I'll show them, I'm willing to fight!

"Now Mark John Logan, do you take..."

Changeling watched what was going on from the back row of the white pavilion everyone was under. Looking at his son with tears of joy in his eyes.

"I do." He heard his son say after a moment.

The bishop nodded his head. Then turned to the girl. Changeling still remembered the day when Mark had brought Hailey, a normal civilian, into the Tower to meet him and Raven. She hadn't even recoiled at how different they were but had talked with them excitedly about how great Mark was, how he was such a funny jokester, and so on and so forth. She had been an instant hit with the family, her kind and loving heart open to almost everyone she seemed to meet. And none more so than her fiance in front of her.

He smiled a little wider, as he leaned his head on Raven's. Even though he wasn't looking, he could tell that she was also holding back tears of joy. As well as Lydia and her 'friend' fiance next to them. He had totally called it, though Raven rolled her eyes at him every time he told her that.

"Hailey, Elizabeth, Bernheart, do you..." The bishop started to say, almost stumbling over his words as he said the words that would marry away his precious daughter.

Changeling gripped Raven's hand tightly, tears finally falling down his face. "I do." He whispered to her.

Raven was also letting a few tears fall, though he couldn't see it. "I do." She whispered back. Both caught up within a moment within a moment that made sense to them.

Lydia looked at them oddly. "I do what?" She asked quietly.

The two smiled, not taking their eyes off what was in front of them as Hailey said the same words that they had said so long ago… "I do." She said, sliding the ring onto Mark's finger, as he did for her at that moment.

"Then I now pronounce the two of you..." The bishop said, happy tears coming down his face. "Husband, and wife."

And give them, the best of my life!

"Grandpa! Again!"

Changeling laughed to himself before he suddenly turned into a big green gorilla. Beating his chest with his hands. "Roarrrr!"

"Augh!" The grandkids screeched in joy as they ran away from the big gorilla. Trying to outrun it.

The big gorilla loped easily from kid to kid, picking them up and putting them on his back as he raced around the yard. The five kids were soon gripping the hairs of his back and neck, laughing as he then climbed a tree and moved to swing from tree to tree in his front yard. Laughing along with the kids. They were all having so much fun…

"Garfield!" He heard a voice snap from the porch.

The gorilla stopped swinging and stood on the branch, morphing back into a wide grinning and heavy breathing Changeling. The five kids still hanging onto his back looked down at Raven as well.

"Yeah, Rae!" He called.

"You know you're getting too old to exert yourself like that now!" Raven said irritably as she approached under the trees in their front yard.

"Come on Rae, I'm just trying to have a little fun with our grandkids!" He said in a voice reminiscent of his childish whining from years before.

Raven rolled her eyes. "Stupid green elf. Get down from there before you hurt yourself." She said.

Changeling was laughing. "What do you mean hurt-" He was saying.

Snap!

Then the branch he had been standing on snapped beneath him, sending him and the kids on him to a freefall. "Holy-" Changeling yelled in surprise as he dropped.

Poof!

Changeling landed flat on the ground, groaning from the impact. The five grandkids hovered down on miniature black disks before they landed softly on the ground. They ran off, screeching and playing with each other like nothing had gone wrong.

Changeling groaned, already able to tell that he had bruised a rib or two from the fall. He rolled over, and Raven appeared in his eyesight overhead, fighting the smirk that wanted to come to her face.

"I told you so." She said with a hint of mischief in her voice.

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, whatever Rae." He grumbled to himself.

Raven chuckled as she helped her dork of a husband up to his feet. Before getting under his left shoulder and helping him to the house.

"Maybe next time you'll be more careful." She said with amusement in her voice.

"You're going to hold this over my head next time the grandkids come over. Aren't you?" He asked.

It was a moment before Raven replied.

"Maybe."

So we can, call this our home!

Beep… Beep… Beep…

Changeling gripped his wife's hand in his, looking down at her calm face. Even though she was suffering from so much pain, she still managed to look calm as she gazed weakly up at him. Gently rubbing the ring on his hand.

"Gar..." She weakly whispered.

"Yeah, Rae." He said quietly.

"Are… Mark and Lydia… here?" She said slowly. Her voice sounded hoarse.

Mark and Lydia came to his side then, sitting next to him. "Yes, mom. We're all here." The two said. Their spouses and kids were around them. Some of their kids were already in their late teens.

Raven coughed lightly, then looked up at the three of them. Happiness shined in her eyes despite the pain she felt from the disease that was killing her on the inside. One that even her demonic nature couldn't heal from.

"You two… will always be… among my greatest gifts..." Raven said, her voice cracking.

Changeling closed his eyes tight. He hated to see her in so much pain. And he hated that there was nothing he could do about it.

Noticing this, Raven focused on him again. "And you..."

She raised a hand up, letting it rest gently on his cheek. He opened his eyes at her touch. "Thank you… for staying with me… till the end." She said, a softness in her voice that she never expressed much in life.

Another tear gathered in his eye, and his other hand held her pale hand to his cheek. "I'd stay longer than that if I could Rae." He said, his voice almost cracking from sadness. "But then who would be able to teach the grandkids the dumb jokes to annoy their parents with for the rest of their lives." He said, trying to make Raven chuckle one last time.

She weakly rolled her eyes but gave him the chuckle he wanted. He smiled. She looked him in the eyes again, they seemed to almost look past him. "Thank you… for everything… Gar..." She whispered.

After a few seconds, he felt her hand lower from his face, and then she softly closed her amethyst eyes for the last time. Her face relaxing as the pain started to fade. Her other hand relaxing her grip to his.

… Beep… … Beep…

After a few seconds, her last breath escaped her pale lips.

Beeeeeeeee…

The monitor next to her bed flatlined. Changeling didn't seem to hear it though, he only seemed to be looking down at her beautiful face. A lifetime of holding back finally over.

He bent over, laying a soft kiss near the chakra stone on her forehead. "My angel has returned home." He whispered, the tear finally coming out of his eye. He rested her hand back at her side, letting go of it for good.

After a few seconds, he heard movement around him. He looked and saw his family behind him, tears running down their faces. Even calm Lydia wasn't exempt from the passing of her mother.

Changeling raised his arms, opening them wide for them. The kids, the grandkids, every part of the family gathered together. Joining in on the hug with him. He wrapped his long arms around them, letting the tears fall from his face. Not at only the passing of his beloved wife of forty years, but also at the comfort he received from the family she and he and she had raised together.

It was a gift far greater than anything he had ever received.

"Thank you, Raven, for everything." He whispered.

Lead me! Cuz I can't do this alone!…

"Ohhh..."

The green old man groaned, stopping to rest for a little bit on his cane. His son who had been walking in front of him stopped and turned to look back.

"Don't tell me you're feeling old at last dad," Mark said, a smirk on his face.

"I'll feel old when I'm six feet under with your mom." Garfield snapped back, as he looked around for a place to sit.

Mark laughed and pointed to the park bench a few yards away from them. "Think you can make it, or do you want any help?" He asked.

Garfield waved him off. "I can make it just fine myself." He said grumpily, moving to the bench to sit. His old bones creaked and groaned as he slowly bent down. Then let out a sigh of relief as he sat back, the weight of his body lifted from off his sore ankles.

Mark sat next to him, a wide grin on his face. "So I'm guessing 85 isn't treating you very well? Is it?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

"It's treating me far better than the 64 you're at." Garfield grumped back.

"Actually, it's 61." Mark corrected.

"Tomato, potato." Garfield replied.

The two laughed to themselves, letting the moment of immaturity bond father and son together…

"Did you know you're the last surviving Titan now dad?" Mark suddenly asked.

Garfield nodded, his demeanor became less grumpy. And more… lonely. "Poor Rust Bucket… I guess technology can only keep you going for so long..." Changeling said sadly.

Mark nodded, looking out over the fields in front of them again. His forest green, yet graying hair seemed to capture the rays of the sun. "You know, it's weird. I can still remember them all like it was yesterday… and now I'm stuck with just you now." Mark joked at the end.

Garfield chuckled. "And I'm sure that you're suffering immensely from it." He joked back.

"Not as much as you and mom did raising us." Mark quipped back.

"Don't even begin with that. I can't tell you just how many baby powder bags your twin sister exploded on me when I tried to change her diaper." Changeling said, almost laughing.

"Or how I'd chase you as a baby crocodile through the hallways of the Tower when I was a toddler," Mark said, laughing.

"You know I'm pretty sure our parents never had to deal with our weird powers while they were raising us," Garfield said laughing this time.

The two continued to talk between each other, Garfield enjoying the moment to reminiscence on his past with his son. It was almost to him like old times. With him exchanging stories with Cyborg while bugging Raven with one prank or another. All while snooping in on Robin and Starfire's growing relationship between each other. That was the feeling he was getting as he continued to talk to his son then. A feeling he wanted to last a good long time if he could.

'You know, even though I feel old and tired, I'm glad I got to come out here with Mark… beats staying in that darn old house all day…' Garfield was thinking to himself.

"Dad." His son suddenly said. A weird look on his face.

Garfield focused back on his son. He still wanted to joke, but then he felt he shouldn't. "Yes." He said, waiting.

"I've been wondering for a while..." Mark paused as if forming the words. "… if you could have changed the way life turned out for you… would you have wanted to be normal… and for us to be normal?" Mark asked, pointing out his pale green skin, pointed ears, and worn down fangs from years of fighting.

Garfield looked at his son, staying silent as he pondered on it. "You know..." Garfield said, before looking back at the trees. Seeing the birds fly out from them to take flight into the air. He distinctly spotted a raven among them, flying close to a hummingbird. Two lone birds not often seen together…

He smiled. "To be honest son, I wouldn't trade what I got for anything in the world..." He said seriously.

He then thought about it. "...Or outside of it." He finished.

Both laughed at that true statement.

Things were just fine.

Father lead, me!

… Beep… … Beep…

Garfield lay in the bed, gently staring up at the ceiling of the room. His old eyes couldn't focus on any of the faces around him. There was many more now, some of which he couldn't even put names too. He could have sworn he heard a baby crying in the background. A great-great grandkid maybe.

'Wow… to think me and Rae only started out with two.' He thought. His eyes finally making out Lydia and Mark next to him. Both of them looking older to him than he remembered. The two of them were holding his hands, not saying anything. Nothing didn't need to be said. He had made sure to say it to them long beforehand when he knew that he was finally dying.

About time at the good old age of 95.

He looked over them all one last time. Taking them into some immortal memory vault he was sure his mind possessed. He smiled briefly for them, even as he started to close his eyes.

'I love them all so much…' He thought…

…

Beeeeeeeeeeee…

The monitor next to him flatlined, as Garfield Mark Logan released his last breath. He passed away peacefully in his home. Surrounded by his family.

…

…

…

Garfield slowly opened his eyes, looking around himself at his surroundings. He saw he wasn't in his home anymore, instead, he was in the middle of a meadow. Filled with all lengths of grass. And, curiously, many flowers of various kinds. Up above him was a wide blue sky, with not even a cloud in sight. There was no sun, yet light seemed to be shining from all around him. Not enough to blind him, but enough that he could see every little detail in the things of beauty all around him. It seemed so familiar, but he couldn't seem to remember why.

"Why is this so familiar?" He said to himself. Trying to picture where it was he had seen all this before…

"Garfield!" He heard a voice shout in the distance.

He looked to his right and saw a person running to him through the flowers. The person seemed familiar… He suddenly felt to look down at his hand and saw a normal white hand instead of green. He then shakily looked down at his feet, seeing the same white color. Then in front of his feet, there was a small clear puddle.

'No way…' He was thinking, as he saw for the first time in years blonde hair, blue eyes, and a mouth without fangs. He was young again too, looking to barely be in his mid 20's. He also saw below that a pure white version of the uniform he had loved to wear for years.

'I'm… I'm…' He was trying to think.

"Garfield?" The voice said up close, confused.

He looked back up. The girl was now standing a few feet in front of him. Dressed now in a robe and cloak of pure white looking similar to what she had worn in real life. He gasped.

She looked just as he had seen her many years before. From the long raven black hair, the rounded face, hazel colored eyes, and fair skin complexion. It was her eyes though that got him. They were filled to the brim with love and care. Eyes that despite everything else, looked exactly the same to him as they did before in real life. The vision of the girl he had seen in that dream…

He finally realized he was looking at what Raven would have looked like in real life. And he looked like what he would have been in real life too. If the two of them had had normal lives.

'That was why I had that dream…' He thought.

"Gar, are you okay?" Raven asked him softly, sounding unsure because she was afraid of him not wanting her to be there now that she didn't look the same.

After a moment, he smiled. He stepped up close to Raven. His Raven. He looked her in the eye with the same amount of love for her shining in his own eyes that had been there when he was alive. "Yes, Rae." He said, gripping her hands in his. "Everything is okay now." He said, smiling softly.

Raven, upon seeing the love in his eyes, smiled then. Allowing him to see something that she couldn't show to him in real life. Pure unfiltered happiness. "Come on, the others are waiting for us." She said, looking back the way she had come.

Changeling looked past her then, seeing a group of people standing afar off. Waving at the two of them. He looked back to her, feeling this would be a place where he would not be found frowning again. He rested his forehead to hers, not feeling any chakra between them this time. Just a plain, simple forehead.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too." She whispered back.

The couple turned, smiling happily as they kept their hands linked, and ran together towards their eternal friends and family.

'Thank you… so much… father.' He thought. The light around them brightened, and the two disappeared into their home.

Their little paradise.

Cause I can't do this alone!…

The End

Hope you all enjoyed it. :) Now, you can review your thoughts. Keep on being awesome, and I'll look forward to writing more in the future!

Till Next Time

Allen