifted to other things. Dick’s bizarre curiosity. Wally’s thoughtful nature. Donna’s affection. Roy’s strange kindness. The panic faded, and I felt something in my chest like a weight being lifted. I opened my eyes to see the water floating out of the tank. It was like holding water in my fingers, slipping through my mental grasp, and dripping on the floor. I sniffed, focusing on the finer details of my friends until it felt like they were in the room with me. The water touched my face, and then it surrounded my head. I laughed and smiled as I succeeded. I continued like that for nearly an hour before I felt the floor tremble beneath me. An opened door. I shut my eyes and tried to return the water to the tank. Some of it splattered on the floor, but I hid the evidence of my newfound control.
“I knew it,” Roy’s voice whispered. “Garth, what’s going on?”
“Roy, no. You have to leave. You have to go before Fisher—.”
“I’ll kill him—.”
“Roy, I don’t have anywhere to go. I’m—. You’ve gotta get out of here,” I begged. Roy shook his head as he reached into his pocket and grabbed a bobby pin. It looked like one of Donna’s. “No, don’t. Don’t unlock it.”
Roy sat beside me as if he heard me for the first time. With his face in his hands, he cried. I didn’t know what to say, so I reached for his hand, pulling it away from his face. He sniffed and whimpered while I squeezed his hand, lacing my fingers with his. “I don’t know what to do,” Roy cried, “I can’t leave you here. It isn’t right.”
“It’s okay—.”
“It’s not… You can’t live like this,” Roy interrupted.
“I’ve never been outside the Aquarium, Roy. I’m probably going to die… And—.”
“You’re not gonna die—.”
“I’m a fish—.”
“You’re a kid. A kid who can do kooky stuff like breathe underwater and make popsicles in your hand, but—. You’re a kid,” Roy sighed, “He’s gonna kill you if he keeps this up.”
“He’s all I’ve got—.”
“That’s a lie—.”
“I live in a tank, Roy. I live in a tank because I can’t survive without water,” I interrupted, “As much as I’d like to believe there is a place for strange fish boys who are in love with their friends—.”
Roy looked at our fingers locked together and nodded. “You’re right. There isn’t a place in this world for you because you haven’t made one,” Roy whispered. The way he looked at me was different in that moment. Soft. Attentive. My hands warmed up, and I let go of his. They heated up so much I probably could’ve boiled water in my palms. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry… I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I replied, “Don’t touch me… I’m sorry. I can’t—.” The more embarrassed I felt, the hotter my hands got until the shackles started to melt and loosen. “Roy, get out of here… Okay? I don’t wanna hurt you on accident.” I tried to stay calm, but it was frightening. I never let my hands get that hot before.
“No,” Roy replied.
“Why did you come here? Why won’t you leave?” I frantically whispered.
Roy sighed and pushed his bangs up, wiping the sweat from his brow with his sleeve. “I told Donna I was worried about you… How long has he been—? How long’s Fisher been beating you?” Roy asked.
“It only got rough the past three years… Fisher wants to protect—.”
“You don’t believe that. You’re afraid that if you don’t tell yourself this lie, you’ll have to admit you don’t deserve this… And you can cool down if you focus,” Roy whispered. He reached for my hands, and I recoiled. He grabbed my wrists, and I cooled my hands near the freezing point. “Stop shaking… I got you. I’m here for you. I’ve got you.” I hyperventilated, my gills fluttered, and tears fell from my eyes as he pulled me into a hug. Roy rubbed my back.
“I don’t deserve it,” I cried. Roy let go, and we met eyes. “Do you love Donna?”
“Yeah. Garth, I love her,” Roy answered.
I looked down at my lap, and Roy lifted my chin with his hand. “Do you think someone could ever love me?” I asked. Roy nodded.
“I’m a little stupid, so I need you to explain. Who’ve you got it bad for? Me or Donna?” Roy questioned. Part of me wanted to kiss him, but it felt like love was a thing for two people, not three. There wasn’t enough space for me.
“Yes,” I answered. Roy looked at the ceiling and nodded.
I thought that it was over and Roy wouldn’t understand my feelings… But he sat with me and swallowed my words until he could understand them. “I’ll be back tomorrow with a reply to what you said. I’m not running from you. I’ve gotta sort through what you said,” Roy whispered. I nodded, watching as he slipped into the night… And for the first time, I wanted to go with him.
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Space Oddity
Fandom: DC Comics, Titans (Fab Five)
Summary: Garth grew up in a carnival freakshow, and he never thought about the world outside the glass walls of the Aquarium until a group of kids befriended him. Their love and interest in finding his people might be the key to escaping the silent horrors of his home life at the carnival.
Chapters: 6/?
Characters: Garth of Shayeris, Donna Troy, Wally West, Dick Grayson, Roy Harper, Original Character(s)
Relationships: TBA
Additional Tags: Carnival AU, Developing Friendships, Rescue, 60’s AU, 70’s AU, No Capes AU, Hurt/Comfort, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Lies, Escape, Childhood Memories, Team Bonding, Fish out of Water, Tiny Garth, Beaches, Angst with a Happy Ending, Found Family, Road Trip, First Person POV, POV Garth of Shayeris
Chapter Six: Living Wake
On my fifteenth birthday, I asked Walter for a living wake. I’d read about it in one of the books he gave me. I also read that some fish only live to be fifteen. And my powers had been strange for the past three years. Sometimes, I’d wake up floating outside my tank in a bubble of water I’d made for myself. I sat inside the frozen outer shell because it was my ocean for however long I could sustain it. Fisher hated it because I made a mess, or I’d get stuck and needed help getting out. Or I’d wake up floating on the water above the tank… And sometimes… Sometimes, I had dreams while I was awake. So, I thought it was the end for a fish person like me. I thought it was the ocean’s way of calling me home.
Walter said yes, but only because I cried. Walter let Donna, Dick, Wally, and Roy in to see me while keeping watch outside. I’d never heard Wally, Roy, or Donna’s voices before, so I couldn’t sleep or eat until I saw them. Wally always brought me an ocean gift on my birthday. That year was no different. “Happy birthday, Garth,” Wally smiled. Scratchy and deep… But not deep enough for him to sound grown up.
“Gee, I never thought—. Wow,” I smiled.
Then Donna approached. She wore a dress, and her hair was different. Bigger. She dressed up. “Garth, I don’t understand any of this. What’s wrong? Are you sick?” Donna questioned. Her voice was soft and sweet, but it was more than that. She had a maturity that made me want to be still. I didn’t move. I couldn’t speak. “Garth?”
Roy swallowed hard and marched toward me. I thought he’d hit me, but he wrapped his arms around me. He embraced me… And I wept in his arms. “Chill, man… Nothing’s gonna happen to you… Dig?” Roy asked. He let go, and I hid my face in his shoulder. His voice was bold and resonant, shaking me to my core while offering more comfort than I’d felt in years. I had to work up the courage to look him in the eye. And he saw it. He saw every beating Fisher ever gave me. Ten in total. Fisher beat me so bad once I thought I died. Roy saw it all. He saw my love for him and my fears and my pain. I thought he’d reject me, but he squeezed my shoulder. I winced, still sore from my last beating. Fisher beat me for asking questions he didn’t like or seeming like I wanted to escape from him. The truth was, I had nowhere to go, and I wasn’t brave enough or smart enough to leave on my own. “What’s that turkey gonna do to you?” Roy questioned. His eyes softened and were the most sincere and pained eyes I’d ever seen. He cried for me. Tears slid down his cheeks as he studied me.
“Nothing… I don’t think—. I read somewhere that most fish only live to be fifteen. So, if I’m not human, then this is it. I wanted to be with my friends, just in case—. Just in case it was the last time we’d ever be together,” I stammered. Roy held his palm to my face, gently pulling my eyelid down with his thumb. Then he touched my neck with two fingers.
“You’re not dying,” Roy replied, “You’re the picture of health… Unless you feel sick. Do you feel sick?” I shook my head.
“But I feel strange. I can’t control my powers anymore,” I explained, “But I don’t wanna—. Can we enjoy being together even if it turns out that I’m wrong?” Roy grimaced. I could never tell if he was angry with me or my situation.
Dick stayed silent the longest, but I could see something stewing in his mind. “Roy, show him the sketchbook. There’s no use in making him more upset,” Dick commanded.
“Who died and made you—?”
“Open my present for you first… I figured you might be from the Atlantic Ocean if you’re from around here, so when I went to California with my aunt and uncle last year, I got you something from the Pacific. You know… For your tank,” Wally smiled. I opened the box and pulled out a dried red creature and a handful of shells. “That’s a Sunstar. I bought that one from the gift shop in Los Angeles, but I found all the others.”
I touched one of the shells and saw the ocean as if I were there. The waves lapped at rocks and sand. The loud sound of birds that seemed so distant and unreal to me became clear once again. Wally grabbed the box and shells, setting them aside as he pulled me back to reality. “What happened?” I asked.
“You spaced,” Donna replied, “Your eyes started glowing, and it was-. You couldn’t hear us.”
“I saw the ocean. I saw the sand and the rocks… I heard the seagulls. I saw the seagulls,” I described. Roy sat on the alcove bench and started drawing while I recounted what I saw and explained how I’d been dreaming of the ocean while I was awake.
“How long have you been cooped up in this place? Don’t you ever get to leave?” Donna asked. She sat on a bench across from my tank.
“Where would I go?” I asked. “As far as I know, I’m the only one of my kind, and I wouldn’t be able to fend for myself in the ocean… It’s too big.”
Roy and Dick exchanged eerily similar glances. Roy narrowed his eyes, and Dick nodded. Wally and Donna didn’t notice. Roy returned to his sketchbook while Dick pulled out a notepad. “Wait-. Before I forget… Can you still use your—?” Donna trailed off before grabbing my hand and lacing her fingers with mine. She held our hands up, and I smiled. Carefully creating enough heat in my hand to warm hers up. She giggled. I think it upset Roy because he tensed up but quickly softened without a word.
Dick stared at me. “You’re gonna live another year. You won’t get your gift from Roy and me until then,” Dick announced.
I looked at Roy, and he grinned a mischievous half-smile. “Dig?” Roy asked. I shook my head. “You’ll understand if you tough it out… Can’t you try and give everybody one measly stinkin’ year?”
They wanted me to fight. As far as I knew, there was no gift. But I played along. I nodded. That was the first night in months I slept peacefully without a disturbance… And it was the last time I’d be happy that year.
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